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

Under the magical effect of the Wood Spirit True Water, the grass's body quickly recovered its vitality, as if a dead tree came back to life in spring, exuding new energy.

All the wounds on her body disappeared, her skin became as smooth as before, and she looked as cute, pure and flawless as a little porcelain doll.

Xiaocao's eyes slowly opened, and the image of the little stone was reflected in her pupils.

"elder brother!!!"

There was a hint of surprise and dependence in her voice. She hugged Xiao Shitou and snuggled tightly in his arms.

"hiss!!!"

Little Stone hugged the grass and breathed softly to himself.

Xiaocao held the little stone too tightly and moved too much, accidentally irritating the wound on his foot.

Little Stone didn't dare to scream too loudly for fear of worrying Little Grass, so he could only endure the pain.

Zhang Yun watched this scene from the side and couldn't help laughing.

He shook his head slightly and said self-deprecatingly:

"I forgot to treat this kid!" There was a hint of apology and pampering in his words.

Then, Zhang Yun waved his hand lightly, and a drop of Wood Spirit True Water fell from his fingertips and landed on the wound on Xiao Shitou's broken leg.

In an instant, a cool feeling appeared on Xiao Shitou's legs, as if a clear spring was flowing through the dry land, bringing vitality and comfort.

Little Stone found that his feet didn't hurt at all, but felt very comfortable instead.

There was also a slight itchy feeling, which was a sign that the wound was healing quickly. Little Stone's leg healed instantly, and he looked at his leg in surprise, unable to believe it was real.

"Is...is it okay now?" There was a hint of disbelief and surprise in Xiao Shitou's voice. He tried to move his legs and found that there was really no discomfort, as if the previous pain was just a dream.

Xiaocao raised his head and looked at Xiaoshitou's legs, with surprise and curiosity in his eyes.

She stretched out her little hand and gently touched Xiao Shitou's leg. After confirming that the wound had really disappeared, a happy smile appeared on her face.

"Brother, you are so awesome!" There was a hint of admiration and pride in Xiaocao's voice, and her eyes were shining, as if to say that her brother was the most awesome person in the world.

Then, Xiaocao's gaze turned to the ruins of the village. The once familiar scene was now devastated.

Her eyes were filled with sadness and disbelief, and suddenly, she burst into tears.

"Woo woo woo! Aunt Zhao!!!"

Her crying was filled with deep sorrow and helplessness.

Seeing Xiaocao crying, Xiaoshi comforted her and asked anxiously:

"What's wrong with Aunt Zhao?" There was a slight tremor in his voice, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

After listening to Xiaocao's intermittent narration, Xiaoshitou and Zhang Yun fell silent.

Little Stone didn't expect that Aunt Zhao was accidentally washed away by the mudslide because she was going to look for him.

His heart was filled with self-blame and pain. He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palms.

Zhang Yun also had a gloomy look at this time. He glanced at the village when he just came over.

There was no sign of life here. Apart from small stones and grass, there were 8 bodies buried in the ruins. They were all villagers who unfortunately died in the disaster.

Among them was a person who looked like an old lady, with a look of horror on her face, drowned in a mud pit not far away.

Her face still showed the pain and fear before death, and this scene made Zhang Yun feel heavy.

Zhang Yun sighed softly, his eyes revealing a deep sadness.

He knew that behind every lost life there was a family story, and every face carried the thoughts and concerns of loved ones.

He closed his eyes and with a thought, the rain around him seemed to have received an order and began to condense and take shape.

Countless pairs of huge hands condensed from rain appeared, dancing in the air as if they had life.

These big hands, gentle yet powerful, began to move the rubble and soil, revealing the bodies.

They moved with great care, as if they were treating the most precious treasures, unwilling to cause any further disturbance to these dead lives.

Then, these big hands of rain grabbed the corpses and gently placed them in front of Zhang Yun.

The bodies were all mutilated, some were disfigured by mudslides, and some were deformed by heavy objects. Each one was a cause for grief and sorrow.

They were once residents of this village, parents, children, brothers and sisters of others, but now they lie here quietly, silently telling the cruelty of the disaster.

Zhang Yun stood quietly in front of the corpses, his figure looking particularly lonely in the rain.

Then, Zhang Yun's hands began to form seals quickly, his fingers dancing flexibly and skillfully, drawing mysterious tracks in the air.

He murmured an ancient spell: "Soul, come back————!"

The voice was deep and powerful, as if it could penetrate the boundary between life and death and call back the lost souls.

Following Zhang Yun's spell, souls emitting spiritual light gradually appeared. They wandered in the air, confused and uneasy.

Under Zhang Yun's control, these souls slowly returned to their own bodies, like birds returning to their nests, finding their own home.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Yun condensed several drops of Wood Spirit Water. These drops of water flashed with green light in the air, full of vitality and vigor.

Afterwards, he melted a drop of Wood Spirit Water into each person's body. As soon as these water drops touched the corpse, they immediately emitted powerful vitality.

Their broken hands and feet all recovered quickly, their skin healed, and their flesh and blood regenerated, as if time had gone back, and the miracle of life was revealed at this moment.

Then, they opened their eyes one by one, their eyes filled with surprise and disbelief.

"Am I not dead?"

Aunt Zhao looked around in confusion, her voice trembling slightly, and it was obvious that she had not yet recovered from the shock of death.

The small stones and grass nearby stared in amazement, their eyes as big as copper bells.

They couldn't believe their eyes; the scene before them was beyond their comprehension.

"Wow! This big brother is so awesome! Are you a god?" Xiaocao asked innocently, with admiration and curiosity flashing in her eyes.

In her young mind, Zhang Yun's behavior was undoubtedly magical and powerful, like a legendary god.

Zhang Yun smiled slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of gentleness and humility:

"I'm not a god, Xiaocao. I'm just someone who can help you."

His voice was calm and gentle, trying to make Xiaocao understand that he was just an ordinary person who just had some special abilities.

Little Stone stood aside, his heart filled with gratitude and admiration.

He knew that Zhang Yun had not only saved him and Xiaocao, but also the entire village. He bowed deeply, his voice choking with sobs:

"Thank you, Brother Zhang Yun, you saved us all."

Zhang Yun waved his hand gently. He knew that everything he did was out of responsibility and obligation.

His eyes swept over the resurrected villagers again, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He knew that although he was able to save lives, the trauma and pain caused by the disaster would take longer to heal.

But just now!

Zhang Yun, however, had a gloomy look in his eyes, looking around!

Looking towards a place in the mountains of Jinnan.

His expression was cold and stern.

"court death!!!"

Then Zhang Yun spoke.

"Little Stone! I have something to do. I'll come see you guys later!"

The figure disappeared in an instant!

Leaving behind a group of stunned villagers!