Before he fainted, he heard Meng shouting his name in shock.

When he woke up, he heard someone outside the house talking:

“Is that the witch’s brother?”

“Hmm.”

“It’s been more than three hundred years, so why hasn’t he died yet?”

"I heard the snake say that the younger brother of the moon ate the fruit of her master's seed, and then got rid of the disease and regained his health, and now it seems that it should be immortality."However, he found that in the past three hundred years, the bamboo basket has been empty, and he can't stand this blow and become what he is now.As the saying goes, mourning is greater than death, and I see that if his heart dies, people will not live!”

“Meng, give him to me.”

"Let him stay."

“What do you want to do!”

“Do you not think it’s unfair that you’re a hell of a man, and I’m just one?”It's time for me to find some help."

“Fuck off!Mon, do you know what this man is?Now that the wizard is dead, he is the last wizard!And as a human being, he should have died a long time ago, and it is reasonable that he should not have lived in this world again.Give him to me, and I will arrange his affairs.”

“Five, do you want to play with me?”

“You are... Meng!How do you feel about the “month”?Three hundred years ago, you stopped us for a man called the Month!”

“Why am I so good, you don’t know?”

“...”

"Now Huangquan Road is out of ten, I think you king or put their energy on the rectification of Huangquan Road, that is the only way for mankind to go to the underworld, if Huangquan Road appears on the earth, then the Hades will not be a secret world."

...

Later, the man who spoke left, Meng pushed the door and walked in.

She had a bowl of soup in her hand, and the soup was still hot.

Seeing this picture, the centrifugal warm, suddenly thought that for a long time did not taste the overheated soup.

“Wake up?”Meng smiled at him, came to his bedside, put down the soup.

“When did you wake up?Did you hear anything?”Mon asked with a smile.

Looking at her, he said, “I hear you.”

Meng smiled, fell generous, and did not hide: "Just talked to me is the old man of the king of hell, but also the first hand of the underworld."I told him to leave you alone, he had promised, and now he wants to let you live, and it's all up to me."

“Do you know my sister?”Out of concern, when Meng nodded, he nervously asked, “Where is she?”

He said, “Of course he’s dead.Humans have only lived a hundred years, and it has been three hundred years, how can your sister be alive?”

Stayed away.

A moment later, he fell into a heavy sadness: "Yes, you said, because I ate the fruit of the tree, I was able to escape the disease and survive."There is only one fruit on the tree, it turns out that I have eaten the only fruit, if the fruit is taken to eat for my sister and others to eat, maybe they will survive!It is all about me, the only hope that the people will survive!”

Looking at the tears of self-blame because of pain and self-blame, Meng was puzzled: "How do you say that?If there is only one fruit, it is to save only one person, and if others eat it, then you will die, which is not much different.You live someone else to die, others live you are going to die—it’s no different, why do you take everyone else’s death on your own head?Isn't that stupid?"

Crying, “Don’t you understand?If this fruit is for my sister to eat, it is she who is immortal and not me!If this fruit is given to small flowers, then it is the small flower that is not old, not me!If this fruit is given to grass, it is grass that is not old, not me!No matter who eats this fruit, no matter who lives to the end, it is better than me, it is better than a waste that has been busy for more than 300 years, but a person can't save it!"

Meng nodded: "I understand that you are not guilty and self-blame because you feel that you have deprived others of the opportunity to live, but because you feel lonely, so you feel pain."

"I wish that the fruit was so good that my sister had eaten, she was the most powerful witch in the world, as long as she lived, she would find a way to save the tribe!"

Meng sighed, "You are wrong, your sister gave up saving your tribe earlier than you."

“Impossible!”

She laughed, and she didn’t want to say more.

In my brother's heart, my sister will always be the holy and powerful witch, if she breaks the truth, is it too cruel?

As soon as Meng waved his hand, a water mist was raised in front of him, and some figures appeared and gradually became clear.

It was a very dark space, with countless blades on the black scorched earth, a group of black undead, tortured together by heavy chains, walking numbly on the earth, and the blades cut their naked feet, but none of the dead inspiration was pained.

From seeing these dead people, the face has changed!

“Do you recognize it?”Meng looked at him and said, "This is the people in your tribe, and after they die, their souls are cursed and unable to re-enter the cycle, and the kings of hell do not know how to arrange their place, so they can only be exiled to hell."

Out of panic, he got up in panic, looked at the familiar face in his memory, and now he was devastated by hell, and he knelt down in front of Meng without hesitation, pulling her sleeves and begging:

“You are the God of hell, and all souls are in your control, and I beg of you, may I let them go?”They were all good people in their lives!They have never done anything harmful and should not accept this punishment!Can you find a way to save them?I can't save them when they're alive, I want to save them when they die, I want to save them, no matter what price you want from me, I'll do, if you can let them go."

He said, “How are you two brothers and sisters?”What do you think of me?Do you think of God as a God?”

Ask yourself, “What do you want me to do to let them go?”

Meng gently broke free from the hand, she sat down, mused for a while, this was the idea, she pointed to the hot soup she put in her own, said: "It is very simple, just drink the bowl of soup, I will find a way to save your people."

“Is it... as simple as that?”Unbelievable to ask.

“Hmm!”Mon nodded his head.

“Then I drink!”Take the bowl away, swallow it, and finally don't even have a drop of soup left.

He wiped his mouth and sincerely said to Meng, “Meng, you are the kindest God I have ever seen!”

And then...