That's not a game

"Okay...Okay, Master Miracle Doctor."

Although the village chief didn't know what the genius doctor was going to do, he still did it very obediently.

Lin Xiaoge waited quietly, but after he waited for a while, a reminder sounded in his ears.

[Target 1 of the second stage - the progress of stopping the war +10%, the current progress: 10%. 】

Lin Xiaoge was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled helplessly.

He knew that this was the result of Zhong Li fighting on the front line.

The opponent... is in the midst of this war of demon gods, killing and killing.

Although, the reason for this killing spree is not for the sentient beings on this earth, nor is it for the so-called victory.

The other party... was just killing Lin Xiaoge because of him.

"But... the feeling before, is it an illusion, or something else?"

Lin Xiaoge recalled Zhongli's gentle gaze before, and couldn't help rubbing his chin and thinking suspiciously.

That gaze always gave him a feeling... that the other party seemed to have known him for a long time.

However, he has only known Zhongli for a month.

"Could it be...Mr. Zhongli is Mr. Zhongli from another time and space thousands of years later?"

Lin Xiaoge couldn't help guessing like this, but soon, he shook his head.

Because this guess is too baseless.

Not to mention, Zhongli is more cute than handsome most of the time, and he doesn't look like an emperor from thousands of years later.

"It should be...just an illusion."

Lin Xiaoge shook her head, stopped thinking too much, picked up the paper she had made, added a thin charcoal pencil, and began to draw on the paper.

But at this moment, on the other side of the land, a demon god with an ape-like posture was lying on the ground with a face-on face in horror. A brown-haired man in a white robe in front of him.

"Mo...Morakes, you...how did you become so strong in such a short period of time? Cough——"

Just now, in just an instant, this brown-haired man, with his martial arts that seemed to have been honed for thousands of years, plus the element of rock that he had mastered perfectly, completely defeated him, the demon god who dominated the demon god war.

And the brown-haired man just slowly took off the white hood, and stared at the ape-like demon god indifferently with a pair of pale golden eyes.

"If the picture I saw is correct, you... seem to have accidentally hurt Lang Zhong."

The ape demon god looked astonished and said in horror, "What doctor? What are you talking about? Morax, why can't I understand?"

But the brown-haired man just glanced at him lightly.

"Whether it's just in case, or to stop this war, you still...go to die."

The ape demon god's expression froze, without the slightest hesitation, he turned around and wanted to run away.

However, he just stood up, and in the next moment, countless sharp rock pillars grew out of the ground under his feet, stabbing straight at the body of the ape demon god.

Whoosh whoosh!

The sharp rock pillars pierced through the body of the ape demon god like a spear, and tied it into a hedgehog, hanging there.

And the fluctuation of the demon god's life, also at this moment, slowly faded away.

His gaze before death was so dazed and puzzled.

I'm afraid, until he died, he didn't understand why Zhongli would make such an assassin.

After finishing all this, Zhongli just let go of his fist lightly, and his voice was as indifferent as another person.

"No one can hurt the doctor."

The moment the words fell, Zhong Li's indifferent eyes suddenly became dazed.

He rubbed his temples, eyes puzzled.

"Just now...was it another me? Hey—why did you get hurt again?"

Zhong Li suddenly felt a burst of pain and looked at his arm.

There, there is a huge wound, which was caused by the previous battle.

This made Zhongli feel a little helpless.

Because, he promised Langzhong O to come out to fight, but he was injured in the end and needed Langzhong to heal him.

"It seems that we have to go back first."

Chapter 31 This small box is your forever home

"You are injured, Mr. Zhongli, is the enemy strong?"

Lin Xiaoge asked while wrapping a bandage on Zhongli's arm.

Zhong Li looked a little weird, shook his head and said, "No...very weak."

That demon god is actually not weak, even if Zhongli, who is Morax, fights with him, he may only be able to present a stalemate.

After all, he has not been born in this world as Morax, so he is not proficient in controlling his own power, nor does he have any overly powerful martial arts.

However, when he was fighting the opponent, he had a very strange feeling.

That is... There is an instinct in his body that drives him to fight.

That instinct, like another him, made him who hadn't fully controlled his own power fully exert the power of Morax's body.

He even seems to possess a martial art that has been honed for thousands of years.

In his eyes, the fighting skills of the ape demon god were as immature and ridiculous as a child's.

But even so, the opponent still left a wound on his arm while he was a little confused about all this during the battle.

"Is it weak? That's right. After all, it's you. You are so strong. Few of the demon gods in this land are likely to be your opponents."

Lin Xiaoge nodded like this, while wrapping the last bandage on Zhongli, then wiped the sweat from his forehead, and exhaled.

"Mr. Zhongli should cultivate for a while, and then go to fight."

"Um……"

Zhongli nodded. Although he felt that he was terrifyingly strong now, he still listened to Lin Xiaoge's words and planned to cultivate for a while before going to fight.

After all, this feeling of becoming another person in an instant is indeed somewhat inexplicably terrifying.

"But, sir, what did you do?"

Zhongli's gaze fell on a pitch-black cuboid in the center of the courtyard.

The cuboid was smeared with jet-black paint, and was supported there by several wooden sticks. There was still dripping black paint on the ground, as well as wood chips and some carpentry tools on the ground.

"You said this coffin."

