Who calls this thing a god?

Shen Hegui died.

There are five words lightly, but there is a dead body lying there.

God does not have a lifespan, unless the believers disappear and the offerings cease.

He also has no close friends or companions.

Therefore, the God of Kuanyou never knew that the word "dead" turned out to be enough to kill another person who was still alive.

Shen Hegui was torn to pieces by the disaster of heaven and earth, his soul was scattered, and he didn't even have a decent place to bury him.

Resentment God dazedly carried the old lantern, stepped up the steps step by step, and returned to the mountain of Wumingju.

He drew up the soul awakening array, and summoned Shen Hegui's dead soul again and again, failing again and again.

He sat blankly in front of the table, gently stroked the red thread tied around his neck, and asked the monster blankly, "Why didn't it work?"

The monster lowered its head in silence and sniffed the magic circle lightly, shook its head for a while and said, "There is no smell of soul."

Its sense of smell can capture resentment, and the soul is naturally not a problem.

And it said no, it can only mean that Shen He returned to him and disappeared without reincarnation.

Kuan Youshen didn't believe it, he asked suspiciously, "Am I not a god?"

"Isn't God omnipotent?"

"I want Shen He to return, why can't I do it?"

He seemed to be asking a monster, but more like asking himself.

Everyone in the world says that God is omnipotent, so why can't he even save one person?

... Isn't God omnipotent?

Shen He died to die for the world, but the seeds of disaster were not buried deep in the mountains.

The white clothes under the moon just put a shackle on it, it is like an active volcano, just waiting for the next eruption.

So the suzerain suzerain came to ask.

He only prayed to God twice in his life, one time to ask God, and the other time to see God off.

He begged the God of Resentment to save the people of the world from fire and water, and bury the seeds of disaster in the mountains.

Human beings are beyond salvation.

The God of Resentment closed the door of Wumingju tightly, and said with a sneer, "Whoever spoils the common people will save them."

But that person is dead.

No one can save the world anymore.

Mr. Fu Shu knelt in the torrential rain for six days, and his back was straight from the beginning to the end.

Like a standing pine and cypress.

On the seventh day, the mountain lord came, knelt in front of the door and said:

"Today should have been the first seven days of my lover—"

Before he could finish his sentence, the person who kicked open the door grabbed his throat and held him up high.

Kuan Youshen was as vicious as a ghost, his eyes cracked: "You dog, you are impatient, I will send you on your way now!"

"Are you willing to let him see such a miserable scene behind him?"

A drop of muddy tears fell from the tip of his eyes, and the mountain master cried bitterly while coughing and said, "Pray for wine, if you come back from praying for wine and see this miserable scene—"

He won't be coming back.

Resentment God wants to say that he will not come back again.

His soul has been torn apart by heaven, and he has no reincarnation.

But when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them again.

He blamed Youshen for not saving anyone in his life, and he never thought of saving anyone.

Facing Mr. Fushu and the mountain master, he gradually loosened his grip and looked at the turmoil in the mountains and rivers.

That's where the white clothes go under the moon.

So he let go for the first time and nodded.

Standing ten meters away from him, Lu Chan looked at the ghostly handsome face of Resentment God, who was about three or four years older than the boy when he first met.

His demeanor is still dazed, like a child who doesn't know the world, but wants to go to war for his white clothes under the moon.

Lu Chan's heart twitched and ached, and he had to turn his attention elsewhere.

He forced himself to think about other questions:

If Shen He returned to his soul and scattered his soul, then there would be no reincarnation, so what kind of reincarnation would Lu Chan be?

Then he remembered that the God of Resentment had been asleep for thousands of years, and it seemed that it was also inseparable from this matter.

Lu Chan took a deep breath, withdrew his thoughts and followed Qi You's figure.

……

The bones of the dead are exposed, and the mountains of corpses are covered with blood.

The young man was humming a wild tune from the mountains and villages, and walked far away through the city full of dead bones. He was like a returning home, with an indifferent and relaxed expression.

He walked through the dilapidated mountains and rivers alone, until he stopped in front of a cloaked tomb, no longer humming, just staring silently.

He doesn't understand the rules of human beings, and he doesn't know the truth that when a leaf falls, it returns to its root, and when a person dies, he returns to dust.

This clothes tomb was still piled up by the mountain owner in the midst of his busy schedule.

He stood in front of the tomb, like a dead tree, lifeless.

If someone looked at it from a distance, they probably thought he was a ghost hanging from a tree.

But he is god.

The God of Resentment glanced over the crooked words "Shen He returns to the tomb" engraved on the tombstone.

This person lived his whole life straight and upright, but after his death he was crooked and crooked to make people laugh.

So he laughed too.

Seems mean and vicious, like mocking.

A pair of peach blossom eyes were full of viciousness, as if he hated the owner of this tomb.

He smiled and felt the red mark on his neck unconsciously, and the laughter stopped abruptly.

The boy fell silent again.

It seems to be remembering or in a daze.

He didn't know there were other people standing beside him.

Lu Confession.

The God of Resentment looked at the tomb, and he looked at the God of Resentment.

He didn't know what he was.

Shen Hegui has already lost his soul, he returned to the world with the glory of this person, and stepped into the dust, but in fact he is nothing.

