You can hear a pin drop on the empty road.
"It's you!"
Yuan Haoxun's eyes lit up and he saw Su Qinian and Su Qinian standing in front of him. He breathed a sigh of relief, twisted his feet and made a clicking sound, struggling to return to his original position.
With a pop, he couldn't help but fell to the ground, his whole body was wet with cold sweat. At this moment, he was still frightened. He had been really frightened just now. It would be fine if he really had to compete with others for life and death. This kind of weirdness and terror was really a test. Human psychological endurance.
After taking several deep breaths, he managed to calm down, raised his head, looked at Su Qinian with doubtful eyes, and said, "Did you save me?"
He wasn't sure whether what he saw just now was an illusion, but the attacks from the ghosts couldn't be endless. Now that he was safe and sound, and even the cold atmosphere around him had been swept away, it had to make him doubt that what was in front of him was Whether the two of them, especially the young man named Su, who he couldn't figure out, had the means to resist or even kill the ghost.
"It's not us. Could it be that the conscience of ghosts found out?"
Qi Yunfei glanced at him, not in a good tone. It was true that this Yuan family member was too arrogant at first. He was trying to take advantage of her by showing off and trying to take advantage of her. If she hadn't been weak enough, she would have wanted to beat him violently. pause.
"Really are!"
Yuan Haoxun's eyes lit up, he climbed up and stood up staggeringly. Even though he grimaced in pain, he completely ignored his legs that were sprained by the ghost, stared at Su Qinian, and sighed: "Brother, you are so awesome! Even the ghosts Even if you can block it, you must be a member of the underworld organization, right?"
Qi Yunfei rolled her eyes at him when she heard this. In the blink of an eye, her style of painting changed. Where was the reservedness and posture she had promised? This is too out of style, and the speed of holding the thigh is unmatched.
Su Qinian's eyes became a little cold at this moment.
Yuan Hao was silent for a moment, his breathing stagnated. He had an illusion that he was facing his grandfather who had already entered the realm of top sword masters. No, it made him even more frightened, as if a vast ocean burst its banks. Coming overwhelmingly.
Buzz!
Su Qinian stretched out a hand, and a stone cauldron emerged from his palm and slowly rose into the sky.
However, the three-inch-high stove was about the size of a palm, and looked a bit like an antique from the antique market. This phenomenon, which was beyond common sense of physics, immediately made Yuan Haoxun hold his breath.
A ghostly corner.
Some people huddled together, a cold wind blew, chilling into the bones. The gray-black streets were like canvases with erased colors. On the graffiti on the wall, half of the corpse seemed to grow out of the wall. There were blood spots on the snow-white shirt. Dots, like blooming bloody plum blossoms.
"Mom, I...I'm cold."
In the crowd, children's voices sounded. A two or three-year-old girl with braids was squeezed into the center of the crowd. Her face was still purple from the cold. She struggled to stretch out a small hand and tugged at the young girl in front of her. Mother's collar trembled: "Mom, dad... where is dad?"
"Dad went to buy you hot milk tea. He'll be back soon..."
The young mother's chapped lips forced a smile. She quickly turned her head away, raised her red eyes, and looked at the graffiti wall where letters were piled up in the distance, flaunting inexplicable personality.
"We stand... in the middle of the road. As long as we don't get close to the wall, we won't be dragged in."
Someone whispered, with tears in their eyes and uncontrollable fear. Among the other people in the group, an old man with gray hair hugged his unconscious wife hard and pinched her. The old man had tears streaming down his face, but Not daring to say a word, under the corner not far away, rolling down the quick-acting heart-saving pills that he carried with him.
No one dared to move.
There were fourteen people in their tour group at the beginning. In just a few minutes, there were only eight left.
Inexplicable gloom and changes, the whole world left them in an instant, leaving only silent weirdness and terror.
"Grandpa, I have a sun candy here. You... give it to grandma. The sun god Kai Warrior said that you can recover after eating it."
The little girl was innocent and kind, with a clear childlike voice. She took out a crumpled candy from her small pocket and tried to lift it forward.
"Good boy." The old man said tremblingly, his eyes full of tears, and the pulse could no longer be felt in the palm of his hand pressed against his neck.
The few remaining people gritted their teeth, especially the young people, looking at the deformed candy, the golden tinfoil changing faces like a clown, making silent mockery at them.
"Light." The little girl whispered, her tone childish and curious.
"Light!" The second voice followed closely, full of vigor, majesty and coldness, exploding between heaven and earth.
A group of people were stunned, looking at the little girl's raised little hand, the golden candy wrapper was shining, as if a sun was rising from the paper.
"No, that's..."
Someone exclaimed and looked up. In the originally gray sky, a stone furnace appeared at some point. It had three legs and two ears. It was simple and vicissitudes of life. It could be more than ten meters high and towering like a hill. At this moment, the furnace mouth was facing down, as if There is a sun rising and falling at the mouth of the furnace, blooming with dazzling light and heat.
On the empty road, the cold air was swept away, and the brilliance spread like a substance, like a sun lake pouring down, accompanied by little red gold and glass-like light rain, like a sharp blade, sinking into nothingness.
Tsk!
The gray-black ghosts were torn apart at once, and the place illuminated by light was like a spark of fire blazing a prairie fire. The disappearing colors were returning, and the dark sky was purified, gradually revealing the light and shadow of the sun.
There were screams, and they were ghost figures, on street corners, in parks, in high-rise buildings... The gray-black bodies were burning, or were penetrated by light and rain, torn in half, and flames like red gold and glass were blazing, Burning the ferocious ghost's body into ashes inch by inch.
Directly below the stone hearth.
Yuan Haoxun's eyes widened, he couldn't believe the scene in front of him, he was completely shocked. This kind of devil-like method severely impacted his spiritual world.
As for Qi Yunfei, although she was also shaken, she quickly regained her composure. It is not unacceptable that a saint with a sword exists side by side with nuclear weapons. He has power and means beyond ordinary people's understanding.
What she pays more attention to is the ghosts who were killed. Now it seems that most of them were ordinary people when they were alive. Some were still wearing work clothes, and some were professional swordsmen in fancy clothes. But now they are all unrecognizable, ferocious or... It was weird, with missing limbs, and a gray and black body, not even a corpse. It seemed like it had turned into another creature completely.
clang!
Suddenly, there was an exciting sound of gold and iron, a series of sparks splashed, and penetrated the vacuum. On the top of a tall building, a dark figure revealed its true form and staggered backwards.
This was a figure shrouded in gray-black mist, with only a pair of blood-red eyes looming, cold and indifferent, staring at Su Qinian.
