After he said this, everyone fell silent. Because he hit the nail on the head. In the past two days, no one had come to help Xie Lian. The water vendor at least had the intention of delivering water, but he just didn't do it, and some of the others didn't even dare to look at him!

Someone shouted, "What should we do now? If you guys won't let us do this, then give us a solution!"

Seeing that the crowd was about to stir again, and some people were desperately trying to squeeze forward, another voice shouted: "Who's making noise? Whoever makes noise again, I'll kill him with a knife!"

Looking again, it turned out to be the fat cook who was the first to come up and draw the sword when Xie Lian fell down on the first day. He seemed to be angry about something and said, "This brother is right! If several people hadn't stopped me from going up yesterday, I would have almost drawn the sword! How come I didn't move now, but those who tried to stop me are the ones who are shouting the loudest? Bah, you are worthy? It's rare to see someone so shameless!"

The cook was big and had a loud voice. He was angry and holding a kitchen knife. He seemed to have just come out of the kitchen. The people who had been shouting the loudest before immediately stopped shouting. Someone who didn't know what was going on for the past two days found out what was going on and asked in surprise, "No way? None of you went up?"

"Yeah, he was just left lying there for two days? No one even helped him up?"

Some of the people who were being talked about were embarrassed and said, "Don't talk as if you would go up to help if you were here. You are just talking after the fact. Don't forget that when those ghosts come down later, none of you will be able to escape!"

"Hey, I told you, if I were there, I would definitely go up and help him draw the sword!"

"Of course I won't feel tired after talking..."

"Wait a minute! What are you guys arguing about? This isn't a question of whether to draw the sword or not!"

As the two groups of people argued, they were about to quarrel, and the rain gradually subsided. However, the dark clouds were getting thicker, and it was hard for hundreds of people to breathe. Suddenly, the crowd burst into screams, and several fingers pointed to the sky, saying, "Here it comes!!!"

Xie Lian also raised his head suddenly. He saw that the faces rolling in the black cloud suddenly became violent, dragging long "tails" and falling rapidly like black meteors!

The human face epidemic is coming!

Everyone was horrified and in a panic. Some ran away, some hid in the house, and a few tried to grab the black sword. However, the black sword that was knocked to the ground disappeared without a trace, and they grabbed nothing.

Xie Lian had just been shocked by everyone’s reaction, but now he realized what was happening and asked, “Where’s the sword?! Who took it?!”

No one had time to answer, and everyone started running in all directions. But how could they be as fast as the ghosts? Soon, screams of the living and screams of the ghosts could be heard from all directions!

When the vengeful spirits caught up with the living, they were like a billowing black smoke, entangled endlessly, penetrated every pore, and slowly merged into their bodies. Xie Lian tried his best to drive them away, but there were too many vengeful spirits after all, and he could not drive them away all by himself. Seeing countless people being chased in front of him, the couple selling water and the fat cook were also entangled in the black smoke and rolled on the ground, while Bai Wuxiang was not far away, sneering and watching.

Xie Lian was furious and anxious, so he made up his mind and shouted at the place where the evil spirits were most concentrated: “Hey——!”

After all, he was the main messenger who awakened these evil spirits. With such a loud shout, those things naturally noticed him. Xie Lian opened his arms to them and said, "Come to my side!"

The vengeful spirits that had already entangled the living were hesitant, not knowing whether to go over, while the vengeful spirits that were still in the air immediately changed direction and attacked Xie Lian.

Success!

Xie Lian’s heart was about to stop beating. He didn’t know what was going to happen, nor did he know what he would become. However, he rushed forward with a sudden surge of blood in his brain. He felt that even if he had to fight back against that despicable monster and beat him black and blue, he would never retreat; even if there were a thousand times more undead, he would be invincible!

Do you want to see me feeling sorry for myself and giving up on myself?

I won’t!!!

Never!!!

