The empress called her sister, and the goddess was willing to enter the mortal world

Beichen Xi and Beichen Yue stood obediently by the side, not daring to say a word. They looked at the goddess's pretty face, which was no different from usual, but they inexplicably felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

They didn't even inform the goddess before offering sacrifices to her. What was this person thinking? The two of them tried their best to make themselves as invisible as possible, so that they wouldn't become cannon fodder when the goddess showed her power.

Although Xue Qingbai and her sister didn't know what had happened, they still had the ability to read people's expressions, so if they wanted to retreat, they should retreat together.

"Let's not enter this city! Let's go." Ziyou's voice was so calm that no emotion could be heard.

I wanted to see what this city had to offer, but when I entered, I saw people kneeling down to worship the statue, making all kinds of wishes. What did they think of her? Even gods have responsibilities. These people...

We avoided many towns these days, and until we arrived at Qinghe Village, the scene in front of us seemed to be a completely different world from the previous one.

There were low houses scattered around, straw mats everywhere, wailing sounds, and an air of desolation everywhere. The doors and windows of every household were not closed, and there was no one on the streets.

Bei Chenxi inquired back: "There was a plague in this village. A girl gathered everyone in the center of the village to treat them. Those wrapped in straw mats are the villagers who could not be saved."

Plague? Plagues in ancient times seemed to kill a lot of people.

Zi You was lost in thought. Xue Qingbai said, "Princess, the plague spreads very quickly. Few people can escape once they are infected. Do you want to risk your precious life?"

"Go and have a look. Are you afraid?"

Xue Qingbai shook her head: "If the princess isn't afraid, how can I escape alone?"

The atmosphere I experienced in person was indeed more impactful than the brief description in the book. The ground was filled with people with painful expressions, some wailing, some enduring.

But even when they are in pain, they will queue up in an orderly manner to take medicine, grandparents and grandchildren will push each other half a piece of food that you can't tell what it is, the mother who endures the pain brought by the disease still holds the baby in her arms tightly, and the couple hugs each other tightly, as if they will be separated forever in the next second.

Seeing the strangers, their desperate eyes wavered a little. One of the old ladies struggled to prop up half of her body and said, "Girls, please don't come over here. Our village is full of plague. You will die if you come over here!"

Another old man in the corner also stood in front of the door with difficulty, leaning on a crutch: "Let's go quickly, this plague is coming fiercely, don't let anyone else get sick, leave quickly!"

Seeing that Ziyou and the others didn't react, the anxious old man knocked the ground with his cane several times and said, "Hurry up! This plague is no joke. It can really kill people." As he said that, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

A veiled woman hurried over with freshly boiled medicine, put it aside and began to take his pulse. From the stiffness of her body, it can be seen that the old man is not in good condition.

"Uncle Wang, take the medicine first, you will be fine."

The old man probably knew that he was dying: "Let's leave this medicine to the young people. I won't fight with the children for it at my age."

The woman's expression was moved, and she insisted that the other party drink it.

A strong man among them looked at Ziyou and the others and pleaded, "Girls, this girl Chihua passed by our village and has been treating us. We all know that this plague is fierce. Can you take her away with us?"

The other people lying on the ground who were still awake whispered in agreement: "Take her away, she is not infected, she is a good person, she shouldn't end up like this."

What a tragic scene! Except for Ziyou, everyone else couldn't bear to watch it all.

Beichen Yue looked at the goddess with moist eyes, hoping that she could lend a helping hand, but received no response.

Although Beichen Xi couldn't bear it, she knew that no matter what the god did, she had her reasons, so she stood firmly behind the goddess.

A little boy ran over holding a bowl of medicine, ready to feed it to his elderly relative. However, as he was also ill, his legs went weak and he fell to the ground along with the medicine, and also dropped the statue hanging around his neck.

This statue looks familiar, could it be me?

Ziyou stared at the statue on the ground until it was picked up by the little boy. She finally spoke: "What is that thing on your neck?"

The little boy wiped the statue carefully and put it back on his neck: "This is the statue of His Highness Xingchen. My grandmother bought it for me. Everyone in our village has one."

Ziyou blinked: "Putting your wish on such a useless thing will not make your wish come true."

"There are many miserable people in the world, and the gods will not favor me, but I want to worship her just out of my heart. I don't have anything to ask of the gods."

The boy's firm words struck Ziyou's heart. Is it possible to offer sacrifices to the gods without asking for anything?

She secretly circulated her energy and used her spiritual sense to investigate the other party. He was telling the truth, what a pure child.

The old woman was lying on the ground, blood constantly flowing out of her throat, choking her and making her unable to breathe, her hands grasping something in the air.

"Grandma, I spilled the medicine. Am I useless?" the boy cried. He knew his grandma could not hold on any longer.

"You're already great. You're a very strong boy. You must hold on." The old man spoke intermittently, almost exhausting all his strength.

Ziyou walked towards the two of them step by step. Xue Qingbai wanted to stop her, but was held back by Beichenxi, who signaled her with his eyes not to be impulsive.

She could only stand there anxiously.

When the villagers saw her coming, they shouted at her not to come over, but because of their health, they could not stand up, and could only watch her squatting next to the two men.

Ziyou looked at the old man: "You are in pain." She placed her hand on the old man's forehead: "You are also very kind."

Then a stream of energy slowly injected into the old woman's body, and she was wrapped in warm light. When the golden light faded, the old woman found that she seemed to be healed.

She looked at the woman's face and it matched!

She is that god.

The old man's joyful eyes moistened her eyes. She moved her mouth and said, "It's the little prince! It's the god who came to the world!"

"Thank you, my Lord."

Everyone else looked at Ziyou with tears in their eyes. The gods had come to save them!

The high and mighty gods came for them this time.

Ziyou stood up and turned her energy around. The golden light spread out from her, and the diseases of the people who were blessed by the golden light disappeared. The people felt their bodies, tears flowed down their faces, and they thanked the gods from the bottom of their hearts.

Ziyou felt the same energy rushing in as last time, and she became stronger.

At this moment, her eyes were filled with compassion and indifference, and the ring on her hand seemed to have become even paler.

She looked at the group of people who believed in her, and said to them with a chill that penetrated their bones: "Pure people will be protected by gods!"