Chapter 210 God's Descent 01
Giant trees stand in the wilderness.
The treetops extended far into the distance, sinking into the sky with the clouds. The width of the tree trunk was so wide that even a giant could hardly hug it. Such a huge tree stood in an uninhabited wilderness, with its vast shade falling on the ground, and a few sleeping people lying in its shadow.
If you stand in the tree canopy and look into the distance, you can see thin red blood vessels flowing from all directions.
The giant tree seemed to grow in the very center of heaven and earth.
“Uh…”
Tong Mian was the first to wake up. As soon as he opened his eyes, stars appeared. He barely held on to something and climbed up with difficulty, looking around.
Leng Wenhan, Mo Zhixian... were lying not far away.
They also woke up slowly, and their condition seemed to be much better than when they were sleeping.
Tong Mian felt extremely exhausted after watching for a while, and he broke out in a sweat. He grabbed hold of something before falling down. This time he opened his eyes and found that the thing that saved him twice was actually a fat python-like tree root.
root……
He looked up and saw the treetops stretching for thousands of miles, covering the sky above in darkness.
"Oh my god..." He couldn't believe his eyes.
"Am I going to die?"
"You are not going to die." A familiar voice that should never appear here sounded. Tong Mian was horrified and turned around. "Uncle?! Why are you here?"
Vice President Tong was sitting in a wheelchair, leaning back with his head tilted back, also looking at this rare giant tree. A thick layer of fallen leaves had accumulated on his body, and it seemed that he had been waiting here in this position for a long time.
"This is Jianmu." He said in a trance, "You should all come and take a look. Not everyone has the opportunity to see... ahem... see Jianmu..."
Leng Wenhan and Mo Zhixian came over, and Vice Dean Tong looked at them gently, "I know you have a lot to ask me, but now is not the time. Zhixian, push me over. Go under the tree."
Mo Zhixian responded, and the three students followed their teacher, following the ruts left by the wheelchair, crossing one huge and silent tree root after another, and finally arrived under the tree.
There is not a single root or fallen leaves under the tree. It is extremely clean and has a holy atmosphere.
The ground was verdant, like jade. Even in the square of their academy, there was not a single piece of this kind of spotless jade, but now it was paved everywhere.
They all saw the two people and one ghost lying on the Jade Square.
Jiang Yuelu and Xia Yi, one person and one ghost, were inseparable. They held hands and lay under the tree, the shade of the tree gently draped over them, and they looked like they were asleep.
Opposite them, there was also a person lying.
Tong Mian couldn't believe his eyes again, "Dean Kong?!"
Vice Dean Tong said helplessly: "Originally... it should have been Lao Kong who went, but I really couldn't separate the two of them, so I could only let Lao Kong lie next to them."
From this perspective, Kong Zhuning really does seem out of place, like an outsider breaking into their world of two.
Mo Zhixian had no idea what these two people and one ghost were going to do, even though he had read so many books.
Tong Mian whispered, "Uncle, what are they going to do?"
"It's not them, it's Jiang Yuelu."
Vice Dean Tong: "Do you think this is something I should do? All of this is no longer under our control." When he saw the Wusang flower blooming on Jiang Yuelu's body, he knew that he didn't have to do anything.
Their "God" had been planning this for a long time and was determined to get Jiang Yuelu's body today.
As the dean of the school, Kong Zhuning had to get to the bottom of this matter.
A few hours ago, they followed the great changes in the world, the weeping people and the flowing blood river to this tree. Kong Zhuning asked him a question, "I don't understand what He wants to do anymore... Can you understand?"
He didn't understand either, so he didn't answer.
Kong Zhuning was exhausted both physically and mentally. "I want to find out why He did the first thing to destroy the world after waking up from his deep sleep. I want to find out. Otherwise, I won't be able to rest in peace even if I die."
Vice President Tong remained silent, he knew that Kong Zhuning was ready to sacrifice himself.
No one could survive after seeing Him, after all, He was a god above all others. Even they would die soon after understanding the oracle, which was why wizards could not live long and could easily go crazy.
