"Then the God of Thunder became angry, because these women and children were probably not killed and eaten by demons, but were used as food by the men at home during the tiring and difficult journey. They set up iron pots to boil water and cooked them into stews.

The food is in my stomach."

"The God of Thunder carried his sword and killed many monsters in human skin. The entire Grand Canal in the six cities of Kansai was dyed red with bright red blood."

"This is the origin of the Eight Pine Sword, kid"

Xueming: "Then where can I get it?"

Mr. Xiong seemed to have been hit hard by a hammer——

——His head has not turned around and he has not reacted yet.

It felt like a naughty kid pointing at the top product in a Gundam toy store and shouting "That! I want that!"

"That's the sword of the God of Thunder! How dare you touch the weapon of the gods?"

"Then back to the previous question! Mr. Xiong Tai!" Xiao Xueming asked sternly: "Since the world of mortals is so scary and hard! Why not let the God of Thunder hold a sword and kill all the suffering people?"

Mr. Xiong muttered, and his voice became softer——

——He looked down at the innocent and lovely child, and suddenly felt a little shuddered.

Hayabusa and Rigoletto are the principals and teachers of classic human education institutions. The purpose of their teaching is to turn children into weapons.

At this moment, Xueming's "childlike innocence" behavior became very reasonable.

Xueming continued: "So the Black Eyed Empress knows this and still wants the travelers to continue to live. Otherwise, how will she collect nectar? How will she collect food? Right?"

Mr. Xiong Tai's voice became smaller and smaller, and he spoke in a confused tone.

"No. No."

Xueming: "God needs slave workers. Without these slave workers to provide more module experience, the artificial intelligence will not be able to push the left foot and the right foot, and it will not be able to update the version number, right?"

The Riemann thinking model is an electronic brain based on the structure of the human brain. Experience is the most important thing for the gods. It can maintain the human form of the gods, rather than completely becoming the original seed or the vassal of the sacred beast.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Mrs. Xiong then muttered: "What kind of slave labor is that not? Where are the slave labors?"

Seeing that Mr. Xiong's CPU was about to start smoking, Xueming immediately stopped asking and returned to the previous question.

"Since this Eight Pine Divine Sword can kill ghosts, what is the origin of the other sword? What is its function?"

Mr. Xiong Tai seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and suddenly became energetic. He was about to continue telling folklore stories, talk about the corporate culture of Shinto City to the child Xueming, and spread the truth, goodness and beauty of the gods.

At this time, a dozen children came from the entrance road to the west wing. They were new travelers, and they were all called "Colorful Flowers·Thousands of Reds" and turned into eight-year-old children.

Mrs. Xiong didn't have time to continue arguing with Xueming. The old white ape leaned against the alley wall and asked the children to hold hands so as not to get lost.

When he came to the teahouse, the old man saw Xueming and Xiong Tai happily chatting happily. He was also very happy and relieved. Without asking any more questions, he handed the child to Mrs. Xiong and left immediately.

Xueming said nothing, staring at these dead souls who were attacked by the soul power.

The shapes of these babies are very strange——

——They have gray beards and hair, but they are not old. They are all wearing very fitting shrouds. They are holding hands without saying a word, watching each other on guard, and looking at each other with stern eyes.

On the backs of these children, the seams of the shrouds specially left an opening, and a huge sarcoma emerged from the back of the heart, like a heavy luggage.

Xueming thought to herself that this might be the "burden" that Mrs. Xiong said - a memory and experience that travelers treasure so much that they cannot let go.

Taking a closer look at the tumor, a mound-shaped mass about fifty centimeters long rose up from the back of the leading little boy. An old face grew out of the tumor, like a parasitic conjoined twin.

The boy seemed to be affected by the fleshy mound, and he followed the old man on his back with the same sullen expression. He looked around with lowered eyebrows and snake-headed eyes. When he talked to Mr. Xiong Tai about the reincarnation ceremony of the Black Eyed Empress, he was all excited.

He looked very angry and seemed to feel that the money was insufficient.

Two little girls in the team behind were fighting each other——

——Xue Ming saw it clearly. A girl at the back reached out to touch the tumor of her companion in front, cut out a piece of meat fiercely, and handed it to her "burden"'s mouth. She saw the old woman's growth on the tumor.

The two rows of sharp teeth chewed up the flesh and blood and swallowed it into the stomach, so the fleshy mound grew a little bigger, which seemed to be able to exchange for more blessings in the next life.

Mrs. Xiong heard the beating and cursing in the team and shouted——

——A terrifying roar emanated from the strong man's throat, like a black bear roaring or a tiger leopard roaring in the forest.

The team immediately became quiet, the children became timid and no longer noisy, but the faces on their backs had different expressions.

There are people who laugh and sneer at the good show, and there are also people who are anxious and anxious to show off their good days.

Xueming took a closer look and saw that at the end of the team there was a child who was swollen and not human-like. The "burden" on his back had six faces. It seemed that his personality had split and he was reincarnated when he was on the verge of collapse.

