And there are not many women in Fusang City, except for those who escaped from Hundred Flowers Killing.
Many women were brutally killed by those men before they could even wait for others to rescue them.
In fact, in this riot in Fusang City, the number of women was less than half of that of men.
If it weren't for the women who participated in Hundred Flowers Killing, they would all be high-ranking monks who are one in a million.
If it weren't for Zhu Wan's out-of-body period.
No matter how useless the men in Fusang City are, they may not be able to take the lead.
The unequal number of people made it impossible for these women to dig out all the beasts in Fusang City in a short period of time.
However, humans cannot.
But it doesn't mean that ghosts can't do it either.
As a result, Fusang City once again became a purgatory on earth.
It's just that in the past, it was those innocent women who fell into it.
But now, the cause and effect cycle, the reincarnation of heaven, this place has become the burial place of those executioners.
Blood gushed out from the gaps in all directions, staining the ground red.
In the air, there was surging spiritual power, and there was also a strong smell of blood.
Those scarred female cultivators held knives and swords in their hands.
Staring blankly at the bloody corpse in front of him.
The faces that once tortured them like demons are all distorted and deformed now.
The protruding eyes were full of fear and despair, as if he had experienced the most terrifying thing in the world before death.
"From now on, they can no longer hurt you or imprison you."
A looming voice lingered in my ears, like a single person, but also like a fusion of countless people.
"You are so lucky... so lucky..."
"If we can wait to be redeemed, if we can also live to this day..."
"But, the girl told us..."
"It's not any of us that's wrong, it's the brutes that dragged us to hell."
"You are us... Your liberation is our salvation..."
The nuns' eyes widened suddenly, and the hand holding the weapon trembled uncontrollably.
They have realized who is speaking.
It's those wronged souls!
It is the thousands of wronged souls who have long been crushed to pieces and buried under this sinful city.
"We have no future, but you still have!"
"So, these things with bloody hands are up to us!"
"The sins of this city will be wiped out by us!"
"The hatred of this lifetime, we will end it!"
"And you, just take our hope and future, keep going, and never look back!"
The girls raised their heads in a daze, looking at the sky.
Obviously there was nothing, but the voice rang clearly in their ears and in their hearts.
Resonate with them.
In the sky, a figure in white clothes slowly floated down.
It landed on the broken arm wall that was stained red with blood and dust.
Her eyes swept over all the women present, her eyes were full of tenderness, and also seemed to have sparkles.
"The nightmare is over!"
Her tone was soft, but her voice was extremely clear, hitting the souls of those girls every word.
"You can go home."
Bang!
Someone couldn't hold the sword in his hand and fell to the ground. He couldn't hold it anymore, and burst into tears.
There were also people who didn't care about the blood flowing into rivers underneath, and prostrated themselves on the ground, crying loudly.
That cry was so heart-piercing, so painful.
It was as if he wanted to vent all the pain, suffering and grievances he had suffered in these years.