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Inhuman
"Uncle Zhu, let me wipe your sweat …"
"Auntie Hu, what delicious food are you making today?"
"Uncle Ying, that book is so hard to understand. I don't want to study it anymore."
The children spread out. The girls jumped into the arms of the brown-skinned fox spirit and acted coquettishly. The boys helped a few ferocious-looking pig spirits farm. There were also a few who complained to the white-haired eagle spirit.
If one did not mention their race, this was a normal family. It was a warm little village.
"The spirits have cast a spell on the children to cover their eyes. They're treating them like their elders."
Qin Hao's Ten Thousand Spirit Fiery Eyes shone faintly. The children were not blind, but when they looked at the pig spirits, they saw different faces. Perhaps in their eyes, the fat and ugly pig spirits were strong uncles.
The fox spirits and eagles were the same. They became kind aunties and amiable old men.
"Silly children, how can you not study? Only by studying the books of the saints can you broaden your horizons. Only then can you walk the world in the future." The white-bearded eagle stroked the children's heads and taught them attentively.
The pig spirits rested for a moment before they snatched the rakes and hoes from the boys' hands. When they saw the thin and weak children farming clumsily, it was as if the pig spirits felt sorry for them and could not bear to see them do such heavy work.
"Cough, cough. I'm sorry for disturbing you. Please have a cup of tea." Qin Hao cleared his throat and walked toward the thatched cottage.
His cough immediately caused the pig spirits who were farming, the fox who was cooking, and the eagle who was teaching to cast wary glances at him. They instinctively reached out to block the children behind them.
"A human cultivator." A red-furred fox's eyes shone with sharpness.
"Don't be rash. His cultivation is very strong. We're no match for him."
The eagle immediately sent a message to the fox. It was not that they were afraid of death, but if they died, what would happen to the children who had no one to rely on?
The pig spirits also gripped their rakes and hoes tightly. They stared at Qin Hao cautiously as he approached. If anything strange happened, they would definitely swarm forward and protect the children.
"I don't mean any harm. I'm just thirsty. You don't mind, do you?"
Qin Hao used a normal tone to communicate. Although the figures in front of him were all ugly and deformed, he tried his best to act as if he was talking to a human.
"Since you've come from afar, this old man will naturally serve you tea." Old Eagle patted the shoulder of the child in his arms. "Go and find your Auntie Hu."
"Uncle Ying, we haven't seen anyone else in a long time."
A girl looked at Qin Hao walking over with a face full of interest. The other children were the same. It seemed that other than these 'elders', they had never seen a human before.
"Hua 'er, be good."
The brown-skinned fox shouted. The girl pouted and walked over unhappily. Then, the group of children were dragged into the thatched cottage by the fox demon and never came out again.
"Guest, please come in for some tea."
Eagle Head extended his hand towards Qin Hao, gesturing for the pig spirits to lower their guard and not make any unnecessary struggles. This human youth in front of them was extremely powerful, and Eagle Head couldn't see through him at all. If he wanted to kill them, they wouldn't be able to retaliate at all.
"Many thanks."
Qin Hao took a deep look at the thatched cottage the children were in, then followed Eagle Head to the other cottage.
"Guest, please." Eagle Head poured a cup of tea on a simple wooden table. "My humble cottage's tea is bitter. Please forgive me."
Qin Hao raised his hand and finished his sentence. After tasting it, he nodded and said, "Good tea."
Eagle Head was slightly taken aback. Although it was called tea, it was actually just plain water that they had fetched from a mountain stream. There wasn't even a single tea leaf in it. This youth's cultivation was extremely high, and he should be a descendant of a large human clan. Why would he praise plain water?
"Guest, where did you come from?" Eagle Head asked.
"Gui Shan."
Qin Hao casually mentioned a city that he had passed by. However, that city had long since been reduced to ruins, and corpses littered the ground.
"Guest must be joking. Ever since the start of the Fire Beacon, not a single person within ten thousand li has been left alive. How could Guest have come from Gui Shan?"
