Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao

Although it still feels weird to think of your father as a letter from a god.

But Li Sui didn't care. On the contrary, she felt it was better this way, which meant that her father was always paying attention to her.

Dad!! Just wait for me, I will go back. I will see you again as Li Sui! I swear!!!

After Li Sui finished speaking happily, the rationality in his heart began to take over. It was impossible to only consider the good side of anything without considering the bad side.

Even if it is impossible, you must have a backup plan after failure.

But Li Sui obviously resisted this kind of rational consideration. She wanted to be the same as before and just think about the good side of everything.

After thinking about it, Li Sui looked down at the clay figure in his hand and said with a hint of grievance: If only. If I were to be someone else by then, then I would hide secretly. I won’t tell you, but at least this way, dad, you don’t have to worry about me, and you won’t feel so uncomfortable.”

Li Sui! The soul is back! Whoa! The white round-hole paper money was thrown high by Li Huowang, who was wearing hemp and mourning, and landed on the soul flag behind him and on the big black coffin.

Bai Lingmiao, whose eyes were red from crying, was holding a red rope in his hand and followed silently. The other end of the rope was holding a piece of meat, which was Li Huowang's meat that Li Sui liked to eat most in the past.

This is a custom in Daliang. After a person dies, a red string should be used to wrap the deceased's favorite things or things he cares about most, and they should be held by his close relatives, so that the soul of the deceased will be buried together with the coffin.

Hearing the harsh sound of suonas and gongs behind him, Li Huowang's expression did not change in any way.

At this moment, his expression was dead, and he did not show a trace of sadness. He just kept throwing paper money and walked towards Niuxin Mountain.

The deep space for the coffin has been dug in advance, and the best Feng Shui master has chosen the best tomb.

As everyone in Niuxin Village saluted the coffin with solemn expressions, the coffin gradually fell into the pit according to the procedure.

After deciding not to have children, Bai Lingmiao always regarded Suisui as her own child, and finally became much closer to each other. It was really hard for her to accept that her child had died like this.

Sui Sui! Bai Lingmiao rushed toward the coffin, but Li Huowang grabbed her wrist and asked her to stop her irrational behavior.

At this moment, the two gods came out from behind Bai Lingmiao, and their slender sharp edges continued to cut through Li Huowang's flesh and blood with hatred, leaving deep blood marks.

After a while, Li Huowang's body was bruised and bloody, but he still said nothing and silently watched the coffin fall into the pit.

Are you mute? Speak! The two gods were finally stopped by Bai Lingmiao. She huddled up and hugged her knees, looking at Li Sui's tombstone and sobbing silently.

In addition to Bai Lingmiao's cry, there was another cry. It was Qiu's full meal. She was desperately lying on the coffin holding the rotten child, trying again and again to pull Li Su out of the coffin, but every time It's all in vain.

The coffin was lowered, the earth was sealed, and the monument was erected. Following a set of procedures, Li Sui was finally laid to rest.

Wearing clothes and mourning, everyone returned to Niuxin Village along the mountain road. As Li Sui was laid to rest and the process was completed, the atmosphere became slightly more relaxed.

Yang Zizi led a dozen or so cooks to work in the kitchen, and a banquet with eight hot and eight grains of food was served.

Li Huowang didn't eat the food and just sat alone at the main seat, pouring one glass after another of wine into his mouth without saying a word.

He had always been a heavy drinker in the past, but this time he could not get drunk no matter how much he drank. No matter how much wine he poured into his mouth, he didn't feel at all.

No matter how long he drank, the wine in the jug never decreased. As much as Li Huowang drank, Bi Qiu shed as many tears as he felt full.

He drank like this from dusk until late at night. All the seats outside had been dispersed, but Li Huowang was still drinking.

Finally, when Li Huowang drank a drink, Bai Lingmiao reached out and grabbed the wine glass in his hand and threw it to the ground. Stop drinking!

Li Huowang nodded and said, You really shouldn't drink anymore, it's time to get down to business.

After saying that, Li Huowang stood up and stepped directly into Shangjing City with his right foot.

He came to the Tianshi Mansion and found the imperial master of Daliang, Huangfu Tiangang. The blind old man was playing chess with Gao Zhijian.

Li Huowang walked between the two and sat down, Xuan Mi is dead.

Huangfu Tiangang nodded, picked up a black stone with two fingernails and placed it on the chessboard, Well, I already know it. The movement is not small.

Before she died, she said, you know something, let me ask you.

Gao Zhijian, who was on the side, noticed that Li Huo was unusually strong, and put down the Bai Zi in his hand, Senior Brother Li, are you okay?

Li Huowang didn't look at him, and kept staring at the blind Huangfu Tiangang.

After Huangfu Tiangang pondered for a moment, he said: It's not a big deal. Xuan Ming just wants to tell you that as long as Supervisor Tiansi takes the lead, we are not as weak as we thought.

As long as Fushengtian's commanders still dare to come, we will fight them back just like we did the day before yesterday.

Almost all the military strategists are dead. Li Huowang said this cruel fact very coldly.

No. Huangfu Tiangang shook his head gently, Boy, what do you think is a military strategist?

Speaking of this, Huangfu Tiangang stretched out his hand and stroked the long beard on his chin, In this situation, when Si Ming comes into the world, the world is in chaos. If we want to survive, we have no choice but to burn the boat.

No matter how powerful a military strategist is, military strategists are also human beings, and anyone can become a military strategist. As long as the common people in the world are infected with evil spirits, then the whole world will become our military strategists.

Li Huowang's breathing was up and down. He really didn't expect that the other party would dare to do this. Then I'm afraid they will all die.

Yeah. Gao Zhijian nodded and placed the white piece in his hand on the chessboard. Senior Brother Li, I know you are kind-hearted, but people are always going to die, even the royal family.

At this moment, a sturdy little boy ran over from the side with a smile, but Gao Zhijian grabbed him directly.

Look, this is my son. I chose him. I have so many sons, but in the end they can only live one, and all the others will die. Gao Zhijian's indifference did not sound like he was talking about his own children.

We can't fully trust Fushengtian's command and Bai Yujing's command. If we want to protect ourselves, we can only trust ourselves. This is the way the world is today. Human life is worthless. Anyone can die. It's okay for people to die. To regenerate, just don’t exterminate the species.”

Human life is not valuable, but do you know what it means to what they care about?

Various images of Master Jingxin, Lu Jiaban, Zhuge Yuan, and Sui Sui kept flashing through Li Huowang's mind. His expression gradually became distorted and his teeth creaked.

I've had enough, I've really had enough!! Why!! Why on earth!!!

As Li Huowang hit the chessboard with his right fist with veins popping out on the back of his hand, the entire chessboard instantly fell apart.