The sky is getting darker and darker, but the stars are getting brighter and brighter. With the aroma of new tea, Lu Hai slowly brings Fei Yue and Du Yiyu standing behind the door into the torrent of history, a world that has long been forgotten by people.

The legend that had been silent for thousands of years looked up at the similar sky again.

In the Battle of the Conferred Gods, almost all of Tianshou died, so people took over the role of Tianshou. They developed rapidly during the gap when most of Tianshu died and had not yet awakened. Those warlocks who were once enslaved by Tianshu were killed again and again, generation after generation.

They are looking for those reincarnated gods and kill them before they awaken. Until most of them have long forgotten the true face of history, there are still a few people who compile a set of reasons according to inheritance to kill those reincarnated gods.

.Whether it is hunting witches and pagans in the West, or slaying demons and demons in the East, they are just excuses to hide their lies. Only a few people who were born in remote areas can survive before awakening.

In a world where humans are growing stronger, a few of them decide to recuperate and wait for the moment of another decisive battle!

It was also in that life that Du Yiyu finally made up his mind to end the history of Tianshou and the bloody and cruel reincarnation of this world!

"Extreme!" Lu Hai pounded the table heavily: "If you seal all the gifts from heaven in your body, the world will be peaceful?! Why bother? He carries everything by himself, but history has long forgotten our existence.

, and no one knows how to cherish this rare peace! Hum, without the gift of heaven, humans will start killing each other! I think that Du Yiyu has not sealed the corpse because he was hesitating in his heart! "

Feiyue suddenly stood up: "I'm going to get the wine!"

Lu Hai waved his hand, leaned back on the couch, looked at the stars in the sky, and murmured: "You died in vain! Even if you didn't destroy the Shura Sword, Du Yiyu wouldn't use it to end all this.

He is not as impulsive as you! It's good now that Fantu has jumped out and doesn't know what to do! Du Yiyu said nothing and doesn't know what he is thinking! At such a critical time, you are not here! Don't you know?

Only you can stop that guy Du Yiyu at the critical moment! I can’t do it alone... Sigh..."

The old lady lay curled up on the toilet floor, like a dried shrimp. It was not until the eldest son came to get the real estate certificate that he discovered that his mother had been dead for a day and a night.

When Meng Jiu passed by this community, he happened to hear an exclamation coming from the window on the second floor. Then, the corridor was filled with chaotic footsteps rushing down.

Meng Jiu groaned and quickly moved out of the way, watching the panicked guys rush to the benches in the yard before stopping, but they were still breathing heavily.

"Hey?" Meng Jiu patted one of them on the shoulder: "What happened?"

The man was startled, turned around and saw Meng Jiu, shook his shoulders irritably, and shouted angrily: "Mind your own business!"

"Easy, easy" Meng Jiu shrugged and ignored him. He went to find a place to eat and took a long-distance bus to visit a village in the evening.

But just when he was about to turn around and walk away, his whole body suddenly froze. He raised his head and glanced at the second floor window, frowned and looked at the group of people: "Is there a dead person upstairs?"

The strongest of the men came over with a glare: "What the hell did you say?"

Meng Jiu pushed away the man's grasping hand, shouted, "No one can come up here," and ran upstairs.

In the room, the old lady was lying on a single bed, and a boy in his twenties sat on the floor at the head of the bed. Although fear quickly crept onto his face, the sadness had not yet faded away. In front of him, the old man

The lady's eyes were wide open, her whole body was twitching constantly, and one foot was twisting strangely and slowly, trying to struggle out of the old lady's mouth!

Depend on!

Meng Jiu cursed secretly, and while running over, he took out the Shura knife from his arms, tore off the seal, and stabbed the knife on the bed above the old lady's head.

At the door, when the two people who followed saw this scene, they screamed again and rolled down the stairs.

Meng Jiu quickly ran over and closed the door, blocking out the strange looks from the neighbors.

Colorful light overflowed from the blade and slowly trickled in from the old lady's head.

"What are you doing!" The boy sitting on the ground suddenly jumped up with a burst of strength from nowhere.

Meng Jiu grabbed the boy's arm and took him a few steps back, "Watch quietly!"

Seven colors of light, like seven dragons, coiled around the old lady's body. The strange foot suddenly twisted violently, as if a vampire who had stepped into the world touched the pure sunlight and instantly turned into powder!

While the boy was still in fear, Meng Jiu had already walked over, pulled out the knife and put it away. He turned around and pulled the boy over. He slowly touched the old lady's eyebrows with his index finger and said in a quiet voice: "Paint the corpse and paint the skin, and paint the soul."

Penetrating into the bones... When putting makeup on a dead person, your mind must be calm, your mind must be clear, and you must not have any distracting thoughts! Otherwise, no one knows what terrible things you will bring to the world."

The big boy swallowed big mouthfuls of air, his body was shaking, and he looked at Meng Jiu blankly.

Meng Jiu smiled and asked, "Who are you, this old lady?"

"Milk, grandma." The big boy's hands were shaking.

"Did you apply the makeup on your grandma's face?"

The boy nodded: "No one of them cares about grandma!"

Meng Jiu patted the boy on the shoulder: "What did you study? Your painting is great."

"I study cosmetology." After chatting for a few words, the boy gradually calmed down.

Meng Jiu accidentally saw the eyebrow pencil on the ground, picked it up and put it in the boy's hand. He said harmoniously: "We people often have different opinions and deceive each other. However, the soul can directly see our hearts. So, give me

A dead person wears makeup, just being beautiful is not enough."

"Well, what should I pray for?"

Meng Jiu shook his head: "Any prayer, mercy, pain and guilt will bring the unwilling soul back to the world. Whether you love the deceased or hate the deceased, when you put makeup on the deceased, you are just redeeming yourself.

It’s just a painful state of mind. So, as long as your heart is not pure, the deceased will feel insulted and disturbed, and will be awakened."

The boy looked at Meng Jiu with a vague understanding, and the hand holding the eyebrow pencil gradually stopped shaking.

Meng Jiu looked at the boy and said in a deep voice: "Actually, the greatest comfort for the dead is for the living to live well. The dead don't need you to feel pain for them. All they need is to be peaceful and peaceful when they leave this world.

.It is best to leave things like painting corpses to professional masters, as not everyone can understand the heart of the deceased."

The boy pondered deeply. He had not yet graduated, but he had already decided on his future work direction!
Chapter completed!