Chapter 164 A History that Never Fades (35)

The setting sun was like blood, and everything was quiet.

Sitting in front of the burning sect, Liu Xiaoqiang recalled the experience just now, and it felt like a dream.

The newly created character had no cultivation method, and his strength was the same as that of a mortal. In the eyes of those demon monks, he was like a pig or a dog, and could be killed at will.

But this is a game, there is no pain. You can be resurrected after death, and you can be reborn infinitely.

And the players were also killed ruthlessly, rushing towards the demon monks regardless of everything, and even killed an unlucky Qi-refining disciple after paying a huge number of casualties.

However, the price they paid was tragic.

Although it was filled with human lives, Shennong Valley was also destroyed by 90%.

There were broken walls and ruins everywhere. If the players' bodies had not disappeared automatically, it would have been even more tragic.

The bodies disappeared, but the bloodstains left here would remain for a while, which made the ground of the sect completely stained with blood, and the soil of the farmland was stained red.

Almost all resources were looted, the sect warehouse was empty, farmland and forests were burning, and the resources accumulated by previous generations were gone.

At this moment, Liu Xiaoqiang knew what it meant to be heartbroken and what it meant to be worse than death.

The players who came back walked here like zombies, but they still dutifully restored the production facilities here, put out the fire and rescued the available resources.

And Liu Xiaoqiang now had one thing to confirm.

That was Huang Xiaoling's life and death.

This was the first and only non-player character they had seen.

Every player got her guidance when they just entered the game, and they would get her help from time to time.

Her optimism, her open-mindedness, and her actions of standing up to protect everyone were deeply imprinted in everyone's heart, making the disciples of the Wanfa Sect constantly pray that she would be fine.

In the chat channel, rumors about Huang Xiaoling were flying all over the sky, but none of them were reliable.

Actively searching nearby, Liu Xiaoqiang came to the foot of the nearby mountain and suddenly heard a familiar bell sound.

He rushed over and saw Huang Xiaoling, whose legs were cut off, leaning against the stone under the broken wall, raising her left hand and shaking the bell on her wrist.

[Senior sister! ]

Immediately notify others to come to the rescue, Liu Xiaoqiang rushed over and said to Huang Xiaoling: [Senior sister, we are here, you hold on! ]

[Are you a passerby? Sorry, my eyes are burned and I didn’t recognize you, cough cough. ]

[Senior sister, don’t talk, others are coming soon! ]

[I can’t do it anymore, I know my situation best, and I can’t be saved at this point. Damn, I thought I could see the rise of Shennong Valley, but I can only rest here. ]

[Senior sister...]

At this time, Liu Xiaoqiang was full of resentment.

Hated those demon cultivators, hated himself for not having strength, and hated himself even more for being a disciple of Shennong Valley, but not knowing any medical skills or rescue techniques.

Raising her hand, Huang Xiaoling gently touched Liu Xiaoqiang's head: [Don't cry, don't cry, you are a cultivator, why are you crying? I am relieved to leave Shennong Valley to you. The demon cultivators are powerful, this time should be a lesson for us, so that we will listen to them in the future. You must endure humiliation and give them whatever they want, and never conflict again. ]

[Senior sister, I can't do it! ]

[That has to be done! ]

Huang Xiaoling suddenly shouted, making Liu Xiaoqiang stop crying.

Then, she calmed down and said softly: [Resist, unite, quietly accumulate strength, and then retaliate. Cultivation, cultivate a thought to be clear. But for revenge, you still have to endure. ]

[Endure until how long! ]

[Endure until you have the ability to kill back. This process may take a thousand years, or even ten thousand years, but it's okay, you can do it. ]

[Senior sister...]

[Don't cry, I'm going. And don't worry, when you see the mountain flowers in full bloom and white clouds floating by, that means I'm here to see you. Remember, endure. 】

Huang Xiaoling's left hand fell down weakly, and the shaking bell stopped.

When other players came here, they only saw Huang Xiaoling's body and Liu Xiaoqiang sobbing beside him.

The bodies of non-player characters will also disappear. Players can only dig a pit in a secluded place in the back mountain and bury Huang Xiaoling's bell in it.

No one spoke, and the chat channel was also quiet, but repression and anger accumulated in this silence, as if the fire was flowing.

It was time for class, and the disciples of Wanfa Sect put down the bamboo slips and walked into the classroom in silence.

Lao Liu looked at the silent disciples, not quite sure what happened.

Maybe they studied too hard these days and were tired.

It seems that I have to advise Wang Jiu to let these disciples pay attention to the combination of work and rest.

He skillfully led everyone into the dream, and began to talk in the dream: "Last time we talked about the story of the founder of Shennong Valley, but the founder was not strictly speaking the founder of Shennong Valley. According to the founder, many disciples had made outstanding contributions to Shennong Valley before. One of them was a disciple named Huang Xiaoling, who died in the process of resisting the demon cultivators. At that time...what happened to you?"

Suddenly hearing the familiar name, Liu Xiaoqiang burst into tears.

Crying is contagious. The disciples who had been well maintained began to cry at their desks at this time, and they couldn't help crying in the dream.

Even Xue Cheng, a man who was used to seeing life and death and had been to the execution ground several times, burst into tears, which made Lao Liu completely confused.

What happened to the disciples of Wanfa Sect?

Why are they different from the previous sessions?

Not only these disciples, the little white cat is crying now.

Lying on the table, she covered her face and cried uncontrollably, the fur on her face was wet.

While crying, she said: "The devil cultivators all deserve to die! Damn it!"

"Remind you, you are also a demon sect." Lin Yuan said on the side.

"I deserve to die too! Senior brother, you deserve to die too! I was having fun, why did a demon sect invade suddenly! Huang Xiaoling died so tragically."

"You actually don't have to go, you can find a place to hide."

"But I'm Huang Xiaoling! If I don't protect those disciples, what kind of senior sister am I!"

Sighing, Lin Yuan said: "But history is like this."

Su Xianxiao wiped away her tears and finally calmed down, but she was still sobbing.

After hearing this, she started crying again.

Originally, she still had some resentment towards the righteous, but after knowing that Huang Xiaoling was actually a real person, her resentment disappeared without a trace.

Wiping her tears, she asked, "Is the Demon Sect in history really so cruel?"

"Yes, they slaughtered the whole family at the slightest disagreement, and reality is even more cruel."

"The Demon Sect deserves death! What happened later?"

"Later..."

Lin Yuan looked out the window at the statue of the God of Agriculture on the square.

The statue nodded slightly, and a scene that only Lin Yuan could see appeared behind it.

In that scene, he saw the God of Agriculture still harvesting wheat, and a translucent girl was holding water around him, and the bell on her left hand was jingling.

Feeling Lin Yuan's gaze, the girl waved and smiled like a flower.

Behind her, the mountain flowers were in full bloom and the white clouds were curling.

The game connects history and the present, and part of the admiration of the disciples of the Wanfa Sect belongs to the girl, allowing her to gain the faith of incense and concentrate her soul around the God of Agriculture.

Part of this is due to the godhood of the God of Agriculture, but the disciples' faith is also indispensable.

Then, a golden light gushed out from the girl, turning into a blessing and falling on the eyebrows of the still sobbing little white cat.

This was the other party's gift. Huang Xiaoling recognized Su Xianxiao's performance and sent her own blessing.

Gently waving his hand, Lin Yuan looked at the golden light between the eyebrows of the white cat and said, "Very good."

History has been relegated to the past.

But the touching and sacrifice contained in it will never fade at any time.