Princess, stop being a demon

Chapter 98 99. Protecting the Nine Realms, Everyone is Responsible (3)

"Okay, don't sigh. It has already happened. What we can do is to find ways to reduce casualties. Otherwise, we can only do our best and obey the destiny." If anyone had said these words in front of her before, she would definitely jumped up against it.

She has always firmly believed that man will conquer nature, and there is nothing that man cannot do, but, no matter it is now or in the long future, life, old age, sickness and death are often not what she wants.

I fed the two children with clean water and some dry food. Slowly, the eyes of the two children regained a little clarity, "Are you gods? Please save my mother... save my father... "

Mu Linge wanted to pull her lips into a smile, and to comfort them softly that everything would pass, but when she opened her mouth, she sighed helplessly and reached out to caress their heads. She said softly: "We are not gods, but we are here to save Yours, you will not die."

"Ke'er is not afraid of death, save the fairy sister, save my mother, save my mother..." The voice should be a little girl, but her withered and dirty face can't tell whether it's a boy or a girl, and she points to It was the corpse with only a skeleton left.

Mu Lingge turned her head away, tears streaming down her face, they clearly knew that their parents were no longer alive, but they still thought that a miracle would happen——

Miracle, if there is a miracle, Mu Linge thought, how wonderful it would be!

The dead relatives can be resurrected, and the time gone can come back. If there are no natural disasters and man-made disasters in this world, if there is no birth, death, sickness and death in this world, wouldn’t everything be beautiful forever?

"Amitabha, little benefactor, please mourn. Your father and Lingtang have already passed away." Hong Chen had a loving face, as if the two children in front of him were his own children. He wanted to take pity on each of them. He wanted to put a smile on every face again, but, the decayed village in front of him, and the air without much life, actually told him that that day was long gone.

The disciples who scattered to search and rescue came back one after another, but only a few of them came back with living people, and the rest brought back either a stiff corpse or a mutilated skeleton—the whole village The atmosphere of death is shrouded, and it is almost impossible to breathe.

"Sister, what should these children do?" Tiaotiao hadn't laughed for a long time, to be precise, no one among them had laughed since they went down the mountain. They had nothing but spells, but they couldn't really save the suffering.

The survivors found were all young children, and the oldest looked no more than 12 years old. Everyone's eyes were dull and dull. Even though they were given pills, everyone just stared blankly. Tears were shed, and the expression on his face was heartbreaking.

Accompanied by the sound of Hong Chen's chanting and the voice of Master Zuofa, these children seemed to be about to fall asleep. Suddenly, a scream rang out, "Don't! Mother! I don't want to eat your meat! Ah Jun, don't eat Mother! Meat! Don't! Don't..."

Hong Chen's hand on the wooden fish froze for a moment, and Mu Linge gently hugged the screaming child in his arms, comforting him softly, and slowly, the child fell into a deep sleep.

The sound of the Buddha burst out, and under the joint cooperation of Hong Chen and a group of practitioners, when the sun completely set, in the curling incense, three tall and thin figures, one white, one black and one gray, slowly approached.

They were the black and white impermanence and ecstasy messengers of the underworld. Behind them, a dozen little ghosts followed with blank expressions, blowing a dark wind.

(End of this chapter)