The overwhelming black tide surrounded Xie Lian. A vengeful spirit wailed and passed through his body. In an instant, Xie Lian's heart seemed to be frozen, and his whole body trembled. Then, the second one came, and the third one...

These things pierced through Xie Lian's body like sword energy, taking away some of his remaining warmth each time. Xie Lian's face became paler and paler, but he always insisted and did not retreat.

There are only a few hundred of them, and he has only been holding on for a short while. There will be more next time. The sky is full of black clouds, all of them!

Xie Lian closed his eyes, ready to bear the wrath of all the vengeful spirits on his own. However, the next vengeful spirit did not arrive. Confused, he opened his eyes and suddenly found that the overwhelming black tide surrounding him had disappeared.

Because they all turned into rolling black streams and were sucked away in another direction!

In shock, Xie Lian turned around and saw a warrior in black standing at the end of the long street, holding a black long sword in his hand.

nameless?

Xie Lian had already told him to go away by himself and wait for him to launch the human face plague, so why did he appear here at this time? ?

Xie Lian had no idea what was going on, and had no idea what the black-clad warrior was doing there. He was stunned for a moment, then immediately ran towards him, shouting as he ran, “Wait! What are you doing? Don’t touch me! Give me the sword!”

The black-clothed warrior seemed to have heard his voice and raised his head slightly. Xie Lian could not see his real face, only a painted smiling face. However, he had a strange feeling.

He felt that the face under the mask of the black-clad warrior seemed to be really smiling.

However, this feeling was fleeting. The huge black torrent and the screaming tide mixed into a storm, converging over there and instantly engulfing the black-clad warrior.

At that moment, Xie Lian heard a heart-wrenching scream.

He seemed to have heard this voice somewhere before. He must have heard this voice somewhere before!

Pain. The pain was so intense that he could feel it himself, the pain was worse than death, the pain was so intense that his body and mind were torn apart, the pain made him fall heavily to the ground with both knees, holding his head and screaming in agony: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The severe pain that erupted from his heart came suddenly and went away suddenly. After an unknown amount of time, the surroundings fell silent and Xie Lian’s hands, which had been holding his head, dropped dejectedly.

He looked up absentmindedly and saw people lying all over the ground. Most of them were unconscious, and the vengeful spirits that had haunted them before had all disappeared.

This scene confused him. What happened to the human-faced plague? What happened to the evil spirits? What happened to him?

The black torrent had long since vanished, and where the nameless ghost in black had stood, there was only a black sword lying on the ground, with a small white flower beside the blade.

Xie Lian staggered to his feet, walked forward, and picked up the flower and the sword.

He touched his face and looked at his arms, but he didn't feel anything different about himself, as if he had been cursed. While he was confused, a voice suddenly came from behind him, saying softly, "Ah."

Xie Lian turned around and saw Bai Wuxiang standing behind him with his hands in his sleeves, his wide sleeves fluttering in the wind.

Xie Lian hadn’t realized what was going on yet, but he had a bad feeling in his heart.

Bai Wuxiang glanced at him and chuckled. The bad premonition became stronger, and Xie Lian frowned and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Bai Wu asked in the opposite direction: "Don't you know what happened yet?"

Xie Lian asked, “What?”

Bai Wuxiang asked: "Do you know who that ghost is?"

“…” Xie Lian asked, “War, battlefield undead?”

Bai Wuxiang said: "Yes. But at the same time, he is also your last believer in this world. Now, he is gone."

……believer?

How could he still have believers in this world?

After a long while, Xie Lian was finally able to utter a few words.

He said with difficulty: "What, scream, gone?"

Bai Wuxiang said leisurely: "The soul has been scattered."

Xie Lian couldn’t accept it and said, “Why did his soul fly away?!”

Bai Wuxiang said: "Because he was cursed in your place, the undead you summoned ate him up completely without leaving any residue."

“…”

The undead he summoned back?

Cursed in his place?!

Bai Wuxiang added: "Oh, by the way, this is not the first time you have seen him."

