Is it Qiu Shuangyue’s original body or his consciousness that fighting the spiritual consciousness just now?

If it is consciousness, then why would the God of Reincarnation say that he would be resurrected in the novice village after killing him?

If it is the original body, why will he remain in a state of burning light after he comes back?

But these are not important anymore. ΔΩ Pen          Quge

Because for Qiu Frost Moon now, what he cares most has been solved.

The golden flames on his body slowly faded away. He raised his hand and checked the broken heart in his hand through the lit holy light technique in his hand.

This heart comes from the core of the huge piece of meat in front of him. It was originally wrapped in countless membrane walls, but those fragile protective walls could not survive under the flames of the autumn frost moon and were directly evaporated into nothingness by the high temperature of the holy light.

And under Qiu Shuangyue's unconsciousness, he stretched out his hand and crushed the heart that was wrapped in layers of deep underground.

No one knows what kind of mood he is crushing this heart, and he himself has no way to know it.

Maybe it was his subconscious, but in short, this whole big event was over.

As this heart breaks, all the lives born in this piece of flesh, whether on the ground or underground, will turn into dust.

Qiu Shuangyue threw the minced meat in her hand to the ground, and then shook the blood stains on her hands.

In front of him was the resurrection mouth that the insects had come out in full bloom, but now it has gradually shrank due to the loss of vitality, like two shriveled orange peels.

Qiu Shuangyue raised her hand and looked at the middle finger of her right hand.

The ring of the God of Killing was still intact and was as simple as ever.

He put down his hand, bowed slightly, lifted up the two orange peels, and then leaned over and walked to the outside of the meat piece.

Everything that was presented to him was like a catastrophe.

The blood pool that he had stirred upside down before has now dried up completely, and there is no trace of blood.

And the ground made of flesh walls has returned to rocks and soil, becoming hard and solid.

All the centipede insects that once gathered like crazy believers and made noises outside the meat blocks, have now become no longer able to make noise.

No, it would be better to say that they have not only voices, but even their lives have been taken away.

Perhaps from the moment they resurrected, their lives no longer belong to them.

Now that nest is dead, the lives of its insect swarms, naturally dissipated with it.

The swarms turned into statues.

They still maintain the last moment of their lifetime. If they were viewed from the angle of a stone statue, their triangular heads would appear so abrupt, but the arms and the hairs that stood up on the arms would make people feel that this engraver is simply a rare master.

Qiu Frost Yue jumped down the hanging pieces of flesh, then went forward to touch the stone statue that looked like a creature in the sky.

‘Swish--’

Unexpectedly, the moment his hand touched the stone statue, the stone statue collapsed instantly and shattered into a pile of gray powder and stones in front of him.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Qiu Shuangyue suddenly thought of her companions on the ground.

Did the bugs who fought with them on the ground die like this?

So he immediately turned on the communicator beside his shoulder.

After a familiar noise of electric current, a familiar and noble female voice came out.

"Everyone, I will announce now that I will withdraw..."

However, she seemed to have only said half a word and stopped speaking.

It was Pope Jinyu. Qiu Shuangyue, who was very familiar with her voice, immediately recognized her voice.

What is she going to do? Is it said she wants to withdraw her troops?

The bugs on the battlefield above are still alive? Why?

Qiu Shuangyue couldn't help but fall into imaginary guesses. He didn't understand why the insect swarm on the ground was not destroyed like the ones underground.

‘Swish – ‘Vu’ sound that sounds like déjà vu.

What is this sound?

When Qiu Frost Yue heard this, she immediately looked back and looked at the grayish-white pieces on the ground.

Very good.

It seems that they were saved on the ground.

Qiu Frost Moon was extremely happy. He knew that he had done something that could change the situation of the battle.

With excitement, he took the call button and shouted happily to the communicator at the top of his voice.

"Hey, brothers, sisters, fellow villagers, do you miss me?"

This cry is his medal of honor.

It is the best summary of his long-term digging, adventure, and exploration.

Nothing can be better than a happyending, if there is, it must be Trueending.

He smiled and looked at the soil above his head, above which was his triumphant companion and a place waiting for his return.

However, a serious problem was immediately placed in front of him.

"How do I go up there? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

This is probably a great interpretation of the idiom "extreme happiness leads to sorrow".

...

"One glass of beer, two large barbecue"

"A pot of milk, a pudding."

Xinghuan and I found a seat next to the bar counter. Although it was worn and narrow, it was full of all the internal organs.

At least the food and drinks were done well, and we felt this last time we came with Yinji.

"Wow, why are you drinking milk? I'm really sick with Alzheimer's disease in advance?" Xinghuan pulled open the chair and raised his legs, mocking me for ordering, "And pudding, are you here for afternoon tea or for dinner?"

I was speechless, "I said, Uncle Master, you are the only one who wants to eat. I have never said something like I am hungry."

"Besides, is there anything wrong with drinking milk?" I smiled. "Even if you are a cowboy, you only order milk in the bar."

"Ha?" Xinghuan looked at me strangely, with a puzzled look, "Why? Shouldn't the cowboy be the one who left after entering the bar and then walked into the bar and then slapped his gun on the countertop and then drank wine?"

I don’t know where Star Ring defines the role of cowboys, and I don’t know if there is really something like cowboys in this world, but I think the people described by Star Ring...

"Isn't the kind of thing you are talking about a bandit?" I couldn't help but laugh.

"Ha?" Xinghuan looked puzzled again, "If that's not the case, cowboys should always drink."

"No, no, no." I shook my index finger and said he was very wrong, "The cowboy doesn't order beer."

“Why not order beer?”

"Because beer hurts the body."

“…”

Just as we were chatting about bad things, the waiter came up with our order.

"Your barbecue and beer, your pudding and milk, please use it slowly."

Although it was during the exile, the service was quite attentive.

"Thank you." Xinghuan took the big wooden plate with barbecue. The sunlight shone directly from the window sprinkled on the sizzling barbecue. The aroma of spices permeated the entire space. The shadows formed by the wooden plate and the sunlight formed a beautiful circle and projected onto the table.
Chapter completed!