Chapter 352 Monster Hospital (Fifty-one)
Thunder and lightning cut through the sky, illuminating the entire turbulent land. In the eyes of ordinary people, thunder and lightning were just a sign of timely rain, but in the eyes of Nanhuan and Beixi, they could clearly see that the thunder and lightning were not formed naturally, but seemed to be rushing towards the sound just now.
As the thunder and lightning fell, the scene in front of the two people was zoomed in. On the battlefield littered with corpses, stood a scarred man. His tattered armor was dripping with blood and was torn into pieces. He had fallen to his knees on the ground due to exhaustion. Perhaps he was extremely tired, or perhaps he had become numb in the face of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, so he uttered such a sigh.
Thunder and lightning rumbled in the air. The first few strikes all landed not far from the other party, as if to warn and threaten him. However, the man did not seem to notice these. He seemed to think that he must have hit some sore spots, which caused these disasters. He even seemed to have given up and did not want to struggle anymore.
So he didn't stop talking immediately, but became even more aggressive, "Is it wrong to say that heaven is unfair?"
His voice was filled with despair. "If there really is a way of heaven, then you should open your eyes and look at this world. There are thousands of starving people and endless wars. It is worse than hell on earth."
There were several more fierce lightning bolts, and his figure was illuminated. Nan Huan and Bei Xi frowned unconsciously, but before they could react, the entire ground seemed to begin to tremble because of the man's words, as if something was awakened. However, the thunder nearby did not weaken and was still getting closer and closer.
The ground was shaking violently, with the frequency increasing from low to high, and finally stopped abruptly at a critical point. At the same time, under the halo of thunder and lightning, Nan Huan and Bei Xi both saw that something seemed to be rising from the vast earth. It was not a real object, but more like a phantom, glowing with golden light.
However, no matter whether it was the civilians caught in the war or those struggling on the line between life and death, they could not see the scene in front of them. Only Nan Huan and Bei Xi could see and hear it.
And those thunders, after pausing for a few seconds due to the creation of the phantom, fell directly on the man. The shattered armor finally fell into the blood, and the voice questioning the way of heaven also disappeared.
But the thunder never disappeared, and it even got more and more intense, lighting up the sky in unison. It didn't seem like it was going to hurt anyone, but rather like it was celebrating something.
"Who are you?" After a while, when the welcoming thunder and lightning sound weakened a little, an ethereal voice sounded from the land of Shenzhou. Her voice was immature and ignorant, but her pronunciation was still clear. After she said this, she seemed to think of another very important question, "Who am I?"
Not to mention that the phantom slowly gathered into a human form in the thunder and lightning, which made Nan Huan and Bei Xi show surprised expressions at the same time, just the familiar voice of the other party made them realize something immediately. It was a face exactly like Nan Huan, and the same figure.
To be precise, it might be Nan Huan's original appearance, but because of the golden light surrounding her body, she looked a bit more holy and fairy-like. Although her eyes were always on the man who was struck to death, her questioning tone was directed to the thunder in the sky.
After Lei Dian expressed his congratulations, an ancient voice came from a distant place, "I am Tian Dao, and you are the last god in this world. I didn't expect that you would have the opportunity to be born again. This can be regarded as God's will."
Although Nan Huan and Bei Xi had already made some guesses about the identities of the two before entering the final ultimate copy, their faces were still very ugly when they heard this.
Especially Nan Huan. In fact, ever since the golden shadow rose from the earth, she had felt the resonance from the depths of her soul. She knew that what she saw now was not a shadow created by the game copy, but something that really happened in the past. The only difference was that she always felt that the connection between herself and the shadow was a little too empty, as if she had lost something. When she didn't notice, one of her hands had already touched her left chest.
After the surprise flashed across Bei Xi's face, she was more concerned about the figure that had fallen down. It took her less than a second to determine that the person had nothing to do with her, but was inextricably linked to another person. After all, when she saw the other person's figure clearly through the lightning, she felt that the figure was very familiar.
When ordinary people first hear the words “I am the Heavenly Dao, you are the God”, they will feel that they have met a liar. However, in the face of real facts and countless thunder and lightning, it seems self-evident that the golden figure did not have any doubts about what the Heavenly Dao said, and even quickly accepted his own identity.
Turning to look at the fallen charred body, "Why did you kill him? Was it because he told the truth?"
The golden figure looked at the fallen man and said in a straightforward voice, "There was a flood in his family. Countless people were drowned. Their homes were destroyed. In order to find a place to survive, they had no choice but to take up arms and fight to the north. The way of heaven is indeed unfair. They just want to survive."
