Reincarnation, your moral integrity is gone

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It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand. The conclusion is that blood relations within three generations should not be combined, otherwise problems will arise. ” Li Tianxiu explained.

"what!"

Shopkeeper Guo's heart trembled violently, and he subconsciously looked at his son.

Although he did not truly understand the concept of genes, the final conclusion made him feel extremely painful.

Because Guo Zilong could not cry since he was born, he could be said to be born mentally retarded. He always thought that he was being punished by God.

But if we use Li Tianxiu's theory to explain it, it makes sense.

Because his family was very poor and he couldn't afford to marry, he could only start a family with his biological sister.

did not expect……

"Is there such a thing..."

Arnold couldn't help but shudder.

Although he was not at fault, such things actually happened a lot in the Oman Empire where science was not well developed.

For the better development of the empire, I'm afraid he will have to issue new decrees after he returns.

"In any case, the racial system no longer seems like something that can be designed by humans. My inference last night is basically correct." Li Tianxiu narrowed his eyes.

"Are you saying... I'm really not a human anymore?"

Ji Qinghai suddenly frowned, a confused expression on his face.

When he was accused by Li Tianxiu last night, he chose to surrender, but he only resorted to force.

He found it absurd to suggest that he was not human.

But after hearing what he just said, he couldn't help but start to doubt.

Has he lost his empathy for humans?

Is he still himself like this?

"If the people in your impression are the same as you, then I don't need to tell you the answer." Li Tianxiu answered without thinking.

It’s actually normal to lose empathy for humans.

He was lost once when he gained great power.

Many gods who were transformed from humans, because of the huge disparity in power and the fact that they have not dealt with mortals for hundreds or thousands of years, tend to naturally abandon such useless emotions.

But forget about this group of immortal cultivators.

The power system here is still far from becoming a god. Even if the Guo family's caravan unites, they can still strangle a cultivator in the Jindan stage.

Why do they have the illusion that they have long transcended human existence?

It is understandable for one person to be like this, but if everyone is like this, then even if they can still be considered human beings, they are no longer human beings.

"..."

Ji Qinghai just remained silent, hanging by his side without saying a word, walking towards the distant city.

……

Da da da.

"Master, please be kind."

"I haven't eaten for seven days."

"Have mercy on my child..."

In the other direction where Li Tianxiu entered the city, a man in a white divine robe was stopped by the refugees.

"It's really pitiful..."

The man raised his head, and his golden eyes swept over the many poor people on the plain, revealing a bit of compassion.

He reached into his space pocket and took out a bag of plastic products, a loaf of bread and a box of milk, and handed the rest to a woman holding a child: "Unfortunately, this is all I have, so I'll give these to you."

"Thank you, boss! Thank you, boss!"

The woman was overjoyed and seemed to no longer care about the child who couldn't open his eyes. She grabbed the food and tried to stuff it into her mouth.

“Give me some!”

"You can't keep it all to yourself!"

Seeing someone get the food, the people around immediately rushed over to grab it.

How could a woman who was so hungry and exhausted hold on to these things? The fragile bag was immediately torn open and the contents scattered.

"food!"

"Did they really get what they wanted?!"

Seeing that some people successfully begged for food, more people ran over from afar, wanting to get a piece of the pie.

"Ah."

The man in white robe just smiled calmly and left without saying a word.

"Boss, what's your name?"

A dark-skinned little kid followed. Although he was obviously malnourished, his limbs were still intact.

"They all call me... Holy Lord."

The man in white lowered his head and spoke in a very kind tone.

"So... Master Saint, do you need a servant? I can steal, beat people, and... I can warm the bed. I'm very capable!"

The little kid patted his chest and tried to make his smile look better.

You can't tell that she is actually a girl.

"unnecessary."

The Holy Lord still maintained his warm smile, but the answer he gave made the girl feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

However, the Holy Lord didn't want to care and continued walking forward.

But when he looked up again, two people stopped him.

"Is there a problem?"

The Holy Lord stood still, like a priest listening to the believers' prayers.

"You can't go!"

"Hand over the food you have!"

The two refugees said bluntly.

Because they were too far away, they could no longer grab the bag of food.

"No, this is what I'm going to eat later." The Holy Lord calmly rejected them.

“But you’re dressed so well, it’s no big deal if you skip a meal, right?” said the leading refugee.

"You have no worries about food and clothing since you can come up with so much food. What's wrong with giving us some money?" a woman also echoed.

"Yeah, that's not fair!"

More refugees gathered around, staring at the bread in his hand with bloodshot eyes.

"Um……"

The Holy Lord looked back at the woman who had obtained the food. The baby in her arms had fallen during the scramble, and her breasts had been stepped on and deformed.

"This is indeed unfair, so let God judge right and wrong."

The Holy Lord nodded gently, took out a gold coin from his clothes, and said slowly: "Here is a gold coin, it has words on one side and a human head on the other side.

I toss the coin up and let it fall freely. If you can guess correctly, I will use all my money to buy you food.

But if you guess wrong, it means you are abandoned by the gods."

As he said this, he tossed the coin high up, put a handful of it on the back of his hand, and looked up and said, "Those who think it's facing up, raise your hands. The minority obeys the majority. I'll only give you ten seconds."

The Holy Lord's voice was not loud, but everyone present heard it.

The refugees looked at each other in bewilderment, but thinking that this strange man had a piece of gold in his hand that could buy a lot of food, they expressed their opinions one after another.

"Words! That must be words!"

"How do you know... I'm betting on lives!"

"Words, words! I choose the words!"

"time up."

The Holy Lord raised his head expressionlessly. The proportion of people who chose this word accounted for a full 70% of the crowd.

So he opened his palms and shook his head gently: "You are wrong, it is a human head."

As soon as these words were spoken, many people withdrew their hands.

"You read it wrong. I just chose a human head..."

"Oh yeah! That doesn't count!"

Some refugees tried to explain themselves, but the food and gold coins in the hands of the Holy Lord disappeared. He drew a sword from the light gate and sighed to the sky:

"How sad! You have been abandoned by the gods."

Chapter 342: Palace of Flesh and Blood

pat!

He threw the sticky blood onto the ground, and the winged holy sword in his hand suddenly became as clean as new.

There were corpses piled up at the feet of the Holy Lord. He was about to step over and leave, but suddenly he felt something in his heart and turned back.

"careful!"

Chen Xi stopped Chen Yaxi and Zhao Miaomiao.

They had just completed the first phase of the mission to find spiritual objects and were preparing to rush to Nanzhan City, but they unexpectedly saw such a scene.

The empty fields were littered with dead bodies and broken limbs were flying everywhere.

The gushing blood dyed the land red, and the bumpy road looked like a swamp.

The instigator of all this was now standing quietly in front, wearing a spotless white robe.

“Are you locals?”

The Holy Lord looked at them calmly, his voice neither happy nor sad.

"Did you kill all these people?" Chen Yaxi frowned.

"Yes."

The Holy Lord nodded slightly and put the sword back: "It's your turn to answer my questions."

"Why?" Chen Yaxi frowned.

"and many more."

Chen Xi held his shoulders and frowned, "We are not locals, but we recognize the symbol on your robe. What is your purpose?"

"That's good, we don't have any conflict."