Chapter 64 God

is Dead It was the third year since the "God" was declared dead.

"Hey, don't hang out with the aliens anymore. Even though they are very weak, they will be contaminated!" In Qingshui City, at the seaside where almost no one came, a girl shouted at the black-haired boy with runes written all over his body in the distance.

"Why don't you stop? Come back quickly, it will be drowned!" But no matter how the girl shouted, the people in the distance surrounded by small aliens did not respond. She was really anxious, so she ignored her mother's previous instructions and swam step by step towards the sea where the child was. She

kept swimming until she realized that she had come too far and the child in front of her was gone, and then she woke up.

"What should I do? What should I do... Oh, mom said, breathe steadily and float up, right? No, no..."

The black-haired boy who was underwater at this time didn't notice her existence at all. He was still happily playing the game of chasing each other with the monsters. Almost a few hours had passed, and he didn't feel tired. Unfortunately, he was a little bored.

So he came out of the water and prepared to find something else to do on the shore.

Before he came out of the water, he saw a girl wearing thin clothes in the middle of winter floating over. They almost looked at each other, but the girl's face was dark purple and she was floating here face down.

He held the girl's stiff hand, and was puzzled to find that she didn't throw him away like the others, or run away screaming in fear. He opened his mouth wide, wondering if this was the friend those people were talking about.

So he held the girl's hand and swam all the way, through the deep sea, past the brown fish, and into another world in this world that is not seen by the world.

He pushed open the huge stone door that was full of vegetation and almost like a breeding ground, and held the girl's hand and floated in the waterless world behind the door, ignoring the people with gray faces working, and he went straight in.

"Ah, he's here again? The kid who's covered in curses."

"Yeah, he always ruins our schedule, ugh! Damn it, I don't have enough spots in hell here."

"You can put it here with me, I still have a few spots for the oil pot this month."

"Oh, then please, I'll go over there."

"Be quiet!" No was patrolling here, he was wearing a smart robe this time, and his previous incongruous look was almost gone, and when they saw him walking by, the crowd who had been whispering before lowered their heads and went to work.

Passing the office area, the boy continued to go down, and when he entered the second area, he considerately stuffed some seaweed into his and his friend's ears.

"It's very noisy, isn't it!" When passing by a group of thugs howling because of the oil pan and the knife mountain, he whispered to his friend, but unfortunately the girl didn't give him any response.

So he thought the girl was bored, and quickly crossed the dozen or so layers and arrived at the bridge. Cong Yue was distributing soups and medicines in boredom, watching these confused souls with washed memories cross the bridge and stay here for the last time.

"Good boy, come to your sister...you kid!" Cong Yue frowned the moment she saw what the boy was holding in his hand.

"Come with me." She took the two of them and came to the deepest part of this continent in one breath, which was also the place for the original body to cultivate.

Zhou Ye sat at the head of the room. Beside him was Siming, who was describing the progress of the construction of the continent that was shattered by the "gods", from the most basic collection of souls to classification and processing, as well as the reincarnation system.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you busy?" Seeing that it was Cong Yue, Siming asked almost subconsciously, with his hands spread out to intentionally cover his body behind him.

"Look at what he has done!" Cong Yue had no time to argue with him now, and pushed the No. 4 vest with the girl in front of him.

"Let me see." Zhou Ye sat on the edge of the chair and pushed Siming's robe that blocked his view. He saw that it was a girl who had died a long time ago, and her limbs were still somewhat contaminated.

"It's okay." He raised his hand, took the girl from the boy who now had a face full of repentance, and gently touched her forehead with his hand.

The girl opened her eyes again and found her mother in front of her with a panicked face.

"Are you okay?! Belle, my baby, you scared me to death."

Behind her mother were people from the village. Her father stood in the front row, his brows relaxed and his lips pale. When he saw her come back, he came over to hug his wife who was crying because of his worry.

"I'm fine." Belle touched her clothes, which were dry. "I'm sorry, Mom. I shouldn't have fallen asleep outside."

"You..." Knowing that the child was fine, Belle's mother did not blame her any more. A soft and warm look came out from her wrinkled eyes: "Let's go back and drink some hot soup to warm our bodies."

"Okay." Belle was held by her mother's hand, and her mother held her father's hand, and the family set out on the way back.

"Huh?" Feeling a little itchy, Belle scratched her ears, "Where did the seaweed come from?"

!

She suddenly widened her eyes and looked back, but there was only a sea with waves.