Even so, he still wanted to stand by the God of Resentment.

Resentment God let out a long breath. He was probably a little cold, so he shivered unconsciously. Lu Chan subconsciously took off his coat and wanted to put it on him.

Halfway through stretching his hand, he remembered that he was just a passer-by in this past, how could he warm the God of Resentment.

"..."

Lu Chan paused for a moment, then smiled helplessly and retracted his hand, standing silently by his side, like a nameless shadow.

Resentment God finally withdrew his eyes from the mound of clothes, and rolled up his right sleeve neatly a few times, exposing his white and slender arms.

The wrist bones are exquisite, and the five fingers are slender.

Lu Chan is too familiar with this hand, and there is often a red mark around the base of his little finger, which is intertwined with his own hand, lingering in love.

This hand was made for playing the piano or holding a brush for painting rather than—

Instead of digging it into his chest.

Lu Chan's pupils suddenly shrank to the extreme!

Kuan Youshen didn't realize it, half of his bright face was stained with blood spattered from his chest, he still didn't blink his eyes.

But he didn't know that there was such a person standing beside him, his heart ached beyond measure, his hands were trembling, knowing that he was just a passer-by, but still stubbornly trembling to hold his wrist.

"No...no, pray! pray!..."

Lu Chan's eyes were dizzy, and the blood dripping from the chest of Resentment God seemed to be condensed into a knife, piercing his eyes over and over again.

...how could it be so painful.

"Pray--"

Every call he made was like a plea for help.

But who would he turn to for help?

To resent God?But isn't the person who is hurting Qiyou the god of resentment?

"Pray for you, pray for you..." The voice was completely out of tune.

Rough and ugly, it sounds like a crow crowing on a branch.

It turned out that when the pain was extreme, the only thing that could be said was the name of another person.

Resentful God's fingers twisted and turned in the flesh like an awl, until he grabbed something and pulled it out.

The blood splattered all over the floor like money, and he still had the same expression, without frowning.

And Lu Chan was struck by lightning, he stood in front of Qiyou blankly, looking at the bright red blood hole in his chest, as if he died again and again.

He knew that the past cannot be changed, but he still stretched out his hand tremblingly towards the wound like a fool, the closer he got, the more he couldn't bear it.

He remembered asking how he got the scar.

Standing behind the hazy water mist, Qiyou smiled nonchalantly, his slender eyelashes were like butterflies about to fly away.

His voice was hoarse, but it still tasted a bit charming, and said leisurely:

"God damned."

damned...

damned—

For the first time, Lu Chan felt resentment.

He hated Shen Xuan, hated his husband Mr. Shu, hated Youshen, hated himself, and hated Shen Hegui.

I hate this hypocrite for choosing the common people in the world.

The mess of hating him needs to be cleaned up by the God of Resentment.

In a daze, Lu Chan suddenly realized why he felt strange everywhere in the torrent of memories.

He has respect, approval, and taste for Shen Hegui, but he has no empathy.

He has no empathy for what he calls "past lives".

...is this normal?

God Resentment held the blood-stained and glowing bone in his hand, faced the tomb of clothes, passed through Lu Chan's figure, as if looking at the person named 'Shen Hegui', and said with a sneer: " You are so used to living in the world, if you want me to save it, you really don't know what to do!"

As soon as the words fell, he smashed the god bone down seven feet!

In an instant, the nine-day giant thunder suddenly roared, as if it was about to split the world into scorched earth!

The thunder and thunder made his pale complexion even more like a ghost.

Lu Chan stared at him blankly, asking him as if he was asking himself:

"Does it hurt?"

Gouging out the heart and taking the bone...does it hurt?

Kuanyoushen's eyes gradually lost sight, and his body swayed. Maybe it was because he heard the roar of thunder, or maybe it was because of the pain in his wound. He frowned impatiently, and fell down.

Lu Chan stretched out his hand almost reflexively to catch him.

But a passer-by is a passer-by after all, he is just a phantom, watching his god and his princess fall into the dust and mud.

No matter how hard he could bear it, he bent his knees and knelt heavily in front of the God of Resentment.

He heard the rumble of thunder above the nine heavens and the verdict from the Dao of Heaven, but his heartbeat was too noisy and chaotic, making it a headache.

His mind was blank, and it took him a long time to pick out a few words from it.

Lu Chan almost forcibly pieced the words together, and it took him a long time to vaguely see the meaning.

As a god, the God of Resentment You regards the rules of heaven as nothing,... and now his divine power has collapsed, and he has been sleeping for a thousand years without falling asleep, and everything he sees is nothingness until he wakes up.

"..." What does this mean?

What does this mean...?

For thousands of years, the God of Resentment has not been sleeping, but facing an empty room day after day, year after year?

He is not asleep, he is in prison.

Lu Chan looked dazed and helpless, and suddenly he bent down and spat out a mouthful of dirty black blood.

His god was atoning, but tore the believer apart.

The author has something to say: These chapters of the past are so abusive...

等他俩见面就甜了，相信我（再这么虐，我也快撑不住了，淦）感谢在2020-10-0117:54:22~2020-10-0217:59:21期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Yun Shu, 1 honor;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!