Lin Xiaoge tapped the lid of the black lacquered coffin lightly, and said with a smile, "It took me a whole morning to make this thing, and it's specially used to hold corpses and bury them."

Zhongli was puzzled, "Is there any use in doing this?"

Zhong Li was really puzzled, because it seemed that the coffin could only hold five corpses at most, but the cost was so high that it was really useless.

Not to mention, spending such a large cost to store corpses is simply not a luxury that people in this era can afford to dispose of corpses.

Moreover, this is meaningless to people in this era.

The way they deal with the corpse is to throw it away directly. A better way to deal with it is to dig a hole for you and bury it.

Lin Xiaoge smiled helplessly, "Does Mr. Zhongli know why there are so many resentful and undead in this era?"

"I don't know."

Zhong Li shook his head directly, because he really didn't know.

Lin Xiaoge sighed softly, and said helplessly, "Because the abandoned souls of this era don't have a home, they can only roam the earth, instinctively looking for something called "home", and become undead. They are even vengeful spirits, endangering people who are still living in this world, and this box is their home after death, and..."

While patting the coffin, Lin Xiaoge took out a small black wooden box, and said to Zhongli with a smile, "Also, we can cremate the corpse to reduce the contagiousness of the plague and the possibility of diseased corpses. At the same time, The cremated bodies can also be powdered in this box to give their spirits a home."

The coffin is a home for the dead.

The small box in Lin Xiaoge's hand is also a home for the undead.

In this way, with a home, they will no longer wander the earth as undead or resentful spirits in search of a "home", and at the same time endanger people who are still living in the world.

However, just like living people have villas and tile-roofed houses, the soul's residence is naturally different.

"I see……"

Zhongli nodded, indicating that he already understood.

And Lin Xiaoge also smiled lightly, and said with a little headache, "But the problem now is that they have a home after death, but they don't have a world after death."

"Ok?"

Zhong Li tilted his head, apparently not quite understanding what Lin Xiaoge meant.

Lin Xiaoge shrugged and said helplessly, "How can only one home be enough? Just like the living will go out to visit, the dead also want to go out from time to time. They are the only ones in their home, and they will be very lonely. .”

"Then it's okay for them to come out of the box again? And they can also meet their living relatives, isn't that great?"

Zhongli was puzzled and said that he is a demon god, and he will not be affected by some small undead, so naturally he doesn't care that human beings will be affected by the undead to the extent of sickness or death.

Lin Xiaoge patted Zhongli on the head angrily, and said under the blank gaze of the latter who was scratching his head, "Life and death, there is an insurmountable line. The dead cannot just come to the world of the living. The living can't just wander into the world of the dead."

"But there is no world of the dead, so they can only go to the world of the living?"

Zhong Li said a little aggrieved, thinking that I would fight for you outside, but you would slap me on the head when I got home.

Originally, my head was a little split personality, so what should I do if I really got two people in this shot?

Lin Xiaoge couldn't laugh or cry, "That's too messy, so we have to create a world after death, so that people after death can visit each other."

Zhong Li was angry, folded his arms around his chest, sat down on the chair, turned his head and said, "I don't know how to create a world, I only know how to fight."

Lin Xiaoge shook her head angrily, stretched out her fingers and pushed the back of Zhongli's head, and couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry, "I didn't ask you to do a masonry job, I just want to ask you, is there no power to control death in this land?" Demon God?"

"There is no demon god who controls death."

Zhong Li shook his head and said, if the power of death is really controlled by a demon god, he must know it.

Standing in front of the pitch-black coffin, Lin Xiaoge sighed with a headache. There is indeed no demon god of death in this era, and I don't know why.

He used the black butterfly imprint on the back of his right shoulder before, trying to contact the Death Demon God who had lent him his power.

But what was passed through the imprint was not some demon god, but another kind of power without any will at all—a power called death.

He can even easily touch that power through the connection between the imprint and the other party, thus becoming the demon god of death.

However, Lin Xiaoge didn't do that.

Because he knows that he will leave this era sooner or later, and he cannot control this power. Otherwise, this land will not have the afterlife world that keeps growing to accommodate more souls.

"Has the demon god who should really control the power of death not yet been born?"

Lin Xiaoge couldn't help sighing, if there is no demon god who controls death, how can he establish an afterlife... huh?

In front of Lin Xiaoge's eyes, a black butterfly flew towards him spiritually and landed on his fingertips.

This is a butterfly known as the Necromancer Butterfly. It is something that can only be born in places with many corpses.

And this thing is not uncommon in this era of dead people everywhere.

Lin Xiaoge looked at the dead spirit butterfly on her fingertips, and suddenly felt a familiar smell for no reason.

At the same time, he could also feel that the black butterfly imprint on his back was heating up.

Chapter 32 Walnut: The patriarch once said... Zhongli is a

"What is the origin of the black butterfly on the coffin? Master Walnut."

Sora asked Kurumi, and motioned Ximei beside him to pay attention to the records.

On the other hand, Hu Tao carelessly touched the black butterfly imprint on the coffin lid, and a ray of flame slowly appeared on her fingertips.

The moment the flame touched the black butterfly mark, the black butterfly mark really came alive!

It flapped its pitch-black butterfly wings, slowly flew up from the coffin lid, and landed gently on Walnut's fingertips.

On the pitch-black butterfly wings, there are still dots of flames summoned by walnuts burning slowly.