Tomb Robber: Oops, I think I met a tomb robber.

Seeing Xiao Fubao not moving after falling, Zhang Hailou immediately became anxious. Zhang Shouxu also roared, "Xiao Fubao, don't be dazed! Think of a way quickly. There must be a way to save the baby. Hurry up and use your ability!"

After they finished shouting, the people around them also started shouting. They stared at Xiao Fubao as if he was looking at the last straw.

"Yes! Don't you have energy, Xiao Fubao? Just follow the Heavenly Dao and sew up your sister's wound! Doesn't she have healing energy in her body? As long as you sew it up, she will definitely be able to heal herself!!"

"Don't be in a daze, Xiao Fubao, hurry up, the baby is bleeding a lot!!"

"Wake up quickly, stop being in a daze!!!"

……

They shouted at the top of their lungs. If there were not too many people and they could not get close to him, some people would have wanted to pinch little Fubao and shake him hard to wake him up. However, amidst all the shouting and screaming, little Fubao remained dazed and did not respond at all.

The shoulder where Xiao Fubao was standing was exactly where the god's head was hanging down and his face was facing. His small eyes looked at the pale face in front of him, and his little paws finally loosened the white hair and lifted up. When he put his paws on the cheek, the people around him immediately shut their mouths, expecting a miracle to happen.

At this moment, it is everyone's only hope.

Just when everyone thought that little Fubao was saving her, it suddenly retracted its claws and curled up in front of its body, as if it had entered a daze again.

"Little Fubao? Little Fubao?! What are you doing?! Hurry up and save the baby!!"

Zhang Hailou stared at it in disbelief. If his hands hadn't been covering his wounds, he would have pinched and shaken Xiao Fubao violently. But it didn't matter. Even if he couldn't do it, there were others who could. As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Qiling, who was in a state of confusion beside him, grabbed Xiao Fubao with a fierce palm. He shed blood-stained tears, and his bloodshot eyes stared into Xiao Fubao's lifeless eyes. His voice was hoarse as if his vocal cords were scraped: "Speak!!"

The force he used was so great that little Fubao couldn't help but squeak. At this moment, little Fubao seemed to be awakened. His eyes were instantly misty and a shrill and piercing squeak came from him, almost piercing the last sanity of everyone present.

[Can't you guys feel it? My body has become cold!!!]

hum! !

The moment they saw what Xiao Fubao said, everyone's rationality collapsed again. Zhang Hailou immediately cursed: "You are talking nonsense, damn it! You are talking nonsense! Baby is fine, don't you dare say nonsense!"

Compared to Zhang Hailou's scolding, Zhang Shouxu asked in a trembling voice with a hint of luck: "Yes, it's because the body is damaged again, right? Where is the baby's soul? We, we are all human now, can't we see ghosts? Is the baby's soul right next to us, huh? Xiao Fubao, tell us quickly, is the baby watching us? Is she still angry?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the eyes of the people around them suddenly lit up slightly, and they began to scan the surroundings with sharp eyes, as if trying to find the ghost of their loved ones. But after being awakened, little Fubao no longer fell silent. It waved its two little paws frantically and slapped Zhang Qiling's hands, screaming coldly and cruelly, ruthlessly shattering everyone's last hope.

[No! No, no! Damn it! My sister is dead, did you hear that? She's dead! Her body is cold, and her soul hasn't appeared. She's already dead inside her! My sister's sword was a divine weapon. She used it to commit suicide, and her soul was killed along with it. Did you hear that? She's dead! ! ! !]

The last squeak was so sharp that it seemed to pierce the sky. Everyone's head was buzzing in an instant, and some people even fell to their knees on the ground with a thud.

Dead, dead?

Their loved ones just died like that?

Died at her own hands?

"No, no, no! This is impossible! Darling, she is the Ancestral Qilin, she is the legendary Ancestral Qilin! How could she die? She can't die even if we die. Xiao Fubao, you must be lying to us, yes, you must be lying to us!"

Zhang Zhenxian, who was standing right behind Zhang Hailou, was shaking his head and muttering to himself, his face twisted and distorted with either laughter or tears, looking hideous. But little Fubao wouldn't let them continue to deceive themselves, and even when he was about to be crushed by Zhang Qiling, he was still screaming.

