It’s just those houses, some are blazing inside, some are filled with frost, some are highly poisonous, some are filled with ants and insects, some have floors covered with spikes, some have nails everywhere on their walls...
The criss-crossing streets seem ordinary, but everyone walking on them is cautious and solemn, as if it is not a flat and open street, but a steel cable or single-plank bridge on the cliff. Will fall into the abyss and die without a complete body.
The bustling pedestrians all look like humans or ghosts, drinking molten iron, eating charcoal, and wearing iron clothes...
As Ye Qing walked into the city, various feelings such as hunger, fatigue, weakness, cold, heat, pain, irritability, and fear gradually came to his heart, and as time went by, these feelings became stronger and stronger.
This feeling is not only a psychological and spiritual illusion, but also a real physical perception.
Therefore, it does not mean that you can get through it by gritting your teeth and enduring with a strong will, but that you really need to eat, drink water, sleep, dress, etc., otherwise you will die.
However, in Xudu City, there is no food, no water, no bed, no clothes. Only charcoal can satisfy hunger, only molten iron can quench thirst, only various houses can refresh oneself, only iron clothes can keep out the cold, and only skinning can relieve the cold. heat……
"Hey, this street..."
Suddenly, Ye Qing seemed to realize something and looked at the ground under his feet.
At this moment, the pedestrians on the street suddenly screamed, and their shoes suddenly smoked and turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.
And when they stepped on the ground with their bare feet, it was like stepping on a red-hot iron, making a sizzling sound, and with every step they took, large chunks of flesh and blood were torn off their feet.
Suddenly, the pedestrians on the street screamed repeatedly, but the pedestrians on the other street were safe and sound.
Therefore, amid the screams one after another, everyone rushed to run towards the side street.
"Senior... let's go over there quickly. This street will get hotter and hotter. If we don't go there, we might burn people to death."
Although they were grinning from the heat, it was obvious that Ye Qing and Papermaker did not move, and the three-eyed man also endured the pain and did not move.
"Well, let's go."
Ye Qing glanced at the man three times. He was now rough-skinned and thick-flesh, and this little temperature was nothing to him. However, after seeing the man's painful expression, he did not persist and nodded.
"Thank you, Master..."
The three of them were not far from another street, and they reached that street in a few seconds.
But in just a few breaths, the temperature on that street increased by more than two or three times. Ye Qing saw with his own eyes that some people were halfway through because they were too far away, and the flesh and blood on their feet had been completely burnt to the bone. Separated, turned into charcoal, and then fell to the ground.
In an instant, his body came into contact with the hot street, and large pieces of flesh and blood were scorched to the point of hissing, green smoke was rising, and the smell of meat overflowed.
"Ah...it hurts...help me..."
Severe pain swept through the whole body instantly, making them unable to get up at all, and they could only struggle and roll. The more they struggled and rolled, the more painful it became. Large pieces of flesh and blood were torn off. In just a few breaths, those people lost a piece of good flesh. The bones are exposed.
However, those people could not die for a while, they could only struggle hopelessly and howl in pain.
However, the people around them turned a deaf ear to those people's cries for help, and instead looked like they were gloating about their misfortune. Ye Qing even saw a few people staring intently at the cooked flesh and blood on the ground, swallowing their saliva.
He had no doubt that if it weren't for the fact that the street in front of him had become extremely hot, those people would definitely rush up and have a feast.
"Yang Bo, what's going on in this street?"
Ye Qing withdrew his gaze and looked at the three-eyed man beside him.
The name of the man with three eyes is Yang Bo.
"Senior, I don't know. The streets of Xudu City seem ordinary, but from time to time they can become extremely terrifying. Sometimes they become extremely hot. Sometimes they become extremely cold. Sometimes they become like thorns. Sometimes the mountains are heavy, sometimes the filth is diffuse, and the people's hearts are dirty, and sometimes
The wind and rain are like darkness, corroding the bones and corroding the flesh...".
Yang Bo swallowed his saliva and showed a frightened look on his feet: "In short, these streets are like hell and evil spirits. They make people miserable. If they are not careful, they will die. No one knows what will happen. "
"You two seniors must be careful..."
"Then why is this street okay?" Ye Qing continued to ask.
"Each street here is independent, and different streets have different situations."
Yang Bo explained: "Some streets may be raging with fire, while others may be snowy and windy. Some streets may be dangerous, while others may be safe. No one can be sure."
"That's it!"
Ye Qing suddenly understood, no wonder everyone walking on the street was cautious and solemn: "Let's go, something will happen on this street soon!"
"What?" Yang Bo was stunned, but when he saw Ye Qing and the papermaker leaving, Yang Bo hurriedly followed them.
And just when they walked to another street, there was a mist on the original street.
The fog is very light and thin, and if you observe it carefully, it will be difficult to develop. At this time, those people were busy watching the excitement and did not notice the fog on the street. It followed their breath, pores, etc., and penetrated into their bodies. .
After a few breaths, some people seemed to feel itchy and started scratching their bodies. This action seemed to be contagious, and one after another people suddenly started scratching their bodies.
Slowly, they scratched harder and harder, their movements became more and more rough, scratching the skin and breaking the flesh.
"Hiss...it's so itchy..."
"It itches me to death..."
"It feels so uncomfortable..."
For a moment, everyone seemed to be going crazy, scratching on their faces and bodies. Some even felt inadequate, tearing off their clothes and rubbing them on the wall and floor. For a while, everyone was covered in blood and flesh. Drenched with blood.
"Sir, that seems to be Itchy Mist!" said the papermaker on the side.
Ye Qing shook his head: "Itchy fog? That would be troublesome."
The itchy mist is unpredictable and strange, like mist, gathering and dispersing with the wind. When mortals and animals come into contact with the itchy mist, they will feel unbearable pain all over their bodies.
Itchy fog is mist, has no substance, cannot be killed, cannot be destroyed, and is very difficult to deal with. However, the solution to itchy fog is also very simple, that is, water. You only need to jump into the water or wet yourself, etc., to remove it. ***.
If placed in the outside world, this is a very simple matter. Just find a river, a lake, or at the worst a water tank, and jump into it, and you can easily solve it.
However, this is Xudu City. There is no river, no lake, and no water. There is only red-hot, scalding iron juice. If you want to die, just jump into it.
Therefore, they can only scratch and rub their flesh and skin hard, trying to relieve the pain and numb the feeling that life is worse than death.