That wisp of "divine thought" could communicate with them like a human being because it was not pure. It only represented a wisp of the spirit of the gods, a hint of light red in the huge lotus.
He pulled himself out of his memories and looked at the three young students again.
"Do you see those surging blood vessels in the distance? Those are the blood of people sacrificed from all over the world to feed this huge magic circle under our feet."
As wizards, they understand the meaning of magic circles best and know the importance of the word sacrifice.
The faces of the three men changed.
"What is this magic circle used for..."
"To wake you up."
He was no longer sure what it could awaken.
The only thing they knew was that the one awakened by such an evil sacrificial array was definitely not their god.
"Now, it all depends on whether Jiang Yuelu can withstand Shensi's final blow. As long as he is determined, everything will turn around..." Tong Mian looked at his uncle's face and knew that he didn't have a 100% chance of winning, not even 3 or 4 points. But he and Jiang Yuelu had been through so much, so he still had some filters for Jiang Yuelu.
"It's okay, uncle. He's very capable. Hasn't he managed to escape danger many times? He survived in Shuren Girls' High School and Linya City..."
Leng Wenhan suddenly asked: "Why is it him?"
Vice President Tong: "It has always been him. It can only be him."
"You all think that he just came to the academy this year, but that's not true. He has been here for a very long time... He is even older than me."
Tong Mian was stunned. "Jiang Yuelu is this big? That's not right, but I've never seen him before. Where is he in the academy? Which family is he from?"
Vice Dean Tong shook his head and said, "He is in the examination room."
"examination room?"
"Everyone knows that I designed the examination room. In fact, I just made some new attempts based on what our ancestors left behind. These examination rooms are all from thousands of worlds. In order to save Jiang Yuelu's life, we had to hide him in a world."
Vice Dean Tong was talking absentmindedly. Tong Mian wanted to continue asking, but was stopped by Leng Wenhan and Mo Zhixian. Their faces turned very ugly and they motioned Tong Mian to look into Vice Dean Tong's eyes. Leng Wenhan said, "He's not talking to us."
He was clearly in front of them, but he wasn't talking to them.
Tong Mian looked at his uncle and found that his eyes were indeed scattered. He was not looking at the outside world, but seemed to be talking to someone inside his body. He had seen this state before on crazy wizards. His eyes suddenly turned red, "My uncle... Although his health has never been very good, he has never been like this..."
Tong Mian was almost knocked down by fear, and the series of events that happened brought him to the brink of collapse.
Vice President Tong was still talking loudly, tears and blood flowing from his eyes and nose, falling on the fallen leaves beside the wheelchair.
"In order to nourish his soul, we had to tailor a new world for him to grow up in... In that world, he grew up in an orphanage and was later adopted. He met three children and recognized them as his brothers and sisters..."
"Uncle! Stop talking - stop talking!" Tong Mian knelt down beside the wheelchair, begging the young man.
But he ignored it, bleeding from all seven orifices but smiling, looking like an evil demon. Tong Mian never thought that one day he would be afraid to look at his uncle, afraid to hear him speak.
"We must save Jiang Yuelu's life." He said with a smile, and Tong Mian cried out.
To save Jiang Yuelu’s life.
The way this sentence was said was completely different from the previous one. Leng Wenhan and Mo Zhixian could both tell that it sounded very much like an oracle. An oracle is a command given to a wizard.
Is it God's order to save Jiang Yuelu's life?
These words also shocked Leng Wenhan. He had heard from Jiang Yuelu that he grew up in an orphanage, but in Jiang Yuelu's eyes, this was his own life. He valued his brothers and sisters so much... Were these actually arranged by humans?
If Jiang Yuelu knew...how horrible would that be?
Mo Zhixian murmured, "If he wanted to accomplish so many things, he must have started planning long ago. You said he lived longer than you, Vice Dean Tong, so when did he die?"
Vice President Tong curled his lips into an evil smile.
At this moment, this kind of smile almost gripped the hearts of the three people, making them unable to move.
He whispered, "He almost lost his soul on that Ghost Festival."
After he finished speaking, his body froze strangely for a moment, and then a tragic white flower bloomed from his neck. The dense petals exploded on his thin body one after another, and in an instant, the young vice-president who had brought countless benefits to the college turned into a pool of blood.
