I farmed in military academy and crushed the entire intergalactic world.

Chapter 690 Go for it, best friend!

Chapter 690 Go for it, best friend!

"So, what should we do?"

What can ordinary humans, who are so weak that they can easily choke to death even when drinking water, do without any inherited memories?

Lin Xiaohe chuckled: "Defeat the remaining three major cities, rebuild the Underworld, and sublimate in the cycle of reincarnation."

After the city lord of the City of the Dead was defeated, Lin Xiaohe obtained a small portion of the boundary marker keys.

The information contained within the key is more valuable than the power it holds.

The information Lin Xiaohe just shared with the bigwigs of Dongguo was only a part of it.

In fact, Pangu, Nuwa, and Houtu are all the same person—one of the divine heirs!

In the final battle between the Underworld and the Four Great Cities, the Underworld was unfortunately defeated. However, Houtu Niangniang did not surrender but instead threw a portion of her remaining power into the chaotic flow of rules.

In other words, only by defeating the three major cities, reclaiming the core spiritual essence of the underworld, and then retrieving the lost fragments of the underworld's spiritual essence from the chaotic flow of rules, can a new underworld be pieced together like building blocks.

Each city conquered unlocks a layer of seal on the people of the East.

Once all four layers are unlocked, the people of the Eastern Kingdom will be able to restore their physical strength to that of the late-stage Witch Clan.

Through repeated nourishment in the underworld, the soul will become stronger.

As for whether it is possible to restore the ancient gods to their normal level, Lin Xiaohe believes that it is impossible.

For example, if you try to cram an iceberg into a 50-liter box, the end result will be that the iceberg will shatter into countless pieces, and the box will only be filled with tiny fragments.

The ancient gods are like this iceberg.

Before they were even crammed into the boundary marker, they had already been broken into pieces during the long war.

No matter how much the ice in the box melts and is reshaped, it will only hold 50 liters and will not turn back into an iceberg.

After concisely explaining their next goal to the bigwigs of the Eastern Kingdom, Lin Xiaohe flew to the west gate of the City of the Dead.

"Here you go, keep doing what you used to do."

Lin Xiaohe handed a long spoon and a broken jar to a woman with fair skin, a plump figure, and wearing a light blue linen dress.

The woman pursed her lips, seemingly reluctant to accept it: "I've been doing this for many years, I've had enough."

Lin Xiaohe didn't care about any of that: "You can't find a third person in the whole city who knows how to brew Meng Po soup. You've been boiled to death, haven't you? Just to wait for this day."

"Everything is as you wish. Our next step is to conquer the three major cities, rebuild the Underworld, and restore the cycle of reincarnation. Or do you intend to give up? Comrade Meng Po, your thinking is very dangerous!"

Meng Po...

She realized that Lin Xiaohe was no good person at all; she could even fool ghosts!

"Can you swear that everything you said is true? Are you hiding something from me?"

Lin Xiaohe's expression was exceptionally sincere: "Can't we still have a little sincerity and trust between us? Yes, in the Ming Tombs instance, I didn't tell you the whole plan. But pat your heart and tell me honestly, did you achieve your goal? Not only did you achieve it, but you exceeded it."

"The city of the dead has been destroyed! You've gained weight. Look, what a wonderful result! You're good, I'm good, everyone's good."

Meng Po was speechless.

Without a word, Lin Xiaohe shoved the spoon and jar into her hands, turned around, and disappeared from the spot.

The next second, she appeared in a small village on the outskirts of the City of the Dead.

The village has changed dramatically; it's no longer lazy and quiet as a chicken coop. The newly arrived people from the East not only renovated the houses but also leveled all the village paths.

Even worse, some started preparing to burn the wasteland. Although they hadn't decided what to plant, they could at least clear the land first.

Do the mixed-race people in the village still want to lie on the ground and live a muddled life?

That's absolutely impossible!

In the eyes of the people of Dongguo (Eastern Japan), whether you're breathing or not, you have to get up and work. Especially the new generation from the beautiful country, the cherry blossom country, and the kimchi country—if you don't squeeze every last drop of energy out of them, you're not worthy of being called a Dongguo person!

Lin Xiaohe paused, this familiar busyness and intense competition felt just right.

Xiao Hei's antennae rubbed against Lin Xiaohe's calf: "Xiaohe, why didn't you knock? Didn't you want to give the Merit Ruler to Wang Shuxiang? She's inside, or rather, she's at the door, waiting for you to knock."

Xinbao sighed like a little adult: "Xiao Hei, you don't understand. Xiao He doesn't know how to explain it to Wang Shuxiang."

Little Black's brain worked its magic: "What do you want me to explain?"

She did whatever Xiaohe told her to do. Melina and Weasley never asked Xiaohe why.

Xinbao stretched out two leaves and touched Lin Xiaohe's cheek: "Ms. Wang Shuxiang is the mother of this body. But Xiaohe has taken over the body."

Little Black...

In the Zerg, the body never belongs to the individual, but to the species. Forget about possessing a body; even if a Zerg were to be reforged, it would willingly crawl to the forge without complaint.

Xinbao: "Let's change the perspective. If Xiaohe's body were possessed by the Divine Heir, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Hei said menacingly, "Kill her!"

Okay, Xiao Hei is silent now.

Lin Xiaohe took a deep breath and was about to knock when the wooden door opened from the inside.

Wang Shuxiang stood at the door with a smile, carefully looking Lin Xiaohe up and down. After a long while, she said with relief, "It's good that you're still alive."

Aren't you angry with me?

"Why blame you? Actually, I had a feeling about this. My daughter is a very home-loving child and doesn't have much ambition. Her biggest wish is to find a stable job locally and live close to us, preferably across the hall."

Wang Shuxiang's vision was blurry, but she seemed to see that saccharine little girl smiling at her.

“You’ve never hidden anything, never impersonated anyone. You’ve never called me ‘Mom,’ nor ‘Dad.’ The old man is thick-skinned and can’t see anything. But a mother and daughter are connected at heart; she’s flesh and blood of my flesh, how could I not feel it?”

Lin Xiaohe handed her the merit ruler: "So, you left it here on purpose."

Wang Shuxiang didn't take the ruler, but wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeve: "Yes. I heard your call at that time, but I still wanted to stay here and look for my silly girl."

“I searched and searched, but I couldn’t find it. I thought I had to climb higher, and maybe my daughter would see me and come looking for me.”

Wang Shuxiang's voice trembled: "Do you...do you know where she is?"

Lin Xiaohe: "I don't know, but I can tell you that your girl is the reincarnation of Houtu Niangniang."

Wang Shuxiang was taken aback, then she took the merit ruler: "Thank you. Um... although I don't treat you like a daughter, I treat you like a best friend. You are the first person to tell me that women can still build a career no matter how old they are."

Lin Xiaohe smiled and nodded, then turned and left.

She put her right hand in her pocket, raised her left hand, and waved: "Go for it... my bestie."