Eagle Head helplessly smiled. He clearly knew that this was a lie. Sighing, he stood up from his chair and kneeled before Qin Hao. "Guest, please do it, but please leave their corpses intact. In addition … those children are pitiful. If Guest still has a shred of compassion for them, please bring them back to the Human Race's Holy City and treat them as you wish. Even if you leave them on the streets as little beggars, it's fine."
After he finished speaking, Old Eagle Head kowtowed.
"I think you've misunderstood."
Qin Hao was very surprised. "Although I'm not from Guilin, I did come from afar. I only passed by to ask a few questions. I have no intention of killing you."
"You're not from Sin Refinement Sect?" Eagle Head raised his head.
"No," Qin Hao replied.
"Then … you're an expert from the Yan Cooking Holy City?" Eagle Head asked again.
"That's not it either."
Qin Hao shook his head. "This one is only passing by. I'm not familiar with this place. I hope Dao Friend can tell me a thing or two about the powers in this area."
The Mirror of Reincarnation had brought Qin Hao here. Now, he could be sure that they were in a small plane under the jurisdiction of the Slaughter Realm. However, Qin Hao did not know the exact location. Thus, he had to ask clearly and pay attention to which areas were controlled by experts so that it would be convenient for him to pass through the Slaughter Realm.
"Phew."
Eagle Head exhaled heavily and slowly stood up. "You're indeed not from Sin Refinement Sect or the Holy City. Because they don't have such an attitude. They definitely won't be polite to lowly demons."
"I'd like to hear the details."
Qin Hao could hear the sorrow in Eagle Head's voice. "Why were the cities within ten thousand li destroyed and corpses strewn everywhere?"
"Guest, do you know about the Hundred Year Fire Beacon?" Eagle Head asked.
"I don't know." Qin Hao did not know anything about this place.
"This …" Eagle Head stared at Qin Hao with a hint of shock in his eyes. He seemed to have confirmed something in his heart. "The Hundred Year War Beacon is a realm war set by the God of Slaughter. The war within the realm will last for five hundred years and the slaughter will not stop for even a moment. All living beings will have to endure the baptism of the Dao of Slaughter."
The God of Slaughter's way of managing the Slaughter Realm was different from the other God Realms. It was simply cruel. Every five hundred years, every time the Hundred Year War Beacon was lit, the realms in the Slaughter Realm would be imbalanced. All orthodoxies and races would be plundered and killed without any rules.
There was only one rule, kill!
As long as you were strong enough, you could kill everything until you were alone in this world.
Unless the Hundred Year War Beacon was extinguished, the slaughter and blood in the entire God Realm would never stop.
At first, the realms were not so chaotic. The orthodoxies and Holy Lands still silently abided by some morals. However, after several cycles, every time the Hundred Year War Beacon was lit, they would all turn into demons.
Because if you didn't kill, you would be killed.
In order to survive, in order to protect their own clansmen and disciples, they had to kill other Sect's forces.
The Hundred Year War Beacon would be extinguished. In these five hundred years, there was only one path for everyone to walk, and that was to kill tirelessly and strive to survive until the Hundred Year War Beacon was extinguished.
"Why did the God of Slaughter do this?"
Even though Qin Hao had experienced countless storms, including the destruction of the Sword World, hearing Eagle Head's words still made his hair stand on end.
The Slaughter Realm was simply inhumane!
Eagle Head shook his head. "The will of a God is not something a mortal ant can fathom. We can only live according to the laws set by the God."
Five hundred years of life, five hundred years of slaughter. Old Eagle rejoiced that he had been born before the opening of the Fire Beacon. In those five hundred years, the world of slaughter was a normal world. Although there were still unavoidable battles, the majority of the races were very peaceful, living out their normal lives.
However, the five hundred years after that was hell!
Now, the children who had lost their parents were living in hell. They were a group of lowly demons, picking up weak lives from the bloodshed of the entire world and hiding in this remote mountain forest. They forged a fragile line, allowing the pitiful lives to live on, doing their best to let them continue the human race's knowledge.
"Humans kill, demons save, really …" Qin Hao was speechless.
"Dear guest, this Heavenly Dao isn't a place you should come to. Quickly think of a way to leave, the further the better. Leave this Heavenly Dao, leave this entire world of slaughter, and never come back again." Old Eagle Head's tears flowed like he was weeping blood.