passed out.
"Oh, I'll go," Zhou Hui said in surprise, "I found it."
He turned around and beckoned to Chu He who was on the ground, and said, "Dear! Don't come here to be dirty, and ask the foolish brother-in-law to help me carry my second child out!"
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At the same time, hell road, blood sea.
The sky is blood red. Maybe it wasn't this color originally, but it was shrouded in red smoke over the sea all year round, and it looked so gloomy and terrifying that it seemed to be broken into several pieces at any time, and the pouring rain of blood leaked from the gap.
The nine-headed baby swept across the sky and made a shrill cry. The blood-red sea waves rolled and roared, and the waves lifted up countless carrion corpses, which were then crawled out of the water by the densely packed low-level monsters, biting and swallowing them greedily.
The little monsters climbed along the cliffs by the sea, chased and bit each other, curiously spied the half locomotive that suddenly appeared on the top of the cliff, and showed their fangs to this unfamiliar steel beast.
But then, a figure sitting on the roof moved and lowered his head, revealing a glamorous and indifferent face.
The little monsters screamed in fear and scattered in an instant.
At the bottom of the car, Garuda groaned on the ground, then opened his eyes.
His vision was sloppy, and it took a long time for him to gradually focus, and the dull pain gradually filled the nerves of his whole body.
If anyone saw this scene, it should be a very tragic picture. Garuda's entire body was pressed to the ground by the locomotive, his body and arms were bloody, his legs were crushed in the collapsed carriage, and a calf was pierced through by long steel bars, and was nailed to the rock.
"Are you awake?" Maha poked his head from the roof of the car and stared at him condescendingly.
Garuda tried to lift the heavy train that was pressing on him, but he tried several times without success, so he could only gasp and give up.
"... Come on." He lay on the ground and said suddenly after a long while.
"What?"
"Come and take my godhead, isn't it all for this purpose?"
The two brothers looked at each other for a long while, and Garuda smiled slightly, and that smile appeared very peaceful on his blood-stained face.
"I don't want to see this anymore, father and son cannibalize each other, their families are destroyed, they have been displaced for hundreds of years, everyone is full of hatred and unwillingness... I just want everyone to live peacefully. So if you want, put me Take away the godhead, I can't resist anyway."
Maha turned his head and looked at him against the background of the blood-red sky, his eyes full of innocence.
After a long time, he finally moved, and just when Garuda thought he was about to jump down and start, he saw him change his sitting position comfortably.
"I don't want to," he said.
"… what?"
"I never thought of taking your godhead."
In Garuda's stunned eyes, Maha laughed, and his face was simply breathtaking, even though the smile was full of mischievous smugness.
"When I escaped from the Forbidden Grottoes, my mother tried her best to stop me, but she was reluctant to tell the reason why she wanted to stop me. At that time, I was so swept away by anger and jealousy that I didn't think about him carefully. The reason for the irrational attitude... It was not until I came to the sea of blood, and one day I suddenly found that I was gradually weakening with time, and I felt that the godhead had disappeared, and at that time, I understood the reason why my mother was unwilling to tell me the truth."
"He is afraid that I will find you. He is afraid that I will commit a serious crime of cannibalism after swallowing Buddha. He does not want to see his two children fighting to kill each other."
Garuda's expression was wistful, and he only heard Maha leisurely say: "If he wants so much, then I... If I take away your godhead, my mother will be very, very sad, I don't want the only person in the world who loves me to be hurt again. With that sad expression..."
There was silence, and after a long while, Garuda suddenly opened his mouth, and his tone was a little loose: "Then why did you design these?"
"Design what?" Maha slyly.
"Don't play stupid, we fought on the glacier for seven days and seven nights without tearing the space apart. Why did I just block you on the train, and the whole train went straight to hell? You have already moved on the railway line beforehand. Pass your hands and feet!"
"Oh, even this was discovered by you." Maha raised his eyebrows and said, "This is a long story, but I have to start talking about it when I decided not to rob you of your godhead... After I made this decision, I will I began to search for people who are similar to my divinity in the four evil realms, because this kind of person’s divinity is also likely to be absorbed by me…”
Garuda couldn't help interrupting: "Is there a godhead in the four evil realms?"
"If you are ugly, you need to read more, brother." Maha lazily said: "The big asuras are all gods. It's just that the asuras are not as good as dogs. You have too little knowledge in the human world."
Garuda: "..."
"I searched for a long time and found nothing. After all, I was born as King Ming, and there are very few people who are similar to my divinity in nine days and ten places. I once gave up hope, but suddenly inspiration came not long ago. Behaviors that are difficult to explain with common sense, such as suddenly betraying Zhou Hui and falling into the four evil realms... I finally have a very vague but very likely guess."
Mahathir paused, and Garuda doubted, "Have you found a culture medium that can provide you with a godhead?"
"I'm not sure," said Maha, "so I set up a plan, I want to kidnap you and let everyone come to the Tibetan area, take the opportunity to get rid of irrelevant people, let my mother get rid of control and go to the four evil realms - if I If the guess is correct, the mother will definitely come, and in fact he is indeed coming now."
Garuda said that this "irrelevant person" must be referring to his father, but it is meaningless to ask now. He sighed and tried to overturn the front of the car again but failed, so he had to give up and lay on the ground.
"I have... one last question," he croaked.
"Does it mean that you went to the snow mountain to fight with me for seven days?"
Maha jumped down from the top of the train and stood beside Garuda, rubbing his chin and admiring his brother's misery in all directions.
"No," he said lightly, "it's just a way to connect feelings."
Maha showed a malicious smile, stretched out his hand and pressed it on the cold front of the car, and a few seconds later, a loud bang overturned the locomotive that had been twisted into a huge iron block.
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Wangjia Snow Mountain, an underground river.
Zhang Shun pried open the deformed car door, Zhou Hui dragged out Wu Bei, who was covered in blood, and when he took a breath, he found that he was still alive, and everyone was relieved.
Wu Bei's situation could not be moved at will, so Chu He gave him first aid and gave him a booster. After a few hours, his body temperature slowly warmed up and his pulse became stronger; after Zhou Hui fed several times of water, Wu Bei finally opened his eyes slightly: "Boss Zhou..."
The voice was so airy that it was hard to hear. Zhou Hui asked, "How did you do this? Do you know who is sitting in that car?"
Wu Bei smiled weakly, closed his eyes and didn't move.
Not far away, Zhang Shun was shivering while tying up a simple stretcher that could carry people, while Chu He was boiling hot water for him, and there was a slight white smoke coming out of the pot.
Zhou Hui was sitting next to Wu Bei packing up his things and preparing for the return trip, when he suddenly saw his eyes open again and said hoarsely, "Zhou... Boss Zhou, about those Tibetans, there is... there is something wrong... Kekekekekekeke !"
When Wu Bei moved, his ribs were split, and he coughed until blood came out, making Zhou Hui shake his head. After a long while, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and breathed hard on the ground for a moment: "...we are in...the car...your son..."
His throat muscles were torn, and his voice was hoarse and vague, and it was very indistinct from a little distance. Zhou Hui put down his backpack and just leaned over to his ear when Wu Bei's voice suddenly stopped.
The next second, Wu Bei's face burst into a smile.
- His face was quickly rolled up, like a bad sticker being torn off, revealing the real face below; then he stretched out his hand forward, his five fingers were as swift as knives, and they directly stabbed at Zhou Hui's heart!
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Chapter 44 Wu Dabei who appeared is the real Wu Dabei! Afraid that the two chapters are not connected, it will cause misunderstandings, so I hereby mark