Vol 3 Chapter 961: Disappeared

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For all the actions of the fairy, Xianmeng only made a guess based on a little information obtained from the Xianxian and Dragon clan and the commonness of the animals.
However, just a little bit of information makes people feel creepy.
The fairy world is definitely not peaceful, happy, and free.
On the contrary, the ultimate picture of the universe implies that the immortals are not happy.
An immortal finally proved his longevity and got rid of the limitation of time on life, so what is his next step?
Maybe some fairies really lived in seclusion and lived happily? Because this "group" lacks commonality, it is not surprising what kind of "singularity" appears. However, based on the "habits" of ancient Chinese cultivation and the various behaviors of the immortals, it is speculated that what they want next is strength.
When being a mortal, people can shout: "Thousands of avenues, all kinds of magic, I just ask" Can you get longevity? "And the fairy who has already got longevity needs more strength to defend the longevity fruits on his hands.
This requires that they are better than anyone.
"Stronger than anyone" is actually very difficult. This universe has existed for more than 40 billion years. Forty billion years, on this time scale, how many long-lived guests can be born? How powerful is the oldest surviving guest in existence?
If the speed of accumulation of immortals is a linear process, even if the growth is very slow, then enough strong people will grow up.
Of course, many immortals are not aware of this. However, as they travel through many worlds, they should know the ancient age of the universe.
What if the imaginary "old antiques" are the enemy?
The answer is plunder.
Looting wisdom from civilization and power from the planet.
Probably speaking, this is the daily life of immortals.
In addition, immortals are also the kind of people who "want to do whatever they want". They act without care, without compromising, or against their own will. They are immortal. For them, if they want to live eternally for a long time, they might as well die without practice.
If a solid organization appears in the fairy, most of them are formed under the pressure of a powerful individual.
As for why the powerful individual thought about forming a solid organization ... who knows? Maybe that powerful individual likes this?
Fairies are such creatures. "I like it" can be the biggest reason.
As the monk of the infant period in Tianshulou said, if you want to kill, just kill, if you want to save, you don't need any other reason.
And who dares to bet his life on the mood of a group of uncertain minds?
This is probably the reason why the dragon clan rejected the "undead beast".
The goal of Xianmeng is to have the power to prevent those "undead beasts" from daring to "kill".
For Shengdi Zun, the refugees of Linghuang Island are cattle. He wanted to save now, but he might want to kill sometime. If these tens of thousands of people all have the power of fit, how can the Holy Emperor treat them as animals?
But now, the life and death of this group of mortals still depend on the Holy Emperor.
Or perhaps, Saint Emperor Zun has already begun to "sharp the hohuo to the pigs and sheep".
Thinking of the mysterious disappearance of millions of people, Wang Qi also felt a little heavy. He passed commands to Lian Xinjie and Lian Xinling through specific magic instruments.
"Inquire about the mortal worship on the island, inquire about the missing people."
Lian Xinjie pressed the jade pendant around her waist, and even the heart touched a hairpin in the back of her head, smiling slightly.
This magic weapon was given to them by Wang Qi before the mission.
At this time, the two of them had been separated and headed to the east and west sides of the refugee area respectively, preparing to find containers and distributing the Kaidan medicine to those victims.
For them, Jindan monks, this is not difficult. Feel free to bind a mass of thin mud on the ground, roughly into the shape of a container, and then just go down with a real fire. Due to the high strength of the monk, the real fire power is not low, and the temporarily burnt clay pot can also bring its own layer of enamel. Then, they either took water from the sea, transpired it into fresh water several times, or condensed clean water directly from the air to fill the thick clay pot that was tall by a few people. Immediately afterwards, they threw down a panacea and asked the victims to share their food.
If it is outside, this distribution of food can easily cause robbery. However, the deterrent force of the monks is too strong. It's like the earth, a group of soldiers with live ammunition distributes items in the disaster area-especially this group of soldiers also have the power to shoot freely.
No looting, no confusion, everyone lined up obediently.
Obediently like a flock of sheep.
Those refugees' homes have been washed away, and those who can now have a bowl are considered rich and expensive homes. But in the end, some people are willing to contribute their own things. Many people alternately use a bowl to scoop a little danshui from that clay jar to fill their stomachs.
Setting up such a "grain distribution point" only takes a few minutes for a Jindan monk. Lian Xinjie will set up such a "grain distribution point" every hundred feet. After an hour and a half, he completed some.