In fact, the feeling Nan Huan gave Bei Xi was very different in the past. Although they both had the same face and figure, Bei Xi could feel the divinity from the other person that was indistinguishable from the ordinary people even from such a distance. Even though she said that she cared about the people and looked at the corpse that had just been struck to death by the Heavenly Dao, both her eyes and her words revealed a coldness.
It was as if she knew that the chaos in the world and the people's suffering were bad things, but these things were still insignificant in her eyes. She just mentioned it casually and didn't take it to heart, nor was she troubled by it. Even though she felt that Tiandao's approach was wrong, her tone was still very calm.
"The Way of Heaven is the Way of Heaven. Everything has its own cause and effect cycle and principles. He hated the Way of Heaven, and this is his end."
Thunder and lightning struck, and the voice of Tiandao sounded again. Tiandao did not quibble in response to the accusations of the gods, and even his tone was as calm as before, as if it was not him who had just killed the other person with thunder. He did not feel offended by the gods' different opinions from his own, nor did he feel that the gods were superior.
"I don't think he should have such an ending," the god looked at the corpse, then raised his head to look at the thousands of feet of water rising from the flood site not far ahead, "The people here should not have to wait for death either. Since I am the last god, the meaning of my existence is to save these people, isn't it?"
She did not regard Tiandao as the same as herself. She had her own thoughts, innate abilities and feelings about the world. However, she did not seem to understand the world well enough and did not quite understand the meaning of her own existence.
Tiandao threw several more thunders, speaking in a neutral tone, "You are a god, and all your actions are decided by yourself, but you must remember that Tiandao has its own methods and principles."
After two more ambiguous sentences, the Heavenly Dao disappeared with its own thunder. Heavy rain suddenly fell on the originally peaceful land, and the flood gradually worsened, as if a torrential rain was about to fall.
The god did not ask any more questions, but walked up to the charred corpse first, stretched out his hand, and saw a golden light emanating from her body and immersing into the charred corpse.
But in just a few seconds, the charred corpse, as if stimulated by something, took off the burnt parts of its body like taking off clothes, and turned back into an intact warrior. The armor on his body was fastened firmly on his body again, and there was no trace of blood. Only a black burnt mark remained on his left forearm.
Then more light emanated from the body of the god, leaping and flying in all directions. The heavy rain stopped abruptly as if a pause had been pressed.
The thousand-foot-high water curtain not far away seemed to be dissolved by a huge force. The water level dropped a lot, revealing the flooded houses along the coast in a mess, as well as the corpses that were previously swept into the water.
Then, time seemed to flow backwards, the houses gradually regained their original colors, the blood on the battlefield disappeared without a trace as if it had evaporated, the drowned corpses and the dead soldiers all seemed to have been reborn, and under the golden light, they returned to their original appearance.
Even on the barren land, flowers bloomed and fruits were produced, as if spring had returned to the earth overnight and the garden was filled with the fragrance of pears.
The mountains were gradually replaced by green, the farmlands were covered with crops, the hungry babies stopped crying, and the mother who was waiting for her son to return at the door finally saw the triumphant soldiers.
"She gave the world new life without even moving a finger. Such power is terrifying."
Nan Huan knew that this was her past self, but this did not prevent her from looking at such issues from a third-party perspective. After all, such power was too terrifying. If she could do whatever she wanted in the beginning, why would she end up in this situation now? Especially what Tiandao had just said always made her feel uneasy.
"If I were you, with so much power, I would make the same choice as you when faced with these scenes," Bei Xi said straightforwardly, "and I believe that if these people knew the truth, they would be very grateful to you. After all, you gave them a new life."
Bei Xi knew what Nan Huan was worried about, but she also knew very well that this was something that had already happened in the past. No matter how much Nan Huan blamed himself, he could not change his behavior. What's more, Bei Xi didn't think there was anything wrong with this choice at all, because if it were her, she would do the same.
After saying that, she did not forget to squeeze the other person's hand. Bei Xi discovered that in this space, although they had no way to interfere with the past scenes, nor could they choose the scenes they wanted to see, they could control the distance to get closer to these scenes.
However, after the gods did all this and allowed the land of China to welcome another rising sun, everything before their eyes began to become unreal. The picture seemed to be accelerated, and time flowed forward at an accelerated speed. The blocks on the map turned green and then yellow. I don’t know how long it took before it slowed down again.
During this period, the gods seemed to have been active on this land, meeting different people and helping different people. It was just not known whether the time had not come yet or the system wanted them to see some special scenes, so the time was accelerated and the rest of the time had been omitted. The scene once again focused on a house.
The man, wearing armor, bid farewell to his tearful wife and infant child. It was unknown how much time had passed, because Nan Huan and Bei Xi could no longer see any familiar features on the man's face, but the burn marks on his arm were still very obvious.
