Business system: the gods save the world by opening a store

Chapter 135 Is the mayor’s wife pretending?
All stories finally come to an end.

The mountain ghost leaned against the red leopard, looking relaxed and peaceful.

It's great that it's all over.

She suddenly wanted to see everything she protected, the people she loved, the girls she cared about.

She saw her favorite child singing happily and dancing freely, and she could finally rest peacefully.

"Is this okay?"

Xuntang asked.

Is this okay? Is this the end?

"Don't you have any regrets at all?"

The mountain ghost leaned against the car, caressed the red leopard that was leaning against him, and looked into the distance with a smile.

"it is ready."

The mountain ghost calmly looked at the mountains gently blown by the wind, and suddenly wanted to talk.

"I was born a long, long time ago. It was an era when there were no humans. There were only powerful gods and magnificent alien races. They are mysterious and special existences for this era."

"I am the youngest child among the clan leaders. I want peace among all clans. I want everyone to be happy and healthy. I want everyone to be as strong. I strive for strength. My brother betrayed me. He longed for my clan to be respected. The war began. After a long time, I failed and was finally suppressed under Fengshan."

The mountain ghost stood up and walked forward slowly, looking back and smiling. The light and shadow hit her face, making her eyes unclear, and her gentle voice came from the wind.

"Seal the mountain, seal the mountain, the mountain that exists to seal me."

"This is my story, a past that is neither interesting nor interesting."

In the end, everything is just a story. Time has passed for too long, the tribesmen who fought have died, and those who remember the mountain ghost have long since returned to dust.

Those who remember her calling her husband have all disappeared in the long river of time.

What she didn't say was that the women in Fengshan Town were the descendants of the female warriors who followed her. If she didn't surrender and surrender, blood would spread throughout the world. She finally compromised.

Shan Gui did not tell many of the stories, but Xuntang could guess that it must be a story that is heartbreaking and exciting but also sad and despairing.

Xuntang suddenly felt melancholy: "Let's say goodbye to them at last."

Sad to see such a god pass away.

The mountain ghost laughed: "You have to say goodbye to these children properly, otherwise they will cry!"

After she laughed, she leaned against the trees and fell into sleep. She wanted to gather some strength and say goodbye to the children in a better manner.

Countless vitality burst out while she was sleeping. The women in the small town took the canned vitality given by Xuntang and opened it among the dying mountains. Green and life covered the mountains together with the wind, and the flowers flowed with the fragrance of green grass.

Pure white flowers cover the mountains and forests, and their vitality nourishes all life.

The mountain came to life, and the god who had long been assimilated with the mountain also regained some strength.

The corners of the mountain ghost's mouth raised slightly, his face relaxed, and the god also had a sweet dream.

The mountain ghost leaned on the Xinyi car, and the majestic Red Leopard followed beside her. There was a smile on her lips, and the golden sunlight fell brightly in her eyes.

She carries a primitive and simple beauty that is almost gorgeous and full of vitality.

People in white clothes - children, girls, women, old ladies, and boys. They smiled and sang ancient songs. Their melodious songs echoed in the valley, and they sincerely blessed their beloved gods.

They smiled, with tears in their eyes, happy and expectant, with a little sadness. Holding hands, singing, dancing and worshiping.

Dear God.

Don't stick to this dirty world for us anymore. You can have a good rest. Don't worry about your unfulfilled children. We will live a good life in the future.

"Children, don't be sad about my departure. All separations are for a better reunion. We will eventually meet again, even if it is thousands of years later." The water in the mountain stream flowed loudly, and countless pure white Flowers danced on the water, colliding and playing like a group of carefree children, and their voices echoed in the mountains:
"Please let us pay tribute to the gods, our eternal mountain ghosts, the gods who lead us upward and are always brave and steadfast."

"With that, I send my regards to the gods."

Under the dazzling sunshine, a strong wind suddenly blew up, and the girls' long black hair flew freely. Their faces seemed transparent, but they were vivid, beautiful and beautiful.

The Xinyi cart carrying the mountain ghost slowly moved forward. The naughty Chibao played with the crowd from time to time, and then quickly returned to the mountain ghost.

In the end, people watched the mountain ghost walk towards the forest step by step until she could no longer be seen.

The tiny sobs became louder and louder, and the women began to wail, heart-piercingly. They had really lost the elder who had been protecting them, and they had lost her forever and ever.

Don't be afraid, I, we are right behind you.

The mountain ghost returned to the deep mountains. She leaned against the big tree and gently stroked the red leopard with her hand.

I'm so tired, I really want to rest, ah, I can finally rest now.

My ambition has been passed down, my wish has come true, I have no regrets.

The wind blew gently, and the mountain ghosts dissipated in the wind as gently as ice melted.

The story of the mountain ghost has ended long ago.

At this moment, in the staff dormitory of Xunmu Restaurant, Sui'an was resting quietly under a small quilt.

"Good year -"

Sui'an suddenly heard someone calling her name softly. She turned around, but there was no one there.

She looked around. It was the resting room she was familiar with. There was nothing different about it.

She felt a little strange, but when she looked up, she saw the roses in the vase emitting a faint light and trembling slightly.

"Good year,"

She reached out and picked up a decorative rose, a gift from the count.

The moment her fingertips touched the rose, vines full of thorns wrapped around her arm, and the roses rushed into her arms.

The rose disappeared——

She stood there blankly.

Lowering his head, his chest exuded a faint red light, like the color of blood, with a strange sense of beauty.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sound of her heart beating louder and louder, but the strength in her body was passing away. She was confused and confused.

"Boom!"

Suddenly a rose grew and bloomed from her eyes. Roses bloomed everywhere on her arms, calves, and torso.

Roses as bright as blood broke through her skin and grew wildly, overlapping and blooming.

Just like the picture in the oil painting, the black and white world, the roses spread on the girl's body, full of blood and almost corrosive beauty.

Then, wither and wither.

At the same time, thousands of miles away, roses sprouted and grew together on the rotten and spreading moss, and young flower bones grew on the branches, and then bloomed one after another at the same time.

The strong fragrance of roses spread around, and the smell of blood seemed to be covered up and disappeared.

The exhausted people had almost lost all ability to describe, and just watched quietly as this huge monster went to destruction in the endless beauty and splendor.

So beautiful, so gorgeous, so sad.