Xie Lian stared at him blankly. Bai Wuxiang said with great interest, "This ghost seems to have been following you. Originally, I just saw that it had a lot of resentment, so I caught it and asked it. Who knew that the result would be very interesting. Zhongyuan Festival, Lantern Night, Ghost Fire Spirit. Do you remember?"

Xie Lian murmured, “Zhongyuan Festival? Lantern Festival? Ghost Fire Spirit?”

Bai Wuxiang slowly reminded, "This ghost was a soldier under your command when he was alive. After his death, he became the undead spirit that followed you. He died in battle because of you, he turned into a fierce ghost because you pierced his heart with hundreds of swords, and he died because of the human-faced plague you launched."

Xie Lian seemed to vaguely remember something. However, he hadn’t even seen the face of this believer, and didn’t even know his name, so what could he really remember and how much could he remember?

"Perhaps there are still believers of Your Highness here who are worshipping you..."

Yes, there is.

Moreover, he is the only believer!

Bai Wuxiang seemed to say a lot more, but Xie Lian was in a daze and didn’t hear anything until he said at the end: “A god like you is already pathetic and ridiculous enough. Being your believer is even more pathetic and ridiculous.”

“…”

Before, he had mocked Xie Lian, but Xie Lian had not reacted at all. But when he heard this thing self-righteously evaluating his followers as pathetic and ridiculous, Xie Lian seemed to be suddenly awakened by a sword, and he burst into uncontrollable rage.

He rushed forward, but was captured in one move. Bai Wuxiang said coldly: "You can't beat me like this. How many times do I have to tell you before you recognize the truth?"

Xie Lian had no intention of defeating him. It didn’t matter if he couldn’t. He just wanted to beat this thing up. He angrily said, “What do you know?! What right do you have to laugh at him?!”

That is his only believer in this world!

Bai Wuxiang said: "Why can't I laugh at a follower who follows a loser? You are stupid, and your followers are even more stupid. Listen! If you want to defeat me, you must follow my teachings. Otherwise, you will never be able to defeat me!"

Xie Lian wanted to yell “Pah” at him with all his might, but it was difficult for him to even breathe. Bai Wuxiang flipped his other hand and a sad and happy face appeared in his palm. He said, “Now, let’s start over!”

He was just about to press the mask onto Xie Lian's face when, unexpectedly, at this moment, there was a loud bang.

There were thunder and lightning in the sky, and strange light was emitted from the clouds. Bai Wuxiang stopped his movements alertly and said, "What is this? A heavenly tribulation?..."

After a pause, he rejected it: "No!"

wrong.

It is a heavenly calamity, but it is more than just a heavenly calamity!

A man's voice resounded throughout the sky, saying, "He can't beat you, so what about me?"

Xie Lian raised his head suddenly.

At some point, a young martial god wearing white armor and looking auspicious appeared at the end of the long street ahead. A layer of faint white light shrouded his body. With his hand on the sword, he took one step at a time, cutting a clear path in the dark world.

He couldn't help but open his eyes wide.

Junwu!

…

After the rain stopped and the sky cleared, Xie Lian sat on the charred earth, breathing slightly.

Jun Wu sheathed his sword, walked over, and said, "Xianle, welcome back."

He looked tired, and there were still bloodstains on his face, which were left by Bai Wuxiang. In addition, Jun Wu also had dozens of injuries of varying sizes, which were not light, but Bai Wuxiang was more seriously injured, so seriously that he was beaten to the point of being completely annihilated, leaving only a broken face of sorrow and joy on the ground.

Hearing him say "return", Xie Lian was startled, and touched his neck, only then did he realize that the cursed shackle had disappeared.

Jun Wu smiled and said, "I was right. It took you less time to come back than I thought."

Xie Lian gradually came back to his senses and smiled, but it was a bitter smile.

After calming down, he said, "Emperor, I want to ask you a favor."

Jun Wu said: "Okay."

Xie Lian asked, “You don’t even ask me what it is?”