I just don't know why after so many years, he still put on the armor again.
The scene changed and the two armies were fighting. After so many years, the strength of both sides had increased, the armies had become much more disciplined, and the soldiers fighting no longer looked like they were fighting for their homes.
"Kill!" shouts came from the battlefield, "Kill them, and the gold mine will be ours. We don't have to live that hard life of relying on the sea for food anymore, we can live a better life..."
"Kill!" The enemy's flag-waving sound followed closely. "If we lose today, our women will become other people's women, and our wealth will become other people's wealth. Are you willing?"
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The heroes on the battlefield were fighting not to live well or to achieve great things, but to pursue more.
It is unknown how long this battle lasted. The two armies were equally strong and neither side wanted to give in. There were fewer and fewer people on the battlefield and the smell of blood was getting heavier. Until both sides were defeated and corpses were everywhere, the gods appeared again.
But this time she did not mobilize her own strength. She just stood far away and watched the figure on the warhorse slowly fall down after being stabbed.
It seemed that she appeared here again just to watch the other person leave.
Crash——
A muffled thunder sounded in the distance. The voice of the Heavenly Dao sounded again after such a long time. "You see, after so many years, he still died on this land. But who still remembers that more than ten years ago, he saved his life here? He could have lived like this by guarding his own little home, but he could not stand the temptation. For the sake of the distant reward, he coveted the gold mines and took the initiative to join the army. In the end, he died here. This is the Heavenly Dao. You can never save him."
"It's the same with humans. If they weren't greedy and didn't fight, there wouldn't be wars, no one would die, no people would be displaced, and there wouldn't be corpses everywhere. You saved him and gave him a wife, children, and things to worry about and desires. Now that you're dead, his wife and children won't be able to hold on for much longer. This is the end that Heaven has given him."
There was not much compassion in the eyes of the deity. Perhaps after all these years, she still did not understand the emotion of compassion. She did not even feel that her efforts were in vain because of the outcome given by Heaven. She just did not understand, "Does Heaven know everything about a person when he is born? Then what is the meaning of birth, what is the meaning of struggle?"
Her questioning remained calm, as if she just didn't understand: if after so many years, the other party still couldn't escape such an ending, was this the so-called will of heaven?
But all she got in response was a few muffled thunders and the lightning disappeared from the sky. Heaven did not give her an answer. Maybe it was impossible, or maybe she had to figure it out on her own.
"I hate such a predetermined ending, and I hate such useless work," Nan Huan expressed her current opinion with some disgust. From her and Bei Xi's perspective, they could also see the man's wife leaning on the door frame, holding her child, waiting for her husband to come home day after day, year after year.
On the other side of the battlefield, the gold mines were filled with enslaved Pingku people. The soldiers who died on the battlefield and those who made great achievements could not get any of the gold. All the gold went into the pockets of those who gave orders.
"No, it's not in vain," Bei Xi patted the back of Nan Huan's hand soothingly, "At least he had a happy life with his wife and son. Even if it wasn't a good ending, he was forced to go to the battlefield last time, but this time he was willing to do it for the future of his wife and children. He wanted to take the risk. If there are only these two endings for me, I will definitely choose the second one."
In fact, Nan Huan also knew that what Bei Xi said was right, but because of the choices she made in the past, she could not remain rational in this situation. The terrible thing is not that a person has no ability, but that you have the ability to save, but find that in the end you still can't save anyone. She doesn't like this fateful ending, and even hates it.
But for those scenes in the past, coming here was just an appetizer. After the gods left, everything in front of them accelerated, and the world changed dramatically until the two of them landed outside a house that looked very luxurious.
The sounds of hurried footsteps and quarreling soon reached the ears of the two people. Inside the mansion, in this quiet late night, there was no peace at all.
"Madam, madam, the slave is about to give birth, the master has already gone to ask for a doctor..."
"Master, Master, Madam Qinglian's fetus is in an abnormal position. The doctor told you to prepare for the worst. He also asked if something really went wrong, should you save the mother or..."
"Of course it's Bao Xiao, and what about Madam Qinglian? She's just a maid."
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Late at night in the large mansion, outside a simple house, the footsteps of maids and midwives coming in and out could be heard one after another, while in several luxurious houses in the backyard the laughter and vicious curses never stopped.
But the anxious emotions and the happy emotions seemed to be separated by the pavilions and terraces of the big mansion. Even if they lived in the same house, some people were noble in themselves, while others, even if they had achieved fame, their lives were not as valuable as the weeds on the roadside.
Until a cry resounded throughout the house, but this cry was not only the instinct of birth, but also a cry of mourning for the mother.
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