"This place seems to have been dry for a long time, no wonder it asks for rain..." Yu Xuezhao thought to himself in the starry sky, "This is simple, I can do it!"

She didn't even know that she wanted to spread the title, so she immediately used her magic to bring rain to this area.

...So, at the moment when the heads of the condemned prisoners were placed on the altar, a large cloud of ink suddenly emerged from the cloudless sky with the scorching sun like fire. In an instant, the clouds became dense and it was going to rain!

Everyone was stunned, and then fell into ecstasy.

"God is merciful! God is merciful! It's finally raining!" The officials in brocade robes jumped up one after another, regardless of the court's decorum. They looked at the rolling clouds above their heads, thunder and lightning were already brewing, and they cried with joy and couldn't help but bow to the sky.

Bye, he choked and said, "We'll be saved! We'll be saved!"

At the same time, throughout the city, every household opened their windows and doors and took to the streets, feeling the coming storm. The whole city burst into tears: "It's going to rain!"

"It finally rained..."

"God is merciful..."

"Mercy..."

"It seems that human sacrifice is still required."

"Yes, I've also heard that, as soon as the heads of those death row prisoners were presented, clouds started to rise..."

"How pitiful God..."

"Why did you come out? Aren't you always sick?"

"My illness is all due to sadness. Now that the rain has finally come, I have to crawl out to take a look..."

"It has been seven months without a drop of rain, seven months, seven months!"

"The crops are gone, the ponds are dry, the wells are dry, the rivers are cut off, even the swamp... a large swamp in the north of the city, where so many bandits have hidden, has bottomed out..."

"Yeah, it finally rained..."

The common people were excited, helping the old and the young, talking loudly, and the whole city seemed to suddenly come to life.

Many half-year-old children were infected and couldn't help but take off their shirts and run around the city, shouting: "It's going to rain! Put away your clothes!"

"Oh...it's finally raining..."

Seeing that the city, which had been lifeless due to severe drought these days, was now full of vitality and hope, the priest at the top of the city couldn't help but smile. However, at this moment, a raindrop larger than the entire city fell from the clouds.

No, it should be smashed!

The color of the raindrops is crystal clear, and the reflection on this land is full of strangeness and ominousness, exuding all kinds of atmospheres of coldness, darkness, silence, and destruction...

The next moment, violent heavy rain fell instantly.

With just a snap of a finger, inside the city's yamen, a group of Feng Shui trees that had been carefully maintained to survive this severe drought had their trunks hugged by several people unable to resist at all. The branches and leaves were smashed to pieces, and they were shivering.

Then there are the houses in the city. Except for a few that were built with a lot of money, most of the houses lasted only a few minutes before they groaned and collapsed amidst the sound of rumbling rain.

In the streets and alleys, the people who welcomed the heavy rain happily felt a chill all over their bodies. Those with weak constitutions were almost instantly attacked by the cold air and lost consciousness...

Heavy rain washed down, and soon the dry and cracked earth could no longer contain the heavy rain.

The rainwater soaked through the deep ditches and wells used for flood discharge and water storage, filled the moat, and many ponds in the city... soon overflowed to the streets.

All kinds of debris kept popping up from the water, and occasionally there were blood stains and people's figures disappeared.

The rain continued unabated and the water rose rapidly.

Not long after, those houses that had not yet collapsed were crumbling under the soaking and erosion of rainwater...

The city that was ecstatic just a moment ago returned to hell on earth in the blink of an eye...

In the starry sky, Yu Xuezhao looked surprised. The spell he had performed turned out to be so terrifying?

However, anyway, those who died were all creatures in dreams, just illusions, and Yu Xuezhao had no regrets at all.

And those who died were all humans, not monsters.

She didn't care at all. The reason why she was willing to fulfill these people's wishes just now was just because of their piety in kowtowing.

Well, now that everyone is dead and there is no way to kowtow to her, she has to change her target.

I have to say, this fallen fairy dream is quite fun!

Yu Xuezhao has no interest in Ji Changfu's promotion to the immortal position.

From now on, she will conquer all races in this world!

