Weird fairy

Chapter 798 Help

"Speak up! Why don't you speak?" Li Huowang, with an ugly face, looked at his reflection in the water basin and asked very sternly.

"The natural disasters this time are completely different from the past! In the past, at most, the rot is gone! The day is gone! This time, death is gone!"

"Do you know what this means? This is not a trivial matter!" Li Huowang wandered back and forth in the house, feeling extremely anxious at the moment.

"Every time a natural disaster occurs, it is because of the turbulence of the heaven, but this time the death suddenly disappeared, so something must have happened to the heaven of death!"

Li Huowang stopped, and the fastest possibility appeared in his mind. He suddenly looked at his reflection in the water basin. "You said! Could it be that those commanding officers who believe in Dharma have snatched away the way of death? Are you doing anything at all?"

"Or, others are calling at the door! Are you still so dazed?"

"I have a counterattack, it should be."

When he saw himself in the mirror finally started to speak, Li Huowang cursed fiercely. "You know it too! I thought you were dead long ago!"

"It shouldn't be that time, is there something wrong?" Ji Ji's tone was still so neutral.

Li Huowang was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he rushed over immediately, and asked anxiously, "What's going on! What happened to Kuixi, who is in charge of death?"

"he died."

Hearing this, Li Huowang's pupils shrank to extremely small in an instant, "Dead? Really dead? How did he die? Was he killed by Yu Ershen's party?"

"It should be." Ji Ji's eyes showed a hint of confusion.

"Who is in the hands of the heaven of death? Why has the lower realm become like this now?"

"Yeah..." Ji Ji pondered. "I don't know, I haven't seen it either."

The blue veins on Li Huowang's forehead began to bulge in anger, and his clenched fists trembled slightly. "Okay, then I'll ask you who knows! Who is the commander of the seven private people? Should I trust?"

"Should, at least for now, we are on one side, and he should not harm me."

Li Huowang, who finally got some news, finally relieved some of the anger in his heart. "Then what's the situation on your side? Did Xuan Mi help a lot in the past?"

"Now I don't know Xuan Mi for the time being. You can ask me next time. At that time, I should have met him a few times."

"Huh?" A question mark slowly popped up in Li Huowang's mind, what does this guy mean?
"Is there anything else? I'm quite busy here."

"Yes! The last one! Do you need me to go to Bai Yujing to help you?" Finally caught Ji Ji, Li Huowang had to ask carefully.

"It depends on which one, you help me? Or you help me? Or you help me?"

Li Huowang has lost his temper at the moment, "What are you talking about! I don't want to guess riddles!"

"Help, I'll help you with this matter."

After saying this thoughtless sentence, Ji Ji finally fell silent.

Looking at the indifferent reflection in front of him, Li Huowang drew his sword instantly with a swish, and cut the reflection in the water and the copper basin in half.

"Damn it! Calling trash is flattering you!"

After saying this, an angry Li Huowang walked out of the door. Ji Ji was still as unreliable as ever, and he still had to figure out a way in this situation.

And when he just came out, he found that the atmosphere in the entire barracks was obviously not right, everyone looked extremely nervous, and looked east from time to time.

There was a place deliberately separated from the big camp. The flies buzzing in the air proved that the smell there didn't seem to be pleasant, and the black smoke never stopped for a moment.

Li Huowang, who was frowning tightly, showed a trace of disgust on his face, and walked towards that side.

When Li Huowang caught it from a basket, a tragic scene soon appeared in front of him.

In the past, he had seen a lot of graveyards and piles of dead people, but he had never felt so sick to his stomach like today.

All kinds of rotting human bodies were stripped of their clothes and filled the wooden fence like rotten meat. They may have no heads or half of their bodies.

But no matter how fatally injured they are, no matter what their bodies have become, they are still moving.

Death is gone, but rot is not, and neither is pain.

Everyone who should have died on the battlefield before could not rest in peace, enduring the torment of decay indefinitely.

They could only watch helplessly as their bodies gradually rotted, pus, rot, swelling, and maggots were exposed.

But now Li Huowang and the others can only think of fire as the only solution to their suffering. The huge furnace burns day and night.

Groups of moving flesh and blood were thrown from the fork into the stove.

But they were covered in flames, burning their tongues and internal organs, boiling their blood and brains.They still couldn't let them give up screaming and struggling for a moment.

The screams of despair mixed with the crackling of burning flesh did not bring together the final chapter of death.

Only when their bodies are completely burned to ashes can they be completely quiet.

"They're not dead."

Next to Li Huowang came an old mummy lama wearing a cockscomb hat, and he was spinning the wheel over and over again in his hand, and the buzzing sound of the wheel was ringing again and again.

He looked at the black smoke rising from the furnace and the piles of ashes pulled out from under the furnace, and said again: "They didn't die."

"Their bodies were burnt to pieces, and every single piece would feel the pain and torture of physical division."

"Now their pain is hundreds of times and thousands of times more painful than before. They don't cry out not because they don't want to, but because they can't cry out because they don't have a mouth. They don't move because they don't want to move, but because they don't. I can't move my hands and feet."

"If Dahetian does not come back, then they will be accompanied by this torture and pain forever."

Listening to what the bardo lama said, Li Huowang felt his scalp numb and his hands and feet feel cold.

Just thinking about that kind of situation happening to him can make Li Huowang, who has already endured all kinds of torture, feel shuddering.

"Death is reincarnation and the fate of human beings. Many people are afraid of death and avoid Him at all costs, but they don't know that death is the most precious blessing that Mahakala bestows on everyone. It's a pity that they don't know how to cherish it. Only when you lose it will you regret it.”

(End of this chapter)