The troll god was furious and roared.

The ants landed on his shoulders, on the top of his head, on his chest and back. The attack of the ants, to Him, was neither painful nor itchy.

But how dare they? !

How dare you challenge His majesty! How dare you be so arrogant, so ridiculous! How lowly they are! How weak! How ridiculous!

There should only be one person in Zuoliang Shi of Shanhai Pavilion!

Somewhere in the world, someone's voice passed through the cold wind of the ancient times... I bet that thousands of people will be for me, thousands of people will be for me, and tens of thousands of people will be for me... I bet thousands of years from now, there will still be inextinguishable sparks...

The fire is on.

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Beams, screens, tiles.

Everything is burning in the fire, the familiar streets and the familiar urban areas have changed beyond recognition. Over the city, white, red, pink, yellow...like heavy snow, are plum petals with a faint fragrance. From the ancient plum spirit at the top of Tianchi Mountain to the plum god in the mortal courtyard at the foot of Tianchi Mountain, all the petals have fallen.

Plum blossoms pass through the streets and alleys, gathering into brocades, gathering into colorful clouds, and encircling Tianchi Mountain in circles.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy?"

A ragged refugee grabs a Meicheng townsman.

The man staggered, walked through the burning ruins, chased the long clouds formed by the rain of flowers, and rushed towards the foot of Tianchi Mountain. The two previous violent earthquakes still had a catastrophic impact on Meicheng - in addition to the collapse of houses, the city wall also collapsed in multiple sections.

The miasma came in.

A steady stream of dead souls and wild ghosts are gathering in the direction of Tianchi Mountain.

"Did you go to court for death?!" the refugee hissed.

"May God... May God is calling us! May God needs us!"

The man pushed him away, and together with the other Meicheng city residents who stumbled and trudged under the aftershocks, they rushed to Tianchi Mountain from all directions.

Gu Mei rolled up a rain of flowers all over the city.

On Tianchi Mountain, there are cultivators who are crazy, racing against time to forge star tables, and below Tianchi Mountain are mortals who guard them with the city god. Every household in Meicheng invited the goddess of plums, and the roots of the goddess of plum were connected together in the ground, and the citizens of Meicheng joined hands and formed one piece.

They are mortals who do not understand star tables and calendars. They don't even understand why they suffered the catastrophe tonight.

But they know the god of this city.

Gu Mei is at all costs to protect the monks who do not know what they are doing on Tianchi Mountain. They followed it, guarding Tianchi Mountain together, and guarding the immortals on the mountain who were racing against time... This is what Gu Mei wants to do, how can they stand by?

When they were born, the first word they learned was "Plum God". After they died, the ashes were buried under the roots of the plum tree.

Morning porridge, afternoon tea, late. Summer clothes, autumn clothes, winter jackets.

The city god runs through their day and throughout their life.

It's a chain that never stops.

farther than life and death.

"Crazy... crazy, lost heart crazy."

The refugee stood there in a daze, muttering, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

A refugee whimpered, and suddenly wiped away tears while running to the people in Meicheng.

From Xizhou Bay, they trekked all the way and fled to Meicheng. They didn't know why the whale god abandoned them... It was obvious that they had dedicated themselves to worship and love the whale god. They didn't know what it was, and let the West Sea Kraken start a killing spree in Haicheng.

Their homes were broken and their faith was almost destroyed.

But after all this is over, they still want to go back. Want to go back to those fjords, to find the trace of the whale god, to find an answer.

to find...

Find a chance to be reconciled.

Born by the sea, long by the sea, when you open your eyes, you are a whale, and when you close your eyes, you are a whale. How could it be so easy to give up...

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The troll gods twisted their waists and waved their fists, and knocked back the Buddha Dharma again. When they turned around, they saw Meicheng, which was like a bullet on the ground. Men and women, old and young, hand in hand, stood side by side, standing in circles and circles at the foot of Tianchi Mountain. The dead souls and wild ghosts gathered towards Tianchi Mountain devoured their flesh and blood.

One by one, they turned into bloody skeletons.

But the pace of the ghosts and ghosts was stopped.

- A new wall was built.

A sense of coldness rushed across his back.

For a moment, the troll God Xiang felt terrified.

Is it true that the former lord also saw the terrifying power hidden under the dust of these despicable grass mustards, and then leaned down and walked down the clouds?

But where does this power come from?

Aren't mortals the most greedy, mean, cowardly, and timid? People like Zuoliangshi of Shanhaige should be an odd number. Why are there hundreds of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions of people, gathered into a wall? Where is their selfishness, their cowardice, their strife?

Clearly, at the last moment, they were still trembling and crying!

How could there be such an earth-shaking difference between a few breaths?

The wind blew through the collapsed city walls of Meicheng.

Black smoke, red flames.

Who said Meicheng is only romantic? Who said that mortals can only survive? Who says small can't be a city? Who says humbleness can't last forever?

The plum blossom rain roams in the sky and rolls back.

The mortals who made the city of flesh and blood wailed and wept under the gnawing of the evil spirits.

Their voices, like a torrent, traverse the long river of time... Laugh at it, scorn it, disgust it, despise it. We are humble, we are small, we are ugly, we are greedy, we are ignorant, we are determined, we are persistent, we are roaring, we are desperate.