Let all races kneel on the ground and kowtow to themselves...

Thinking of this, Yu Xuezhao immediately focused on the next prayer.

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Among the stars.

The vastness of the void is vast and majestic.

Pei Ling stood in the air and listened to the repeated prayers in his ears. Some of these prayers were for fame, for rain, for cure of diseases, for money, for a wife and children.

Someone looking for good luck in gambling...

When he was about to choose one, he noticed that the prayer for rain suddenly disappeared. At the same time, Yu Xuezhao's breath flashed past...

Did Yu Xuezhao respond to Bu Yu’s prayer?

Pei Ling was slightly startled. If this is the case, then it seems that he is not the only one who can hear these prayers!

Thinking of this, Pei Ling closed his eyes and began to sense Yu Xuezhao's position through the [Monster Controlling Blood Contract].

But soon, he discovered that the [Monster Controlling Blood Contract] between himself and Yu Xuezhao had disappeared.

Instead, there is another, paradoxical, completely different connection.

"What's going on?" Pei Ling suddenly felt very surprised. This fallen fairy dream not only removed the effects of his [Bloodless Face] and [Secret Records of the Eclipse], but also the [Monster Controlling Blood Pact] between him and Yu Xuezhao.

】, also been replaced?

As his mind was spinning, he tried to use this connection to communicate with Yu Xuezhao.

However, Pei Ling soon discovered that this connection was of no use except for allowing him to sense that Yu Xuezhao was still alive.

He frowned, thought seriously for a moment, and decided to observe the prayers secretly, but not make any response until he understood the specific situation.

So, Pei Ling concentrated on the first prayer that sounded in his ears.

...From the regulatory point of view, this should be the family temple of a famous family.

However, if you observe carefully, you will find that the various furnishings in front of you seem to be grand and elegant, but in fact, there are many traces of repairs.

What's more, a chair not far away clearly had a broken leg, but it had not been replaced or repaired. Instead, it was just leaning on the side to make up for it.

Obviously, this is a failed family.

At this moment, from Pei Ling's perspective, there was an extremely rich offering placed in front of him.

Grains, livestock, salted fruits and vegetables, and a large jar of wine were all listed in an orderly manner on the long and narrow confession table.

Dozens of people, old and young, were kneeling down, all of them men. They were praying anxiously: "...Grow the aura of your son...I would like to express my sincere words."

The person surrounded by everyone, who glanced at him from time to time, was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old. He had a good appearance, but he seemed to be a little more honest than smart.

At the moment, he is praying along with the clansmen in a confused manner. His expression is very well-behaved, but a bit dull, without the agility that a smart son should have.

Bang bang bang...

After each prayer, everyone carefully observed the confession and the idol. If there was no response, they kowtowed vigorously and continued.

Pei Ling watched this scene quietly without making any move.

The person praying was extremely determined, or in other words, the people who made the decision were extremely determined. Even if some tribesmen could not support it and even the young man was on the verge of collapse, he still dragged his old body and knelt firmly at the front, repeating

Pray, kowtow, pray, kowtow...

Three full days and three nights passed.

The breaths of the several old men kneeling at the front have weakened. Their bodies have long been unable to support them, and they rely solely on willpower to persist.

Seeing this, the tribesmen behind suddenly became a little commotion. Several people hesitated to speak, as if they wanted to speak to persuade the elders. However, they were afraid of the majesty of the elders and did not dare to say anything.

While they were hesitating, Pei Ling stared slightly in the starry sky and noticed something strange.

Without any hesitation, he immediately concealed all his aura.

At this moment, a cold, strange, and violent aura descended.

Silently, the offerings seemed to have experienced thousands of years in an instant, rapidly rotting, smelling, and decaying...

The next moment, this breath disappeared just as it came, without any greeting or prompting.

When the mortals noticed this change, they were immediately overjoyed: "Thank you God! Thank you God... Sir, hurry up! Go up and kowtow quickly, God will enjoy the sacrifice, this is your answer to your prayer!"

Their wishes had been answered, and everyone stopped praying.
Chapter completed!