Chu Bai walked around the spirit sword and murmured: "How could it not be? I obviously saw it..."

Chu Hanxing lowered his eyes, ran his fingers over the sword body, and finally put it away with his fingertips.

"Go to sleep."

The lights were turned off and the room was completely dark. Chu Bai opened his mouth and swallowed the words.

Chu Bai didn't fall asleep after sleeping for too long during the day. He opened the door softly, walked around the living room, and finally jumped up to the balcony window, squatting and looking out the window.

Zhai Ling came close to it and waved it in front of Chu Bai's eyes. Seeing that it didn't move, he followed Chu Bai's line of sight and looked out the window. One or two street lamps illuminated the road. There was nothing strange about it.

"Bai Bai, what are you looking at?" Zhai Ling asked.

Chu Bai was in a trance and did not look back. He murmured: "After death, there is no color. The world is gray and lifeless. It is not fun at all."

Zhai Ling feels the same way: "On holidays, we can only eat cold dishes and cold meals."

After saying that, Zhai Ling asked curiously: "No, why are you talking about this? Are you worried?"

Chu Bai was motionless, and the aura around him was changing subtly. He was quiet and solemn, completely different from his usual careless appearance. Looking at it, the house spirit felt as if he was staring into the abyss. This was so strange.

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Chu Bai shook his head and did not answer Zhai Ling.

The room was quiet, and when Chu Yu came back, he didn't make a sound.

"Not sleeping?" Chu Yu rubbed its head.

Chu Bai raised his head and said, "I have something to ask you."

Chu Yu turned his hand, lifted Chu Bai and put it on his right shoulder, and tapped the little head of the house spirit with his finger: "Go out to play?"

"No, no, no." Zhai Ling shook his head like a rattle, fearing that Chu Yu would pick it up and leave.

Chu Yu retracted his hand regretfully, "Okay."

They didn't go far, and Chu Yu and Chu Bai were enjoying the breeze on the roof of the building.

Chu Baiyuan had some doubts in his eyes, Chu Yu opened his hands and stretched, "I will disturb Xiao Yue'er at home."

Chu Bai puffed up his face, "What happened two thousand years ago?"

Chu Yu's eyes darkened, and the atmosphere around him suddenly became cold. The moist cold air turned into biting ice, and layers of white frost appeared on the ground. At that moment, it seemed that even the air was frozen.

There was a smile clearly on his lips, but he frowned, and the eyes under his eyebrows were dark, bloody and murderous.

Chu Bai was stunned.

"Scared?"

Chu Yu touched its head, and the terrifying aura dissipated completely, and it returned to its lazy look, as if it was just its hallucination.

Chu Yu kicked the stones at his feet carelessly, "Abai, let me send you away."

Chu Bai looked confused and didn't understand why the topic changed so quickly.

Seeing Chu Yu suddenly stand up straight and about to send him away in the next second, Chu Bai immediately said: "I won't leave!"

It angrily slapped Chu Yu with its meat pad, "I want to know what happened to Chu Hanxing, the national master of Chu two thousand years ago.

How did she end up in a state of unconsciousness, losing her memory, and why she didn’t even know the feeling of ‘pain’.”

The wind was strong, and the Chubai's voice was blown away, leaving only a pair of red round eyes showing the unrest in its heart.

It rubbed its nose and sobbed without crying: "Chu Yu, you can't leave me."

The picture and the sound overlapped. Chu Yu was slightly startled. He wrapped his big palm around Chu Bai's head and lowered his head to look at it. Its round eyes were full of grievances.

He sighed softly, "Two thousand years ago, the royal family of the Jin Dynasty was addicted to wine and sex, which made the people miserable and starved to death everywhere. With no way to survive, the people could only rise up.

The person who took the lead, whose surname was Chu, killed the Jin royal family and established the Chu State. He was the later Taizu, and it was he who brought Xiao Yue'er back."

Chu Bai: "Why her?"

Chu Yu closed his eyes, "It will only be her."

…

Two thousand years ago, Chu State.

At that time, Taizu had been on the throne for more than 20 years. He managed the country very well, the people had abundant food and clothing, and taxes were easy. Everyone praised him as a good emperor, and the founding of the country was a prosperous era.

Only Taizu himself knew how terrifying the scene in his dream was when he came back from his dream at midnight.

In the dream, there hadn't been a drop of rain for three years, the ground was so dry that it cracked, everyone's mouths on the street were so dry that they were peeling, their steps were shaky, and they would fall down in the next second.

No more water can be drawn from the wells, and the mountains, springs, and rivers have all dried up. It is as if there has never been such a thing as "water" in the world.

The hunger and thirst caused by the drought make people's morals lower. Two-legged sheep hang on the streets. People exchange their offspring for food. New graves are added every day. They are buried one night and are dug up the next day.

After visiting the grave, the body disappeared.

Without water, people drank blood to quench their thirst. However, the spread of blood allowed infectious diseases to rage.

In the past three years, after the severe drought, not even a human hair could be seen on the streets that used to be crowded with people.

This is still under the imperial city where wealthy merchants are everywhere, let alone other counties and cities.

During this period, the emperor invited wizards, monks, Taoist priests, and even folk magicians to pray for rain, but to no avail.

They had to survive three years of severe drought, and in the end, only 30,000 people remained on the entire continent.

Without birth control, population growth is rapid. However, after severe droughts, floods bring epidemics.

Doctors from all over the world gathered together to study the treatment, and finally came to the conclusion: there is no cure.

When you are infected with the epidemic, there is only one word for death.

After large numbers of people contracted the plague and died, there were only a few thousand people left on the mainland.

However, the plague has not disappeared, and sporadic people still fall down for no reason every day, never to live again.

It was as if every breath of air he breathed in was filled with febrile disease.

Eventually, the entire continent sank to the bottom.

There are no more living people in the world.

Upon hearing the news, Taizu woke up from his dream with sweating profusely. In shock, he picked up the teapot and filled his stomach with water.

Thirst, this was the only word in his mind.

The dream was so clear and so real that he seemed to be immersed in it.

The warmth of the blood when it splashed on his face, the fishy smell of the dirt in the grave, and his body that felt thirsty no matter how much water he drank, all told him that the dream was real.

Everyone in the world is dead, and there is no longer a species of "human" in the world. This prophecy is like a curse, lingering in Taizu's mind all the time.

Taizu did not know when the drought would occur, but he told himself that this disaster must be prevented.

He began to visit eminent monks from various places. Their predictions revealed that there was indeed a severe drought, and no one could save him. No matter how hard mankind struggled, it would only lead to destruction.

Taizu didn't believe it, so he posted a message to recruit talented people from all over the world, and killed countless scammers who were greedy for rewards, but he still couldn't find anyone who could solve this problem.
Chapter completed!