Chapter 164 History that never fades (35)
The setting sun is like blood, and everything is quiet.
Sitting in front of the burning sect, Liu Xiaoqiang recalled the experience just now, feeling like a dream.
The character just created has no cultivation skills and is as strong as a mortal. In the eyes of those demon monks, he is like a pig or dog, and can be killed easily.
But this is a game, there is no pain. You can be resurrected even after death, and you can be reborn indefinitely.
The players were also brutally killed, rushing towards the Demon Sect monks at all costs, and even killed an unlucky Qi Refining disciple after suffering huge casualties.
However, the price they paid was tragic.
Although it was filled with human lives, 90% of Shennong Valley was destroyed.
There are broken walls and ruins everywhere. If the player's body did not disappear automatically, then this place would be even more miserable.
The corpse disappeared, but the blood stains left here will remain for a while, making the ground of the sect completely dyed red with blood, and the soil of the farmland was stained red.
Almost all resources have been plundered, the sect's warehouses are empty, farmland and woods are burning, and the resources accumulated in previous generations are gone.
At this moment, Liu Xiaoqiang knew what it meant to be heartbroken and what life was worse than death.
Players who come back in are walking here like zombies, but they still do their duty to restore the production facilities here, put out fires and rescue usable resources.
And Liu Xiaoqiang now has one thing he wants to confirm.
That is Huang Xiaoling’s life and death.
This is the first non-player character they meet, and the only non-player character.
Every player received her guidance when they first entered the game, and will also receive her help from time to time.
Her optimism, her open-mindedness, and her actions of standing up to protect everyone are deeply imprinted in everyone's heart, making the disciples of Wanfa Sect keep praying that nothing will happen to her.
In the chat channel, rumors about Huang Xiaoling were flying everywhere, but none of them were reliable.
While actively searching nearby, Liu Xiaoqiang came to the foot of a nearby mountain and suddenly heard the familiar sound of bells.
Climbing over and rushing over, he saw Huang Xiaoling, whose legs had been chopped off, leaning on the stone under the broken wall, raising his left hand and shaking the bell on his wrist.
【Senior sister! 】
Immediately notifying others to come to the rescue, Liu Xiaoqiang rushed over and said to Huang Xiaoling: [Sister, we are here, hold on! 】
【Is it a passerby? Sorry, my eyes were burned out and I didn’t recognize you, cough. 】
【Senior sister, stop talking, others are coming soon! 】
[I can’t survive. I know my situation best. At this point, it’s already hopeless. Damn, I thought I could see the rise of Shennong Valley, but I can only rest here. 】
[Senior sister...]
At this time, Liu Xiaoqiang was full of resentment.
I hate those demon cultivators, I hate that I have no strength, and I hate that I am obviously a disciple of Shennong Valley, but I don’t know any medical or rescue skills.
Raising her hand, Huang Xiaoling gently touched Liu Xiaoqiang's head: [Don't cry, don't cry, you are a monk, why are you crying. I can rest assured that Shennong Valley will be left to you. The demonic cultivators are powerful, and this time they should teach us a lesson so that we can listen to them in the future. You guys have to endure the humiliation and bear the burden, give them whatever they want, and never start any conflicts again. 】
[Sister, I can’t do it! 】
【That has to be done! 】
Huang Xiaoling suddenly shouted, making Liu Xiaoqiang stop crying.
Then, she calmed down and said softly: [Resist, unite, quietly accumulate strength, and then go back with revenge. Cultivation is about understanding one thought. But for revenge, you still have to endure. 】
【How long can I endure it? 】
[Endure it until you are able to kill it back. This process may take a thousand years, or it may take ten thousand years, but it's okay, you can do it. ]
[Senior sister...]
[Don’t cry, I’m going. And don't worry, when you see the mountain flowers blooming and the white clouds passing by, I'll come to see you. Remember, endure. 】
Huang Xiaoling put down her left hand weakly, and the sound of the shaking bell stopped.
When other players came here, they only saw Huang Xiaoling’s body and Liu Xiaoqiang sobbing on the side.
The corpses of non-player characters will also disappear. Players can only dig a hole in a secluded place in the back mountain and bury Huang Xiaoling's bell in it. No one spoke, and the chat channel was silent, but depression and anger accumulated in this silence, as if fire was flowing.
It was already time for class. The disciples of Wanfa Sect put down their bamboo slips and walked into the classroom in silence.
Old Liu looked at the silent disciples, not quite sure what was going on.
Maybe it’s because I’ve been studying too hard these past few days and then I’m tired.
It seems that Wang Jiu must be advised to let these disciples pay attention to the balance between work and rest.
Skillfully leading everyone into the dream, he began to talk in the dream: "Last time we told the story of the founder of Shennong Valley, but the founder was not strictly speaking the founder of Shennong Valley. According to The Patriarch said that there were many disciples who made outstanding contributions to Shennong Valley. One of them was Huang Xiaoling, who died in the process of resisting the demon cultivator. At that time... what happened to you? "
Liu Xiaoqiang burst into tears when he suddenly heard a familiar name.
Crying is contagious. The disciples who had been keeping well began to cry loudly at their desks, crying uncontrollably in their dreams.
Even Xuecheng, a man who was accustomed to seeing life and death and had been to the execution ground several times, burst into tears, leaving Old Liu completely confused as to why.
What happened to the disciples of Wanfa Sect?
Why is it different from previous sessions?
Not only these disciples, the little white cat is also crying now.
Lying on the table, she covered her face and cried uncontrollably. The hair on her face was wet.
While crying, she also said: "The demon cultivator deserves to die! He deserves to die!"
"Remind me, you are also a demon." Lin Yuan said at the side.
"I deserve to die too! Senior brother, you deserve to die too! I was having a good time, why did a magic gate invasion suddenly come! Huang Xiaoling died so miserably."
" You don’t have to go, you can just hide somewhere.”
“But I am Huang Xiaoling! What kind of senior sister am I if I don’t protect those disciples?”
Sighing, Lin Yuan said: "But history is like this."
Su Xianxiao wiped away her tears and finally calmed down her mood, but she was still twitching.
After hearing this, she started crying again.
Originally, she had some resentment towards Zhengzheng, but after learning that Huang Xiaoling was a real person, her resentment immediately dissipated without a trace.
Wiping her tears, she asked: "Are the demon sects in history really so cruel?"
"Yes, they slaughtered everyone at the slightest disagreement. The reality will only be worse. Brutal.”
"Damn it! What happened next?"
"Then..."
Lin Yuan looked out the window and looked at the statue of the God of Agriculture in the square.
The statue nodded slightly, and a scene that only Lin Yuan could see appeared behind it.
In that scene, he saw the God of Agriculture still harvesting wheat, a translucent girl holding water surrounding him, and a bell on her left hand jingling.
Feeling Lin Yuan's gaze, the girl waved her hand with a smile as bright as a flower.
Behind her, mountain flowers bloomed and white clouds curled up.
The game connects history and present. Part of the admiration of the disciples of Wanfa Sect belongs to the girl, allowing her to gain the faith of Incense and condense her soul around the God of Agriculture.
Part of this is due to the godhead of the God of Agriculture, but the faith of the disciples also plays an important role.
Subsequently, a golden light emerged from the girl's body, turning into a blessing and falling on the brow of the still sobbing little white cat.
This was a gift from the other party. Huang Xiaoling recognized Su Xianxiao's performance and gave her blessing.
Waving gently, Lin Yuan looked at the golden light between the white cat's brows and said, "It's pretty good."
History has been relegated to the past.
But the touch and sacrifice contained in it will never fade no matter when.
(End of this chapter)