"I don't believe it. Someone is singing this time?"
Ye Qing stood in a wasteland. The wasteland was filled with a strong miasma. The smell of it would make people hallucinate and cause sores on the skin. Therefore, there were few people and even few flesh and blood creatures.
Of course, these miasmas had no impact on Ye Qing.
The reason why he came here was to escape the weird and weird nursery rhymes.
He didn't believe that there was no one but ghosts singing!
Then, as soon as he finished speaking, he saw a gust of wind blowing, carrying the miasmatic breeze, blowing through the canyon, brushing the treetops, and passing through the withered grass, interweaving a spooky and weird sound.
"April and a half, the sound is slow, the rain hits the banana trees and everything is dark..."
"The miasma arises, the wind blows, and the tree on Mad Lord's grave withers..."
"April and a half, I'm looking at the night, the stars are blinking and the moon is blooming..."
"The soul is flying, the heart is trembling, and the bones are scattered in the mad king's tomb..."
…
"That's okay..."
Ye Qing was speechless. The wind could sing. Is there any justice?
Not only that, in his feeling, the wind also became like those people before, dull and rigid, without any sense of agility and vitality, floating around him, like faces and eyes,
Stare at him.
Likewise, with the wind blowing, the sound of nursery rhymes, and the vague feeling of death, he got one step closer.
"boom……"
Ye Qing punched out, like a rushing stream, the breeze and miasma within a hundred miles radius were shattered and annihilated by the punch.
Within a hundred miles, there were no clouds, no wind and no sound.
But after a while, birds flew from a distance and landed on the branches nearby, chirping.
Gradually, the bright and clear eyes of those birds became hollow and numb
, like a puppet, their heads turned 180 degrees and looked at Ye Qing.
Then, there is no more.
As soon as those birds opened their mouths, they were punched into pieces by Ye Qing.
But even though the bird died, the feeling of malice and death did not disappear with it, but became even stronger.
"Hey, I still don't believe it..."
There was a sneer in Ye Qing's eyes, and he took a step forward, riding on the wind and crushing the sky.
…
"It's really haunting..."
Ye Qing stood by a river, watching the fish and shrimps floating on the water. They all stared at him and spit out bubbles one by one.
The bubbles burst, and a spooky nursery rhyme sounded.
Ye Qing's eyes flashed coldly, and he stamped his foot, and powerful force spurted out. The river that stretched for more than ten miles seemed to be boiling, rolling and rolling, and the mist was steaming.
In just a few breaths, the entire river dried up and evaporated, and all the fish, shrimp, and monsters turned into ashes.
After doing all this, Ye Qing's eyes flashed with a trace of irritability and sullenness, his whole body's Qi fluctuated, and his spirit was exhausted.
If anyone could watch his luck, he would find that the top of Ye Qing's head and body were already filled with darkness and lifelessness.
To put it simply, Ye Qing has been eroded and surrounded by death.
May die at any time.
This is the third day. Three days have passed since the Longmen Pass nursery rhyme happened that day.
In the past three days, he has traveled thousands of miles, traveling to thousands of miles, including bustling towns, deserts that are inaccessible, unattainable snow peaks, bottomless rivers, and strange places. In dangerous places, there are spiritual mountains where experts hide...
However, when he entered the town, the residents sang nursery rhymes; when he went to the desert, the wind
The sand becomes a nursery rhyme; when he climbs the snow peak, the wind and snow become a nursery rhyme; when he dives into the river, the flowing water becomes a nursery rhyme; when he enters dangerous places, he sings strange nursery rhymes; when he climbs the spiritual mountain, the bells and chimes become a nursery rhyme...
All in all, no matter where he goes, no matter where he goes, no matter how hard he tries, he can hear those nursery rhymes. He can't get rid of those nursery rhymes, and he can't find the person behind the scenes, the culprit.
Although those nursery rhymes did not directly cause any harm to him, with the nursery rhymes, his luck became weaker and weaker, his disaster became more and more serious, and his murderous intention became more and more intense.
The feeling that luck is slowly dissipating but there is nothing to be done about it, that murderous intent is coming slowly but there is nothing to be done about it, that feeling that death is getting closer but there is nothing you can do about it, is undoubtedly the most tortured, helpless, despairing, and devastating feeling.
But now, he has been completely shrouded in murder and calamity, and has been completely covered by the meaning of death and annihilation.
Murder may come at any time;
Death can come at any time.
This feeling that you may die at any time and that your destiny is controlled by others but you cannot control it is undoubtedly the most terrifying thing.
There is great terror and fear between life and death, and they are never empty words.
And the other party's doing this not only cuts off his luck and prevents accidents, but also means to torture him.
"The time has come, aren't you going to take action? What are you waiting for?"
Ye Qing suddenly raised his head, with a gloomy expression, and shouted loudly: "Using such an evil method, don't you feel shameless? Don't you feel despicable?"
"You dare to do it, but don't you dare to come out? Don't you dare to show up?"
"Come out, come on, come and kill me, come and kill me..."
shouting
Shouting, Ye Qing almost went crazy, with a ferocious expression, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was shouting hysterically.
The terrifying Qi swept out and turned into a violent wind. Trees within dozens of miles were directly uprooted. Several feet of land were lifted up, mixed with the flying trees, forming a cloud that blocked the sky and the sun. The sandstorm was extremely terrifying.
"Come out, what are you afraid of? Are you afraid of me? Hahaha...coward...you are just a coward..."
Ye Qing roared wildly, the sound was like thunder, and the storm filled the sky, becoming more and more violent and chaotic.
Suddenly, Ye Qing seemed to realize something, and his eyes narrowed.
At this moment, the violent and chaotic storm meekly parted to both sides, revealing a passage.
In the storm passage, a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing white fox fur, with a thin and elegant appearance, walked slowly.
Behind the middle-aged man, there was also an octogenarian with an ordinary appearance. The old man followed suit, his eyebrows were lowered, he was low-key and humble, like a servant or a shadow. If you don't pay attention, it is very easy to ignore.
As the two people walked slowly, the violent and chaotic storm seemed to be pressed and smoothed by an invisible big hand. The pure and dirty separated, and the dust slowly fell, leaving only the gentle breeze surrounding the two of them, blowing their clothes. .
"Who are you?" Ye Qing asked warily.
"Aren't you looking for me? So, here I come!" The thin man looked at Ye Qing.
"It's you!"
Ye Qing said gloomily: "So you did all this?"
"Who are you? What grudges do we have? Why do you do this?"
"Isn't Mad Lord very smart? Doesn't he play with everyone?"
Thin man
Zi joked: "Then Mad Lord, you might as well guess, who am I, what is the enmity between us, and why do I do this?"