Jun Wu said: "Anyway, you will ask for gifts when you return to Xianjing, so just treat this as your return gift."

Xie Lian curled his lips, stood up, looked directly at Jun Wu, and said solemnly: "Then I will ask you to banish me to the mortal world again."

Hearing this, Jun Wu restrained his smile and asked, "Why is this?"

Xie Lian confessed, “I did something wrong. I was the one who started the second human-faced plague. Although the consequences don’t seem to be too serious.”

Because, it was just an unknown ghost that disappeared. And in this world, no one might care about such an unknown ghost, so it seems that the consequences are not that serious.

Jun Wu said slowly: "Knowing what is wrong, then you are already right."

Xie Lian shook his head and said, “Just knowing is not enough. If you do something wrong, you should be punished. However, for the mistake I made, the one who was punished in my place was…”

He raised his head and said, "So, as a punishment, I ask the Emperor to give me another curse, no, two. One to seal my magic power, and one to disperse my luck."

Jun Wu frowned slightly and said, "Dissipate all your luck? Then wouldn't you be extremely unlucky and really become a plague god?"

In the past, Xie Lian did care about being called the God of Plague and was very resistant, feeling greatly insulted, but now he no longer cared and said, “So be it, God of Plague. It’s all right as long as I know I’m not one.”

After he dispersed his own luck, it would naturally flow to other people who were too unfortunate. It could be considered as some compensation.

Jun Wu warned: "It will be very embarrassing."

Xie Lian said, “It’s embarrassing, so be it. To be honest, I feel… like I’m almost used to it.”

Although I don't want to get used to this kind of thing, but once I get used to it, it seems like I'm really immune to all poisons.

Jun Wu looked at him and said, "Xianle, you have to understand that without magic power, you are not a god."

Xie Lian sighed and said, “Emperor, I understand better than anyone else.”

After a pause, he said with a little annoyance and regret: "People say that I am a god, and I have magical powers. But in fact, I... am not the god they think I am, and I may not be invincible as they wish.

"Would a god fail like this? He wanted to protect his people, but they were left dead all over the ground; he wanted revenge, but he gave up at the last moment and failed. Bai Wuxiang was right about the 'failure'.

"If it's not, then it's not."

Jun Wu stared at him carefully for a long time and said, "Xianle has grown up."

These words should have been said by Xie Lian's elders. Unfortunately, his father, the emperor, and his mother never had the chance to say them.

After a moment, Jun Wu said, "Since this is the path you chose, then, fine. However, if I want you to be demoted to the mortal world, there must be a reason."

We can't just demote a priest as if it were a joke. What do we mean by going to heaven then?

Xie Lian had an idea. He said, “Emperor, it seems that we have never competed with all our strength before?”

Jun Wu immediately understood what he meant and said with a smile: "Xianle, I am injured."

Xie Lian said, “I am also injured, so this makes us even.”

Jun Wu nodded and said, "If that's the case, then I won't show mercy."

Xie Lian smiled slightly, his eyes flashing with eagerness to try, and said, “I can’t do it either.”

…

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has been demoted again.

After the second fierce heavenly tribulation, Xianle Prince Xie Lian returned to the heaven with a fierce momentum, punching and kicking, but he ascended for less than an incense stick of time before being beaten down by the Emperor Shenwu again. All the priests were confused, what on earth did this man want to do? ? ?

However, Xie Lian couldn't understand what the other priests were trying to do.

Is it really that curious? I watch him every day, pretending to be a human or an animal. I have been spying on him for a few days! Is it so good to see a grown man carrying bricks and plastering mud? ? ?

Just as I was wondering, the foreman behind me called out, "New guy, you, I'm talking to you! Work hard and don't be lazy!"

Xie Lian quickly sat up and answered loudly, “Oh!”

He responded by grabbing a broken palm-leaf fan and fanning himself wildly. In front of him, a small stove made of several bricks and stones was used to build a stove, on which a large pot of rice was cooking with a bang.