Such a shocking and strange sight should scare ordinary people crazy in the mortal world, but to Xueming, it should be considered a small scene, and he was still thinking about it secretly in his heart.

The last diligent worker bee must have found a new way to make a fortune. Before the Riemannian thinking model collapsed, the symptoms of schizophrenia emerged. Instead, he was able to transport more memories and divide them into different personalities.

Several times the burden - I didn't expect to meet King Juan in such a place in the underworld, a strong man who devoted himself to studying "Reincarnation Science".

As for the two little girls in the team who were fighting each other because of the "burden" of stealing, Miyamoto Kumata seemed not to deal with this matter. It seemed that the god's mind was not very good.

There is no theory of justice being done - in Mr. Xiong's eyes, the things on these children are not considered wealth, but are the evil fate earned by dead souls in the mortal world.

Xueming followed the children into the teahouse and saw Mrs. Xiong getting through the door curtain and running to the kitchen to prepare tea.

Mrs. Xiong said as she walked: "Children, don't worry, I'll make soup for you, which will relieve your fatigue and pain."

Kurome Senju will probably have to cut out all these sarcomas later. The process of peeling off memories is like performing brain surgery on Riemann's thinking model. The snacks and tea in the West Wing Teahouse are very particular. They are used before the death ceremony.

Divine wine and cakes to soothe travelers.

In such a small amount of free time, Xiao Xueming could hear the children everywhere whispering.

"The tumor on your body is so big! Can you exchange it for a lot of money?"

"What nonsense are you talking about! When you get to know the black-eyed empress's iron hook and iron scale, won't it be clear how much you weigh?"

"How cunning is this hateful guy behind me? He actually has six faces and carries six 'burdens'! When the Black Eyed Empress sees it, what should we do next time if we also bring six burdens?"

"Don't blame others for things you can't do yourself!"

"Shhh don't talk."

"When it was time to hang the iron hook, we united together and complained to the black-eyed empress. We said that the guy with six faces was actually a man-eating ghost."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" The six-faced child, who was carrying a heavy burden, was nervous and anxious, with cold sweat dripping down his face.

"Hello"

At this moment, a child with a gloomy face and a terrifying face approached Xueming.

"You seem to have no burden on you? Why?"

He came close to Xueming and showed off the tumors on his body. A decadent and aged face emerged from the tumors, and he smiled with Xueming.

"Little brother, I see that you are alone and helpless. I am afraid that you are a lonely ghost who died unexpectedly and lost your burden."

"We are all neighbors in the same county. We need to take care of each other when we go out. How about making friends?"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Xueming: "How do you say this? How do you call it?"

The child and the old man in the sarcoma whispered softly.

"Just call me Taro, you heard it just now. As long as you tell us the same thing, with the same words, cry a few words to Kuroki Empress, then say that your burden was eaten by this six-sided monster——

Let's complain to the Black Eyed Empress together and put pressure on this guy to hand over all the treasures he has."

"We help each other. When the time comes to settle the karma, you will also get a benefit, so you won't return to Shinto City empty-handed."

"We are all village sages. If you come here to seek refuge, you can also take care of each other. No matter how you think about it, it's a good deal."

Xueming was not frightened by these weird sarcomas. Instead, these few words made her whole body shiver——

——This child's soft prosthetic body is white and tender, but his tone is old-fashioned and full of tricks, fearing that he will not be able to eat a bite of fresh human flesh.

"Think carefully, there are so many of us. If you don't want to cooperate, I'm afraid you will be very sad." Taro kindly advised: "Mr. Xiong Tai's eyes don't work well, his heart is as rough as his fingers, and his ears are premature.

I was deafened by the ringing of the bell - there were children in the team who were stealing treasures openly. The stupid Mr. Xiong was deaf and blind. He couldn't see or hear. He wanted to do it, and he did it beautifully.

There shouldn't be any risk."

"If you are ignorant, there seems to be nothing strange about the absence of a baby in this teahouse for us country wise people."

"As long as you talk, you can get a lot of money."

"I don't think this is a difficult thing, right? A gentleman will not stand behind a dangerous wall. He who knows the current affairs will be a hero."

"When people go to higher places, water flows to lower places. It is a sin to carry a precious treasure but fail to protect it."

"That six-faced monster looks like he is quite powerful and can carry so many burdens - in fact, he is the weak one. The weak one is eaten by the strong one. This is the most reasonable and kind thing."

"So little brother, have you thought about it?"

Taro stretched out his hand and asked Xueming to shake his hand as a sign of completing the transaction.

Xueming stretched out his hand and then clenched it into a fist.

Taro's expression changed drastically——

"——What do you mean? Do you want to use this weak body to deal with so many of us?"

Before he finished speaking, his fist had already hit Taro on the cheek!

The broken tooth flew into the face of another girl next to her, and her screams immediately echoed around the walls of the teahouse.
To be continued...