Blood was dripping from the wheelchair.
Tong Mian's eyelashes were still stained with his uncle's blood. His breathing stopped and he blinked unconsciously. Thick blood flowed down his cheeks like tears.
"Uncle...Uncle..." He stretched out his hand with great effort. Now there was only a blood-stained white flower left on the wheelchair, but the moment he touched it, the white flower withered and turned into powder, and he didn't catch anything.
Now there is nothing left on the wheelchair.
…
"Uncle, can you give me this wheelchair in the future?" little Tong Mian asked, looking up.
"What do you need a wheelchair for? Your legs and feet are still fine." Vice President Tong said softly.
"But won't our family always end up like this? I will also have difficulty walking and will be prone to illness. When that time comes, I will use your wheelchair, uncle. The things you make are always the best!"
Listening to his nephew's happy voice, Vice President Tong smiled bitterly.
When will the curse of their clan be broken? He hoped that even if Tong Mian did not have excellent synaesthesia, he could just be an ordinary person and live a safe and healthy life. That would be great.
He whispered: "Perhaps this curse will be broken on me..."
"Uncle, do you agree or not?"
He shook his head. “Maybe you will meet someone in the future who can cure your illness. Just like our ancestor cured the first person and brought good luck to our family. Tongmian, this person will also bring good luck to you and us. By that time, you won’t have to use your uncle’s wheelchair anymore.”
"You will be full of energy and grow up healthy..."
"You don't have to end up like your uncle."
…
Uncle, you are right.
I did meet that person, and that person made me feel the feeling of flying with just a scale.
Shouldn't my good luck start from now on as you said?
Why...would you...
“Aaaaaaaaaa——!!”
Amid the vast expanse of land, a terrible cry was heard. This cry was soon drowned out by the crown of the giant tree.
The shade of the trees still falls on the ground.
Shining on the awake people, the crying people, and the sleeping people holding hands.
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Jiang Yuelu opened her eyes.
It was the first time he had slept so well since the fire.
Once a person is refreshed, he will be in a better mood. So he stayed in bed for a while longer, relaxing his mind, thinking about nothing, just lying there and letting his mind wander.
Before he fell asleep... he seemed to have witnessed some disaster.
"Hiss..." Jiang Yuelu's head ached. He felt that this was a punishment from God. Didn't he say that he should not think about anything and just lie down here and rest? Why did he have to think about those things? What did those things have to do with him?
He stared at the ceiling and became empty again.
Huh.
The color of this ceiling seems familiar?
There was no dust or suspicious mold at the junction of the ceiling and the wall. Unlike the moldy room he had lived in in the orphanage, the ceiling here was clean and high-end.
He couldn't help but think of the Yan family who adopted him.
The Yan family is very rich, and their house is also very high-end. When Jiang Yuelu came in for the first time, she had to change her dirty shoes and socks and put on clean slippers before entering the living room.
He actually didn't care whether they thought highly of him or not.
They died in the fire, and he wasn't very sad.
Maybe, like others said, he was a cold-blooded person. But was he really heartless? He was not without feelings for the Yan family, otherwise he would not have spent several years looking for the three siblings of the Yan family... He only cared about the Yan family's parents, relatives, and servants...
He didn't care how these people treated him. He didn't care whether they were dead or alive.
Because... because they...
Jiang Yuelu tried hard to recall, but found that he could not remember the faces of these people. They were all blurred, sitting in that familiar house, staring at him.
He felt like he was going crazy.
"Boom boom boom."
There was a knock on the door, and Jiang Yuelu looked at the door for the first time. As the whole house came into view, he finally remembered where this familiar feeling came from.
This is the Yan family.
This was the room he once lived in.
Jiang Yuelu turned over and sat on the bed to think for a while, but found that he couldn't figure it out.
He didn't know why he was here and why there was a knock on the door. He couldn't figure it out.
But he was sure of one thing: the dead could never come back.
So the person who was knocking on the door and asking in a lucid tone must not be his youngest sister, "Brother, are you awake? I'm coming in, okay?"
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