After saying that, Xi Zishi ignored the gazes of the two people and pulled up the black robe on his body. It fell down with a clatter, revealing the clothes he was originally wearing.
The wind swirled around him, as if his figure was much taller. Bypassing the two of them, he strode towards the outside of the forest, generous and heroic.
The two of them were still a little confused, but they seemed to be infected by his courage.
"Hey, if you need help, just come to me." Xiao Wanhu clasped his hands and shouted to Xi Zishi's back, "The price is discounted for you, I still like to join in the fun."
Subiezhi's eyes were complicated and he did not stop Xi Zishi any further. He watched the man go away and gradually disappeared from the end of his field of vision.
"Are you doing something big?" Subiezhi murmured in a low voice, like a whisper to the wind, "That's fine, but don't let the air leak."
He chose to believe in this holy messenger. Because in him, he seemed to feel a kind of loneliness that yearned for the light, suppressed by his coquettish temperament.
Just now, I suddenly lost my body, and a similar resonance surged in my heart.
"This guy is a bit brave." Xiao Wanhu curled his lips lightly, "That's all, it's none of my business. Let's go to Cangxia Stream first."
Subiezhi glanced at this old friend, ignored him, and watched him leave.
Both of them left, and Subiezhi suddenly felt a chill, as if the weather was starting to cool down.
"Tsk, why are two of them like this?" He shook his head, beat his back and walked away slowly, "Forget it. Tell Jue Tongjun and see what his attitude is."
"It seems... things are really going to change..."
With a sigh full of various emotions, Subiezhi's figure gradually faded away. Thousands of branches in the green forest are swaying, and the sweeping wind is wandering in the blood mist in the gaps. There is already a bit of dry autumn feeling.
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On the other side of the lower world, far away in the villages where the blood mist is thicker, the people's nightmares are quietly coming.
The bloody world has lasted for a long time, and the people have turned from the initial panic into a habit. But as everyone began to feel weak and trapped one by one, death finally arrived slowly.
On a morning that should have been extremely ordinary, a heart-rending cry cruelly broke through the tranquility of the village.
The sound was loud in the mountains, and many farmers who were going to the fields for early plowing dropped their farm tools and ran to the edge of the fields to look in the direction of the houses. The darkness of night has not yet dissipated, and the chaotic and turbid sky seems to have a terrifying feeling of being separated between yin and yang.
The villagers felt an ominous premonition in their hearts at the same time - could such cries be from the lame Wang family...?
The people who were still in the village opened their doors and came out one after another, gathering on the narrow dirt road, some of them still bleary-eyed. Women were holding their children, and the children's cries could be heard from time to time. Everyone had a look of panic on their faces.
Listening to the voice, it was indeed coming from the lame Wang family. Could it be his wife who has been bedridden all year round...?
Several famous old people in the village looked at the sky with wrinkled old cheeks.
"Today's fog has gotten a lot thicker..." They sighed helplessly as they looked at the fog that was as thick as blood.
The residents around the old people also looked towards the sky, with bitter expressions on their faces.
"Last time, the adults at Qiongtian Palace said they would dispel the fog as soon as possible." One of the young men sneered and shook his head, "Now it seems, alas..."
"Believe them..." One of the old men lowered his head, looking like a drum in an old temple. "Otherwise, who can we count on?"
Everyone was silent and slowly walked towards the lame Wang's house. The crowd was bustling and silent, giving it a sense of solemn and solemn ceremony.
The blood mist spread among the crowd, which looked quite strange.
Everyone's expression was somewhat similar, and they walked slowly. I don’t know how long they walked, but they all gathered in front of Lame Wang’s house, as if waiting for something big to happen.
In the courtyard, the Cripple King heard footsteps outside the door, wiped away his tears, and limped to open the door.
When he opened the door latch, the lame king saw the village elders in front of him. He burst into tears and couldn't suppress it. As soon as his knees went weak, he leaned over and knelt down. One lame leg was unnaturally crooked behind him. It looked shocking. Compassion.
"Cripple, what's going on?" A young man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks behind him kept shouting in a hurry.
Several villagers in front hurriedly pulled him up and found him a support stick from behind the door. The cripple king leaned on his stick and sobbed for a long time before he raised his ugly face with tears on his face:
"My wife...is gone!"
Everyone's heart sank. Soon someone saw the human figure lying with eyes closed on the steps of the courtyard. Isn’t she the wife of the Cripple King?
"How did you get there?"
"Is it a sudden illness?"
"Brother Wang, don't be anxious, speak slowly!"
For a moment, everyone was talking and making noises. They all wanted to take a look in the yard, but the Cripple King kept leaning at the door, so it was difficult for them to break in.
Everyone knew that the Cripple King was the most honest and honest person in their village, but he was born with a disability and was ugly, so he could not find a wife at his old age. He only met this daughter-in-law late in life. Although she also suffered from a disease, she could still live a manageable life. Who would have thought...
The lame king's eyes were as red as cherries, and his tears were almost dry. He kept wiping his face with his rough sleeves, whimpering like a lonely child.
"She, she woke up fine this morning..." The Cripple King said intermittently, with a cry in his throat, "As soon as I left the room, I heard a falling sound in the room... Who would have thought that she would It’s gone…”
What the Cripple King said was true, and everyone looked sad. Some women in the back also started crying, and even the men in front had red eyes.
According to the Cripple King, his wife died suddenly as soon as she left home. This should have been a strange thing originally, but now it seems that it is not difficult for everyone to understand.
"It's...it's this blood mist!" A strong man wearing a bamboo hat shouted.
Everyone probably guessed it. The fog is getting thicker and thicker, and its toxicity is definitely getting stronger. The cripple prince's wife was born weak. After several days of blood mist, today was just the "last straw".
A chill instantly swept through the crowd, and many people subconsciously covered their mouths and noses.
This terrifying mist is indeed the god of death that can take their lives. The lame prince’s wife died today. Who can tell who will die in a few days?
Looking at the simple and dilapidated door frame of the lame Wang's house, everyone was speechless. In addition to sympathy for the lame Wang family, a life-and-death fear gradually spread into everyone's heart.
However, at this moment, at the front of the crowd, a surprising change occurred again!
Several village elders who were surrounded by people suddenly fell backwards almost simultaneously. The young people behind them caught them in time, but if they went to visit Nixi again, they would already be dead.
