The ancient land had cracks, and the dead crawled out of the cracks, and the burned ashes turned into gray dead bones again, which brought their blood relatives one nightmare after another.

Under the care of the ancient God of Death, when the disaster reaches its sixth climax, the cycle of life and death is reversed... Those victims who thought death was the end were forced to stand up again and enjoy this terrible disaster again.

Some corpses have not lost all their memories and souls. They rushed towards their relatives and friends with blood and tears, pulling them into hell together... This guidance from blood and soul makes all hidden means lose their effect, and the final survivors are dragged out in despair.

"......It's uncomfortable, senior, why do you do, why do you want me to see these?"

"Oh, due to a little accident, some survivors' soul memories were repeatedly broadcasting in my head. The Spirit Clan and the Sword Lord could share the memories, but they were lost if they were accidentally."

".........Senior, you really don't know that emotions will be shared? Your lies are too unprofessional. If you take a step back, why is the only one of the spiritual races shared? Logically speaking, the link between us is the weakest. This special treatment may only be intentional. Why do you want me to see these?"

He kicked away the body of the ghost clan that blocked the road, pulled out a long silver sword from its wreckage, and then thrust and shook it. Countless silver thin lines returned to the hilt, and Zheng Li sighed.

This is indeed a good knife, with extremely strong functionality and combat performance. No wonder Gui Ying is used as the main weapon for a long time, but she doesn't look very smart.

He was a little helpless. He had been playing the movie for you for so long, why couldn't this guy realize it? He had to explain it clearly by himself? Some things that were not done by himself, and the effect would be much worse.

"Shiyu, what do you think of revenge?"

"Revenge? I don't know why you asked this. Isn't this a matter of course? The murderer dies, and the wounded others punished. The original prototype of all laws is the revenge of blood relatives and reciprocity. In a long history, it has been regarded as a natural justice... But due to the improvement of social organizations, private revenge has become a just judgment, and it is also to avoid the abuse of revenge."

Zheng Li nodded silently. This civil servant has solid basic skills and is truly worthy of being the number one scholar in the secretarial department... But perhaps it is this overly rational intellectual thinking mode that limits her feelings.

"Yes, revenge is actually a derivative of justice. People will recognize its correctness in their hearts because it has a certain natural justice... But if some sins have not been judged, the victims have only been left with broken souls and unfortunate memories, and their relatives and friends are chased and expelled..."

"What you are talking about is the tragedy of the old Binning City?"

"Yes, the law can replace the 'revenge of natural justice' because the trial of the law is more efficient and fair. It completes the justice of revenge, takes away the cornerstone of the justice of blood revenge, and makes it lose its meaning of continuing existence... and if the murderer is too strong, the law cannot impose sanctions..."

Zheng Li pointed in front of him, killing the blackmailer with good eyes and brains but not very good. They have returned to the main street of the ghost town. At the exit of the alley is a meat stall, the most common "snack shop" here.

The ghost tribes like to eat meat, and they are all raw and cooked, but it is best to be fresh...

"vomit....."

A strong sense of vomiting was transmitted from the spiritual race. Even though it was not the first time I saw it, Lin Shiyu still couldn't get used to this kind of scene.

The vendors chopped up the meat and bones, and there were "commodities" for sale on the shelf next to them. In order to sell at a good price, some of the commodities are still alive... If they are forced to parasitize by ghost cells, they can't even die, and they can only watch their limbs be sold gradually and are still alive.

“…let me die…”

The faint sound of dying caused laughter from the "peedies" on the street. The ghost tribe also ran over and gestured with a knife and placed it on his neck... In the end, under the expectation of the "commodity", he bought nothing.

Then, there was another burst of laughter.

Playing with prey seems to be the most effective way to entertain in their barren spiritual civilization.

Zheng Li also smiled, just like his terrifying ghost appearance now. No matter from that perspective, he is now a powerful ghost... but the things he laughs at are probably not the same as them.

"How to sell this rabbit? My second dragon gang is here..."

