Chapter 987 The atmosphere is a bit off.

In a family's home.

"Mom, don't feel bad." A dark figure looked at the woman in front of him and slowly knelt down: "The child is unfilial and cannot be filial to his mother, so he will follow his father."

"But please rest assured, mother, the government will provide a monthly pension, which will be enough for food and clothing. My comrades will also help."

"As for the second and third children..." The heroic spirit turned to look at the other two young men who were also crying.

The second child said loudly: "Brother, don't worry, this god will have a feud with us from now on! Dad is gone, eldest brother is gone, it's my turn! I will sign up to join the army tomorrow!"

"Me too..." The third child also wiped his tears.

But before he finished speaking, the second child kicked him directly: "You don't have anything to do, just stay at home and support your mother in her old age!"

The woman suddenly wiped away her tears, raised her head and said, "Go! Third child, you will go tomorrow too!"

"Mom..." Ying Ling was stunned.

"The second child said that the gods and we are feuding! As long as there is one alive in my old Wang family, I will eat the gods to the end!" The woman's eyes were red: "I will go to the military canteen to make steamed buns tomorrow. The second child, the third child , if you also die in the battle, your mother will carry the gun on the battlefield for you!"

"I want to see if we, the sixteen members of the old Wang family, are photographed one by one, who will die first, or the gods!"

A woman over forty is like an angry lioness, with the aura of a woman who won't let a man down!

Daxia people will never be afraid of the sacrifice of their family members.

It will only make you more hateful and angry!

Fight until death!

"Okay, let's not talk about this for now." The woman took out a bottle of wine and subconsciously handed it to the heroic spirit.

The heroic spirit was stunned and shook his head helplessly.

The woman slowly poured the wine on the ground, and the wine passed through the heroic spirit's body, releasing a strong smell of alcohol.

The woman wiped her tears and said, "This pot of wine is your father's treasure."

"When you get there, tell your dad that everything is fine at home and don't worry about him."

"You can fight with your father over there! I'll burn some paper money for you later!"

Parting always seems extremely long.

In these ten minutes, Daxia felt sad.

But those who leave will always leave, and the living still need to bear hope.

ten minutes later.

One hundred thousand heroic spirits floated rapidly from all directions in Daxia, passed through the Great Steel Wall, and returned to the sea.

They looked at the Great Steel Wall and the soldiers who were still alive, with smiles on their lips.

"Little Heizi, live well and don't let me see you down there! Otherwise I'll really kick you!"

"Old squad leader, brothers go first!"

"Live well!"

"Hold the Great Steel Wall and wait for me to come back! If I don't see you when I come back, you're screwed!"

"Chicken Feet, help me take care of my wife!"

The surviving soldiers all turned red-eyed, but they still managed to smile and responded: "Brother Bo, go down below and help me bring a message to the company commander, just say... I have taken good care of his wife. Just now." Get pregnant and tell him not to worry.”

"Brother Wang, help me say hello to my uncle!"

"Brother, I will definitely take good care of your wife, don't worry!"

And while the soldiers were reluctant to leave, on the sea, the chickens and ducks who died fighting for mankind were also clucking.

On the Great Steel Wall, the hens and roosters responded with the same reluctance. There were even hens holding eggs, as if to let the roosters leave with peace of mind.

"Don't worry, Daxia will not forget your contribution." Daji said to the chickens and ducks who died in the battle: "The names of the chicken clan will be written in the history of Daxia. Daxia will build statues of chickens for you. We will even create a chicken song for you to commemorate you. Praising your greatness and praising your beauty, the first line will be, "Chicken, you are so beautiful."

The chickens were very moved.

"Okay, the time has come." Lin Fan sighed, interrupted the reluctant farewell, and slowly stretched out a hand: "Let's go."

"Crash!"

The chains that briefly bound them and separated them from the rules of life and death were pulled out of the bodies of the heroic spirits. In just an instant, the rules of life and death came!

The dark door slowly opened, and in the eyes of Lin Fan, Mr. Zhang, and the heroes who died in battle, the acting walking god of death in a red cloak slowly walked out...

Lin Fan: "???"

Mr. Zhang: "???"

Heroic spirit who died in battle: "???"

Although ordinary people cannot see it, because Lin Fan and Elder Zhang have very special vocations, they can also see the walking death god like the heroic spirits.

The scene became somewhat silent.

The walking god of death seemed a little embarrassed, and slowly saluted: "Comrades, please follow me!"

Everyone: "???"

"What's going on?" Mr. Zhang was confused: "What the hell, your appearance has completely changed..."

"What are you doing with Mercy and the brothers over there?" Lin Fan also looked in disbelief, and then said to the Walking Death God: "Didn't you resist taking our people to the other side before?"

The acting Death God said solemnly: "Before, my consciousness was too low. Now Comrade Compassion has unified the Death Plane and educated me and the Walking Death Gods. We Walking Death Gods also understand that even the God of Death should serve the proletariat." Struggle for the great rejuvenation of China! Long live communism!”

Speaking of excitement, the acting walking reaper couldn't help but hold his scythe high.

"To be honest, if it weren't for the restrictions of the rules of life and death, I would even want to practice favoritism to keep you alive and continue to fight for the proletarian brothers!"

"But now, life and death matter." The acting God of Death said this and said: "Please, gentlemen...ah, comrades, please come with me, I will lead the way!"

Heroic spirits: "..."

At first, everyone wanted to resist and say a few harsh words, but they never expected that the walking god of death would be so polite...

And he looks like one of his own!

He even called me "comrade"!

The heroic spirits silently saluted the Great Steel Wall, and the brothers who were still alive on the Steel Wall also saluted slowly.

"Let's go! Take care!"

"Brothers, live well. Let's go down and wait for you...ah, I mean, wait for us to come back!"

"Hahaha, I'm looking forward to it...My grandfather and I haven't seen each other for decades. My grandfather loved me the most when I was a child."

"Don't tell me, I burn a carload of paper for my grandma every year. I guess everyone down there will become a big landlord. I'm just waiting to go there and be rich and drink hot food."

"Damn, it's over. I don't burn paper every Qingming Festival. It's over. My ancestors will beat me to death..." Halfway through, a soldier turned around and said, "Mom, remember to burn more paper for me! I'll share it below. One point! If it doesn’t work, burn some more guns for me and I can grab them from below!”

"Don't worry, we have them all down there." The agent walking Death smiled and said, "There is no shortage of supplies over there now."

A soldier who died in battle with the resentment of being single said with a complex look on his face: "So, is there a wife over there?"

"There are...there are souls from various races, human race, orc race, fox race..." Walking Death said helplessly: "Many single warriors over there have found partners, even if you have a big appetite, or just like to play As for the skeleton, even the female walking death can be talked about... Moreover, I heard those soldiers say that the feeling of soul fusion is more wonderful than when they were alive..."

"Stop talking and take me there!"

The heroic spirits turned around and walked towards the other side, feeling somewhat expectant and happy...

The soldiers watched silently as the heroic spirits slowly disappeared.

There was silence.

The silence lasted for three minutes.

A single soldier suddenly said: "Damn, I'm so envious. If I had known I could find someone over there, I would have gone and sent him one..."

"Yes, there are all kinds of races, even walking death gods with skeletons..."

The originally sad atmosphere suddenly began to go astray.