Slay the Gods: The spokesperson for Zhulong, starts with the God-killing Gun

Zhang Yun's figure was like a phantom, and he instantly appeared at the location of Village No. 11 holding a small stone.

His movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

Before Little Stone could react, he felt dizzy and found himself leaving the Jinnan Mountains and appearing in a place that seemed somewhat familiar.

Looking at the surrounding scenery, Xiao Shitou's eyes revealed confusion.

He looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar environment in front of him, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.

His eyes wandered around and finally fixed on a big tree.

Only a stump was left of the big tree, with most of the upper half broken off and missing. Only one or two extremely thin branches were left stretched out, but the leaves had almost all fallen off, making it look extremely sad.

Little Stone's heart beat faster and his eyes were fixed on the tree stump.

He saw at a glance that the word "grass" was carved on the bark of the tree stump! Stone's face turned pale instantly, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart.

He rubbed his eyes in panic, took a closer look, and said with a trembling voice: "This...this is...the words carved by Xiaocao and I!!!"

Shitou had already recognized it clearly. This broken tree stump was the ancient tree at the entrance of their village.

He and Xiaocao once played under this tree and carved their names on it as a souvenir of their childhood.

Now, all that was left of the tree was a broken stump, which filled him with a deep sadness and fear.

Thinking of this, a strong sense of uneasiness and fear surged in Xiao Shitou's heart.

"This...this is my village...how could this happen?" His voice trembled with disbelief.

Little Stone tried hard to open his eyes wide, trying to see everything in front of him clearly through the blurry tears.

He panicked, his heart pounding, nearly jumping out of his chest.

He tried his best to look along the path beside the broken wooden stake towards the village behind, hoping to find a familiar trace, a glimmer of hope.

The village at this time is no longer what it used to be.

The big red brick and tile house of Mr. Zhao Erye in front of the village, which used to be the most magnificent and spacious house in the village, has now collapsed into a tomb-like appearance.

The house was built for Mr. Zhao Erye by his son after he made money from business. He hired someone to carry a batch of bricks and tiles to build it for him. It is the pride and symbol of the village.

Because Mr. Zhao was unwilling to follow his son into the city and preferred to stay in his hometown, his son had no choice but to try his best to make the old man live more comfortably.

The house used to be a beautiful landscape in the village. Whenever the sun set, the red brick and tile house would appear particularly warm and dazzling.

But at this moment, the bright house has turned into a pile of ruins, with only broken walls and ruins left. The former pride and warmth are gone, replaced by sadness and despair.

Little Stone's heart was filled with pain and helplessness. He could not accept this cruel reality. His home, his loved ones, everything he had seemed to have disappeared in this disaster.

Xiao Shitou's tears welled up again, and his voice was filled with tears: "Master Zhao...Master Zhao's house..."

His words were filled with sadness and reluctance. He couldn't imagine what the always smiling Mr. Zhao was like now, and he couldn't imagine whether those familiar faces were still safe.

Zhang Yun stood beside Xiao Shitou, his eyes sharp and calm.

He could feel the changes in Little Stone's emotions, and he knew what the tree stump meant to Little Stone.

He gently patted Little Stone's shoulder and said in a low but powerful voice, "Little Stone, we must be strong. Now is not the time to be sad. We must find your family and other villagers as soon as possible."

Xiao Shitou bit his lips tightly, and there was a determination glint in his eyes.

He knew that Zhang Yun was right. Now was not the time to be sad. He had to be strong for Xiaocao, for his family, and for all the villagers.

He nodded, his voice weak but full of determination: "Big Brother, I understand. Let's go."

Behind Mr. Zhao’s big red brick and tile house is Aunt Zhao’s house, which also could not escape the disaster and now only has broken walls and ruins left.

Endless panic and grief surged in Xiao Shitou's heart.

"It's over...why did this happen!!!" There was despair in his voice, but in this despair, there was still a spark of hope flickering.

Little Stone looked back eagerly, because his home was behind Aunt Zhao's house.

His eyes converged, hoping to find a hint of the warmth and security of home.

However, when he saw that his two-room stone house, which was dilapidated but very warm, had collapsed into ruins, the last glimmer of hope in his heart was shattered.

The light in Little Stone's eyes was about to go out.

His heart was broken, as if the whole world had collapsed.

In Zhang Yun's arms, he struggled to move towards the ruins. Deep in his heart, he still held a glimmer of hope that Xiaocao would be safe and sound.

He was still muttering, "Little Grass...Woohoo! Little Grass!!!"

His voice was filled with pain and despair, tears blurred his vision, but he still tried desperately to find his sister.

Zhang Yun followed Xiao Shitou's gaze and immediately realized that the ruins were Xiao Shitou's home.

A hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and then he took a step and appeared at the edge of the ruins in an instant.

His movements were swift and silent, as if he ignored the distance between them.

At this moment, Xiao Shitou no longer had time to care about how magical Zhang Yun's abilities were.

He had only one thought in his mind - to find Xiaocao. He struggled to get off Zhang Yun, holding a stick in one hand, and stood in front of the ruins, shouting loudly:

"Xiaocao!!!!" His voice was trembling, full of anxiety and panic.

"Brother is back! Where have you been?" Little Stone's voice echoed in the empty ruins, but the only responses he received were the sounds of wind and rain.

His heart sank to the bottom, but he was still unwilling to give up. There was a hint of pleading in his voice, hoping that Xiaocao could hear his call and that she would be safe.

He fell to the ground without a sound, digging in the rubble with his hands.

His fingers were scraped raw, blood and dirt mixed together, but he seemed to feel no pain.

He had only one thought, which was to find the grass.

Suddenly, his movements froze, as he saw a small white hand vaguely emerging from the ruins, but now it was extremely cold and without any warmth.

Xiao Shitou's pupils suddenly contracted and his heart almost stopped beating.

With trembling hands, he slowly reached out to the little hand, his heart filled with fear and disbelief.

When his fingers touched the cold little hand, his world seemed to stop at that moment.

A low, desperate sob escaped his throat, his eyes filled with tears, and his heart was completely broken.

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