Sword of the Nine Heavens, the Fall of the Gods

After the birth of the twins, the couple was unable to take care of them.

Chengfeng sat at the table, looking at the mountain of diapers and baby supplies in front of him, frowning: Taking care of a child is indeed more difficult than killing enemies on the battlefield.

Diao Chan walked into the room quietly, and seeing Chengfeng's bitter face, she felt a little emotional.

She knew that Chengfeng was just an ordinary soldier, and after this year, his salary was almost gone.

Now there are two more mouths to feed, and the family is even more stretched.

Diao Chan shook her head and went back into the inner room. After a while, she came out holding a heavy package.

When the package was opened, it was filled with jewels and jade.

Diao Chan said gently, "Song Lang, don't worry. These jewels are enough for us to live a stable life. You can take some out, hire two maids, and buy some firewood, rice, oil and salt."

"No, my lady, how can I use your private money? These jewels are your lifelong support, I can't touch them."

Chengfeng waved his hand to refuse.

A trace of regret flashed across Diao Chan's eyes, and tears began to well up in her eyes.

"Song Lang, since you and I are married, we should share the joys and sorrows and be inseparable. It really hurts me that you are so distant."

As he spoke, tears rolled down his cheeks.

Chengfeng had never seen Diao Chan cry before, so his heart tightened and he quickly stood up to comfort her.

"Don't cry, ma'am. It's all my fault. I'll take some silver and go hire a maid."

Chengfeng took some silver from the package, and Diao Chan burst into laughter and said, "Song Lang, be careful on your journey."

Chengfeng responded, rode on the blue light Qilin, and disappeared on the deserted road.

After coaxing her two children to sleep at home, Diao Chan came to the river with some dirty and old clothes.

When I was washing clothes with my head down, I suddenly heard a roar in my ears.

Looking up, Diao Chan was startled.

A white-browed tiger with hanging eyes jumped out from the woods nearby.

The tiger bared its teeth, looked fierce, and approached Diao Chan step by step.

Diao Chan was so frightened that she tried to run away, but her foot slipped and she fell into the river with a splash.

She struggled to float to the surface, but the river water seemed to have magic power, dragging her into the abyss.

After struggling for a few times, he lost consciousness.

Diao Chan felt as if she had escaped from a long and deep dream.

When I woke up again, I found myself lying on a soft but unfamiliar bed.

The surroundings were dim and dark, swallowed by endless darkness. Only the lights on a shrine in the distance barely illuminated the view here.

On the shrine, the golden body of Queen Nuwa is solemn and mysterious.

A gilded incense burner on the table was emitting smoke slowly.

The smoke added a bit of mystery and weirdness to the dim space.

"This is where?"

Diao Chan was looking around in confusion when a ghost-like figure slowly approached.

When she got closer, Diao Chan was shocked to see a one-eyed monster with a human body and a fish tail in front of her.

Its body was covered with silver scales that shimmered faintly in the dim light.

His hair was as white as snow, one of his eyes was blind, and the remaining eye was flashing with a glass-colored light.

The monster stood beside the table, his eyes fixed on Diao Chan.

Diao Chan shivered involuntarily.

"You...who are you?"

She struggled to sit up from the bed, clutching the quilt tightly with both hands, her eyes full of fear and anxiety.

"You're awake. Are you okay?"

The monster spoke slowly, its voice low and gentle, in stark contrast to its appearance.

Diao Chan took a deep breath and calmed herself down: "Where...where is this? Where is my Song Lang? Am I dead?"

"This is the bottom of the Luo River, and I am He Bo, the god of the Yellow River."

There was a hint of pride and confidence in the monster's voice. "You were choked by the river water and passed out. I saved your life."

"You saved my life?"

Only then did Diao Chan remember that she had fallen into the water. Surprisingly, she did not die but was saved by the legendary Yellow River god.

Diao Chan was grateful and quickly stood up and bowed.

"Thank you, River God, for saving my life. I am Diao Chan, and I would like to express my gratitude to you."

He Bo hurried forward to help her up, and while doing so, he took the opportunity to hold Diao Chan's hand.

Those hands were gentle and delicate, as if they could melt the coldness in his heart.

His single eye stared lustfully at Diao Chan, whose body was soaking wet, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

Diao Chan felt a little embarrassed when he looked at her, and her cheeks turned slightly red.

Just as he was about to pull his hands back, He Bo burst into laughter.

"Beauty! Don't be polite. This will be your home from now on. Just stay here and I will take good care of you."

"How...how is this okay?"

Diao Chan was startled and quickly pulled her hand back.

"My benefactor! Chengfeng and I will repay you for saving my life. But please send me back, there are still hungry children at home waiting for me to take care of them."

A hint of displeasure flashed across He Bo's eyes.

"Beauty! Since we are here, it means we are destined to be together. Don't leave. I will treat you well."

Diao Chan understood its thoughts instantly. A strong sense of fear and uneasiness surged in her heart. She quickly turned around and walked out of the house.

He Bo chuckled and waved his hand, and the doors and windows around him were all sealed with a "pop" sound.

She hurriedly pushed the door with her hands, but it wouldn't open no matter what she did.

Diao Chan was left at the bottom of the Luo River, and He Bo proposed to her.

At first Diao Chan disagreed, but she could not resist He Bo's nagging and threat of drowning Diao Chan and Cheng Feng's child.

In desperation, Diao Chan proposed a three-year deadline on the grounds of poor health.

During these three years, Diao Chan was always hoping that Chengfeng would come to rescue her.

But there was no news from Chengfeng.

……

Chengfeng had gone mad and was lying helplessly in a pool of blood.

There were thousands of cold, lifeless corpses all around, like a tragic picture of hell.

The vast grassland, once green and full of vitality, is now dyed red with blood.

Every drop of blood here tells of Chengfeng’s past cruelty and ruthlessness.

Chengfeng stared at the sky above his head with lifeless eyes, trying to find a bit of comfort in the endless blue.

However, the only response he got was the whistling wind and the tattered flags in the distance.

On the flag was embroidered a huge Chinese character "Wen", which was the symbol of Wen Chou, an enemy he had killed personally.

This is an army, Wen Chou's army.

Chengfeng was lying on Wen Chou's body, recalling his past events with Diao Chan.

The blue light Qilin lay quietly at his feet.

He was the one who killed Wen Chou, and the thousands of corpses here were left behind by him.