The transparent barrier of the Temple of the Undead still takes a long time to break it.

This transparent barrier was created by the Holy Emperor Yutian. Qin Mo could not spew out the Holy Emperor Yutian from his lair. He could only use this clumsy attack method to break the barriers of the Dead Hall.

In the blink of an eye, it was late at night.

The Undead World also has daytime and late night, but the difference between the two is not big.

If the former is dark, the latter is pitch black.

But this does not prevent the top ten dead zones from fighting late at night.

Hundreds of searchlights were set up on the city wall of the top ten dead zones, which was different from the searchlights in the real world. The searchlights here use extremely strong light beams. The searchlights in the top ten dead zones, a total of hundreds of searchlights have illuminated the entire epic battlefield.

The soldiers who fought during the day retreated back to the city, while the soldiers who were raising their strength during the day took action at night and adopted a system of rotation.

Since the third floor of the Hall of Dead has been opened, there has been no movement in the Hall of Dead.

Attack the transparent barrier and leave several gods to supervise the battle. Emperor Qin called everyone back to Emperor Qin City.

At this time, half of the buildings in Qincheng were destroyed. Although Kuafu's kick did not step into Qincheng, it still brought a lot of lethality to it. The residents were busy cleaning the streets and cleaning up the collapsed ruins.

“No rebuilding?”

When Qin Mo was sitting in the car, he saw the scenes on both sides of the street and couldn't help asking.

Emperor Qin glanced out the window lightly, "No need."

Qin Mo didn't understand his words, why was it unnecessary?

But seeing Emperor Qin's tired look, Qin Mo couldn't ask any more questions.

Such an epic war consumed a lot of energy from the top ten dead zones.

If it can be converted into real-world currency, every day of war will cost more than 100 billion US dollars, which is just a conservative estimate.

After having some simple meals with several leaders and discussing the general follow-up matters, Qin Mo returned to his villa.

In order to ensure his safety, Emperor Qin not only arranged the courtyard with the most stringent defense facilities for Qin Mo, but also arranged many guards.

"All acquaintances are arranged for you."

Before Qin Mo left, Emperor Qin smiled and said to him.

When Qin Mo passed through the dilapidated streets, he was still busy on the streets. When he passed by, he tried his best to help him. For the sake of the real world, he brought a huge disaster to the world, and he felt ashamed.

Qin Mo believed in one truth from beginning to end: no one in this world owes anyone.

They helped the real world without hesitation, and he should have been grateful.

The courtyard arranged for Qin Mo is in a solid place next to Qin Emperor City.

The leaders were clearly aware of Qin Mo's security issue. If Qin Mo died, then everything would be meaningless.

He is the only one who has the chance to leave the undead world alive.

Qin Mo lowered his head and walked on the way to his new residence.

"Mr. Qin, here."

The chief manager who was leading the way in front stopped smiling and then Qin Mo suddenly came to his senses.

He slowly raised his head.

In his eyes, it was not the luxurious building not far away, but the people outside the wall, the familiar faces, and the guys that Qin Mo had missed day and night.

Qin Mo staggered back.

He suddenly wanted to escape, but he could only stand there at a loss, confused and awkward.

The people from the Third God Group in the distance were laughing at him.

Shen Wuming, Shen Feng, Shen Um Yu... They seemed to have never left, but in a trance, Qin Mo felt that he was still on the ancient battlefield and was still a member of the Third Shen Regiment.

He has always been proud of being a member of the Third God Group, and has always been.

A kind grandmother stood beside Shen Wuming, holding his hand tightly.

"Look! That's the little kid I often talk to you! This kid hasn't seen him for several years, and he feels like he's grown up."

Shen Wuming took the wine gourd, took a few sips, and waved to Qin Mo not far away, "Come here! Why are you standing stupidly?"

Qin Mo scratched his head awkwardly and walked over with a stiff smile.

He had been in his heart, full of debt to Shen San, and when he met again, the feeling of being at a loss and being unable to express himself was really hard to explain.

"Senior Wuming, Grandma Mingqiao is good."

Qin Mo bowed obediently.

Shen Wuming had only one woman in his life, and the woman who died in the ancient battlefield, Ming Qiao.

Qin Mo naturally knew who the kind grandmother standing beside him was.

Ming Qiao smiled and touched Qin Mo's head, looking at him with pampering eyes, "I always heard Wuming mention you. Now I am a great hero in the real world! You can do it for a young man!"

"Grandma Ming has over-the-win!"

Qin Mo smiled silly.

In the Three Gods, Qin Mo has always been like a child, and he dare not pretend to be in front of these people.

Everyone here lost his life for him and always respected Shen San and Qin Mo.

"Why are you here?"

Qin Mo asked curiously.

Shen Wuming raised his eyebrows with a smile, and the old Yin-Yang man said, "Oh! What else can we do here?

Let Mr. Qin take care of your house?

I haven't seen you for a few years. I was your leader at the time, and now I can only be your security guard!"

Qin Mo nodded seriously, "Yeah! Grandpa Wuming, you look like a guardian!"

He grinned in ignorance and slammed Qin Mo's forehead, "You little brat! You're still excited!"

"Ha ha!!"

The two of them quarrels caused everyone to burst into laughter.

Emperor Qin arranged the largest courtyard in the entire Qin City.

Hundreds of barbecue grills have been arranged in the courtyard, boxes of beer, white wine, and hundreds of kilograms of mutton.

In this rare time, everyone can get together secretly.

More than 2,000 people from the Third Shen Group were all present, and everyone sat together and drank happily. The Third Shen brothers told Qin Mo about the days of the undead world, and Qin Mo told them about what happened in the real world.

Shen San is still the same.

They are all careless, laughing.

This is Qin Mo’s happiest time in these days. Everyone seems to have never left, and everyone is still there.

Late at night.

The brothers of God 3 drank one by one, but because of the guard mission, no one was drunk and remained awake.

Qin Mo and Shen Wuming sat on the roof, each holding a bottle of wine in his hand, looking at the dark sky without even a trace of starlight.

The two of them blew the cold wind of the night, and sat silent for a long time.

"I know what you guy is thinking..." Shen Wuming suddenly spoke. He looked up at the sky and said lightly, "Don't take all the mistakes on your shoulders, okay?"

The little brat..." Shen Wuming turned his head and looked at him, "She's so fucking passionate!"

This moment.

Qin Mo's eyes couldn't help but become wet.
Chapter completed!