This was the construction site where he moved soil and mud. However, the bricks had already been moved. Not far away, two brand new temples had been completed. Now, his task was to cook. While he was cooking, working very hard, two carriages pulled in two tall statues of gods. While Xie Lian was absent-mindedly throwing things into the pot, he took the time to take a look.

The two statues were carried into two temples. People in the left temple cheered, "Hello, General Xuanzhen! General Xuanzhen is kind-hearted!"

Xie Lian was speechless.

To praise Mu Qing, the word "kind-hearted" is used. Are these believers serious? ? ?

However, they seemed to have good reasons. After all, as everyone knew, Mu Qing ascended to heaven because he cleared out all the stubborn remaining resentful spirits in the old imperial city of Xianle. It was not impossible to understand that he was kind-hearted. Anyway, all the people in the old imperial city were very grateful to him.

The people in the hall on the right also shouted, "Hello, General Juyang! General Juyang is so brave and invincible!"

Xie Lian nodded. He had no objection to this. However, it was not necessarily the same when it came to women.

The believers on both sides were shouting at each other with all their might, trying to drown out the other. Xie Lian’s ears were aching from the shouting. He sighed, rubbed his brows, and thought to himself, why bother?

If you hate each other so much, why don't you just not build the temple opposite the other side?

The answer is - of course not! Because this is the most popular and best feng shui site in the city. The followers of these two priests will certainly not give up such a fertile land just to avoid each other. Of course, they will steal each other's incense and disgust each other.

Soon, the believers on both sides of the back had gone from cursing to fighting. Xie Lian felt that the heat was almost right, so he knocked the pot lid with the spatula and shouted loudly, "Everyone, stop fighting! Come and eat!"

The fight was going on, who would care about him? Xie Lian shook his head and lifted the lid of the pot, the aroma wafting ten miles away. Now everyone stopped fighting and howled, “…Fuck…what’s that smell?!”

“Who’s cooking shit?!”

"Or is it the shit that tastes like rice crust?!"

Xie Lian explained, “What! This is a royal secret collection of dishes…”

The foreman covered his nose and came over to take a look. His face turned green and he jumped up and said, "What kind of top-secret treasure is this? What kind of royal family is this! You? Get out of here! Stop disgusting me!"

Xie Lian compromised and said, “Okay, you can go away, but please give me my wages first…”

The foreman said angrily, "How dare you ask for wages! Tell me! You! Since you came here! How much have I lost!!! Huh? When it rains, the thunder strikes nowhere but you! The house caught fire three times! And collapsed three times! You are simply a plague! And you dare to ask me for wages! Get out! If you do it again, I will beat you up!"

Xie Lian said, “You can’t say that. You said you were targeting me. But everyone else is fine. I think you want to shirk your responsibility?…” Before he finished speaking, the foreman and his fellow workers could no longer bear the smell coming from the pot, and they ran away like a whirlwind. Xie Lian said, “Wait?!”

Looking back, the two gangs that had been fighting had already been smoked away. Xie Lian was speechless and muttered to himself, "You're not going to eat it, but you asked me to cook such a big pot. Do you think you can just waste money if you have money?"

Shaking his head, he thought for a while, and filled two large bowls of rice. He put one bowl in the Juyang Hall as an offering, and the other bowl in the Xuanzhen Hall as an offering. He finally felt that he had made full use of the rice, so he clapped his hands together, feeling very satisfied.

He went outside to pack up his things, carefully rolled up the straw mat on the ground, tied it to the sword and put it on his back. He rubbed the white silk wrapped around his wrist twice, patted it, adjusted the bamboo hat on his head, and said, "Okay, if you don't want to pay, then don't pay. I'll go and perform."

After all, he also has a unique skill - breaking rocks with his chest!

After walking for a while, Xie Lian suddenly found a small red flower on the side of the road. It was very cute. He squatted down and gently touched its petals. He felt very happy and said to it, "I hope to see you again in the future."

When he walked a long way away, the little red flower was still swaying in the wind.