After doing what the Holy Emperor Zun explained, Lian Xinjie began to do what Wang Qi explained. He went back and forth and found that some of the victims were still holding shrines. Moreover, Lian Xinjie soon discovered something that made people cry and laugh—the victims who hold the shrine are actually more than those who have bowls.
In the flood that destroyed everything, many shrines seemed to have strange powers, but they were not washed away. Many people believe that this is a miracle. Among the victims, there are many legends that shrines protect people. Now we have just gone through a "natural disaster", but many people are not only desperate, but a little fanatical. Some people even get together and bow down to the shrine regardless of your getting muddy. They are very pious.
"Take one and I will do research." At this moment, Wang Qi sent new instructions.
Lian Xinjie was reluctant to take away the shrines that were being surrounded by believers and keenly knelt. That will probably cause confusion. He looked around and saw a child holding a shrine. The child was all dirty, only his eyes were bright, and there was a strange light. He is not as rickety as his peers, but has some sturdiness. He was on the edge of the crowd, holding the shrine in his arms tightly, and no one else bowed down to his shrine.
Lian Xinjie pretended to be passing by inadvertently, and smiled slightly at the little boy: "Little devil, your shrine looks interesting, lend me a look."
Although he said to "borrow", he certainly did not mean to consult with the like boy, directly photographed the shrine with mana, and then gathered together the clean water, washed the shrine again, put it on the hand, and looked carefully.
The little boy was stunned for a while, then jumped up and yelled: "It's you fake celestial families ... would you take my father and mother, and take my family's shrine? Return my shrine! Return my father!
"Father and mother"? "Snatch"? Lian Xinjie's heart moved, but his heart was dark.
This is the clue of
disappearing population
?
"You little devil, don't want to be slandered. If your father and mother died in the flood, it should be counted as the demon who came to offend me on Linghuang Island, how come you blame me?"
"I put your little white face full of pimples and sores!" The boy blushed: "My father and mother were only missing the day before yesterday. At that time, the demon had gone ... Umm ..."
Before the little boy finished speaking, a ball of yellow mud flew over and stuck on his face. Then, a few of yellow mud knocked him down. Several people looked at the little boy indifferently, but more people looked at him resentfully.
The spirit of the Jindan monks was harmonious. Even Xinjie felt that some of the hatred and grudges were also directed at him. It's just that most people don't have the courage to be malicious to the monk, so many bad thoughts fall on the little boy's head.
They resented what he said!
There was a trace of enlightenment in Lian Xinjie's heart. He told Wang Qi of this discovery and asked: "Mr. Wang, do we need to continue to inquire?"
Wang Qi pondered for a moment: "No need anymore. I already know that part of the population disappeared after that war ... Mostly the Holy Emperor did it."
The barrier between the monk of Linghuang Island and the mortal is far more than a hundred times that of mainland China. As long as you enter the dungeon, it seems that you have changed the world. There is no intersection between the "untouchables" on the island and the monks in the dungeon. There are no monks who care about disappearing.
After all, they came to disaster relief by the Holy Lord.
Confirming this, he can know a lot of things.
As for the deeper things, the monks may not know, and the investigation here is also impossible to investigate.
When Wang Qi and Lian Xinjie asked questions, the boy had made mud out of his mouth. Does he still want to continue, but he is quickly knocked down? This time, the slime seemed to bury him alive, constantly throwing it from all sides.
Everyone resented this guy for provoking monks.
They are here to deliver food! At this time, annoying the fairy master, everyone must die!
Lian Xinjie looked at the little boy and shook his head slightly.
Untimely courage.
This Linghuang Island is not a place where anyone can succeed with his blood. It is even unwise to bump into the strong.
If it were the past, even this little boy would kill this little boy in a single hour. However, now he turned to Xianmeng, and Wang Qi looked at it, but he dared not do it, so as not to leave the case behind. He even wanted to save his opponent.
At this time, Wang Qi once again issued instructions.
Lian Xinjie suddenly had sleeves for a while and rescued the boy with skill. He dropped a little, took out a jade piece and a small jade bottle, and threw it on the boy ’s face: "Funny little guy. If you really want to defeat us monks, then practice, resentment, curse, and then ugly Gou lived and kept escaping, just to stay alive ... until you really cultivated the skills inside, then come to me. "
Then, even Xinjie rose slowly again, and said loudly: "This little thing is a bit interesting. Those things I gave him, you are not allowed to it!"
No one answered.
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