"This is a top tribute to the Ghost King. Can you afford it? Stupid, get out of here."

Zheng Li slapped him directly, and the ghost clan fell to the ground and stood up cursingly, but he didn't dare to look at Zheng Li, so he ran away with his head down.

This time, there was no laughter... Perhaps other low-level evil ghosts were also worried about annoying this high-level ghost clan who seemed to be difficult to deal with.

It seems that after a lot of experience, Zheng Li is also very good at the hidden work of the ghost clan.

At this time, Zheng Li walked in this town one by one.

Lin Qiaoyi, a little foal with ghost horns, was not suspected. She looked like a newborn ghost clan in all aspects, and she had a relatively high-quality breed. She lowered her head and was a little silent along the way, as if she was scared.

In a sense, although the two sisters of the Lin family are born with strong fighting, they do lack practical experience and experience and need further polishing... It seems unrealistic to have their elder sister.

And her sword master is now tied to the horse's back, with scarves wrapped around her arms and stockings stuffed in her mouth. She can't move at all, so she can only complain.

"Hold on, there are few foreign tribes in the ghost towns. You look like a herbivore, and I can't hide it if you jump around."

Zheng Li patted it gently, but it caused the "tribute" to resist even more fiercely... The place he photographed was the long ears of the "tribute", and the "restful meat" logo hung on it was full of evil taste.

As he said that, Zheng Li looked at the wooden tower in front of him. It was a super tower that seemed to collapse naturally, and it was also his team's target - General Tower of the Soul Box.

Zheng Li turned his attention back to Lin Shiyu, and he hoped that she could figure it out as soon as possible.

"Back to the point, the city of Pingnin in history is even worse than it is now. You can guess what happened in hundreds and thousands of years after this, but no law can punish it. The souls of the victims are still wailing, and the descendants of the victims live more miserable than their ancestors..."

Zheng Li said cruel words, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Some things were done by God, and it would be settled sooner or later.

Maybe now, it's just "sooner or later".

"...In fact, similar things are happening in human history. The evildoers are not punished, and the victims cannot complete their revenge in the end. At this time, humans expect that there is something, or an existence, that will allow the judgment that should be made, and that justice will be carried out, and that the perpetrators will get what they should have."

Before getting that treasure, Zheng Li couldn't see clearly what the prophet was doing, even if everything happened under his nose.

But now, he understands, he really understands it.

Dreams are not just one layer. They are often connected to each other and are nesting dolls... The dreams here are three levels of worlds.

External dreams are everything you have experienced, and this is a historical dream in the past.

What captures the soul of autumn celebrations is the real dream constructed by countless prophet souls.

The most core point is indeed the cradle of the two dreams outside... This seemingly tedious process is indeed the cradle of incubation of new life, and the creation method of filtering and purifying the subconscious of the group.

External dreams are very important? His greatest role is to reproduce the tragedy of that year, let countless prophet souls recall the real tragedy of that year, and to activate their hatred for foreign enemies, their desire for revenge, and their dream of revival of mankind.

The essence of the two upper layers falls into the lowest level, and the hatred, desire and dreams that have been screened gather together to bring all consciousness together, and eventually become the cradle of the "rebirth God of Revenge".

In this world, consciousness is power. When countless souls burn everything about themselves and desire revenge... Then, revenge will really come.

Zheng Li smiled, as if saying something irrelevant.

"In the ancient mythological history, there will always be felony and evildoers who are no one to judge. The three goddesses of revenge who are called by the victims will complete revenge on their behalf. They will track them, kill them, torture them, and complete revenge that the victims cannot do."

Time stagnated again at a moment. Zheng Li glanced at the invisible and shadowy spirit around him and made a random move, allowing the unfortunate to return to the dust.

"Although this myth sounds a bit terrible, it is indeed a desire from the heart of mankind, a desire for justice, a desire for goodness, and a desire for justice to be executed. If mortals cannot do it, then let existence beyond mortals do it."

He paused for a moment and asked a question instead of the "survivors".
Chapter completed!