[So what if it's the Ancestral Kirin! My sister's sword is a divine weapon that can kill gods. Didn't you see that my sister's wounds haven't healed at all? My sister's healing ability is so strong. Aside from the shattered body that can't heal on its own, other wounds usually heal on their own. But no! This time, nothing happened! Because that sword is a divine weapon! A divine weapon that kills gods! My sister isn't even a true god. Do you fucking think she can survive a divine weapon?! No! She can't! Because that divine weapon killed my sister's soul, completely and utterly! ! !]

When little Fubao let out his last squeak, the world instantly returned to silence. Everyone was frozen, even their breathing almost stopped. Some people even felt their vision go dark. If it weren't for everyone's strong physique, someone would have fainted long ago.

The artifact that kills gods, the soul and the body are killed together.

Ha, how could this be?

Xiao Fubao's last words completely broke everyone's heart. They seemed to have aged a dozen years in the blink of an eye, and no one's eyes had any luster anymore.

Fatty Wang, Li Cu and the other two who had been standing at the edge from beginning to end also had pale faces. Fatty Wang wiped away the tears that could not stop falling, while the three people next to him had dry and tight throats and their eyes were also red.

The sister who had just gently comforted them through the sound transmission talisman and told them not to be afraid, just committed suicide like that?

what is this!

yeah why?

This question actually has an answer in the hearts of all of them.

Because everyone is deceiving her.

Everyone she thought was her lover was deceiving her.

No one would be able to bear this, let alone so many of them...

Everyone stood there like statues. No one spoke, and no one tried to deceive themselves. They surrounded the person in the middle who seemed to be asleep. Blood-red tears slid down their faces, and their eyes were full of sadness and despair.

Is it really impossible to salvage everything?

They would rather be killed by her than end up like this.

After Xiao Fubao finished screaming, he began to cry, and his tears fell on Zhang Qiling's hands, but he was unaware of it. His eyes were dull, just like when he fell that year.

Little Fubao, who was almost crushed, finally turned on his screen while sobbing.

"Boom!"

When a dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground was heard, everyone subconsciously turned their heads to look, but when they saw a colorless and transparent glass coffin, they were suddenly filled with fear.

Ha, a group of people who started out as tomb robbers were actually very afraid of the beautiful glazed coffin at this moment.

Although Xiao Fubao didn't say anything, everyone could still see that it was created by him. Zhang Shouxu, who had been holding the person tightly, felt a sweet taste in his throat and subconsciously took a step back.

No, no, this shouldn't be the case! She can't, she can't just lie in this cold coffin, she can't...

He had already shed a lot of tears, all of which fell on the person in his arms. He was no longer able to speak. All the pain and despair blocked his voice. Apart from sobbing, he could not say a word.

"No, you can't..."

Zhang Hailou looked at the coffin and spoke in a whisper. He choked and shook his head, unable to accept all this.

Little Fubao didn't say anything. He just covered his eyes with his two little paws and curled up on the shoulder of his beloved sister, as if he also wanted her to accompany her.

If they are suffering, does that mean it is not suffering too?

Doesn't it want her to be well? !

"enough!!!"

When the world was almost silent, another sharp voice rang out. This time it was not Xiao Fubao. On the contrary, the voice came from outside the crowd, and most people were familiar with it.

Zhang Haixing, who was crying so hard that she was almost retching, wiped her face fiercely, then slapped herself hard, forcibly stopping the urge to continue crying, and yelled at the people inside: "Enough! That's enough! Let her go! Let her go! Let her sleep well, okay?! Don't torment her anymore, let her sleep well! I beg you, she is already tired enough! "

Her voice was louder than Xiao Fubao's, and her words were no less lethal than Xiao Fubao's. Every word was like a knife piercing their hearts. Everyone's faces were distorted and hideous in an instant, and they burst into tears almost uncontrollably.

Let go? How could they let go?

Some of them had waited for more than ten years, some for hundreds of years, and some for thousands of years. They had all waited for so many years, just for her, and now, with just a casual word of letting go, they were expected to let her go?!

"Damn it! Letting her sleep doesn't mean we're burying her. The coffin is made of glass, it's transparent, you can see through it, okay? Let her sleep! All her blood has already spilled onto the ground. Don't let it all bleed out anymore!!"

Zhang Haixiong screamed madly, and her words were a little confusing, but these were the only words she could think of to persuade them. She looked at the crowd that had been motionless, wishing she could squeeze to the deepest part and grab the person away, but she couldn't. She couldn't squeeze in, and could only rely on her voice to scream.