"this……"
A wave of horror, the fear from the deepest heart, broke out in the crowd in the blink of an eye!
"It's not good! Li, Lao, Chen, Lao and the others are dead!" The young man holding the body of an old man exerted all his strength and roared out of control.
The people who were silent just now were like bombs being detonated one after another, and their emotions were completely ignited.
"It's over, we are all going to die!"
"I don't want to die yet!"
The crowd seemed crazy and ran away one after another. But they didn't know where to run, so they could only mingled in panic. In an instant, the cries of women and children, and the screams of the fallen gathered into chaos in front of the lame Wang's house.
Dust and smoke suddenly billowed in front of his eyes, and the Cripple King immediately stopped crying. He looked at everyone in astonishment as if he was dumbfounded.
The village elders have long been neglected, and several corpses were stamped with shoe prints. The crowd gradually dispersed in all directions, leaving only a large mess in the field of vision.
"This, this..." The cripple king was about to cry without tears. He let go of the stick with weak palms and fell to his knees.
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A few days later, Shuanggan Town.
This is the new base where Fu Yunge and others moved, and it was also the name they unanimously agreed upon. Shuanggan means "double pincers", which is intended to clamp down on the Nine Camp General Camp and the source of the blood mist, becoming the new hub for the decisive battle of the right way.
The blood mist is still criss-crossing, and its overbearing corrosive force has caused frequent tragic reports in the lower world.
"How could this happen..." In the town camp, Gongsun Tan was holding the mailed letter with a very ugly expression on his face, "This is already the twenty-third time in the past few days."
Fu Yunge next to him was surprised that he counted so clearly, but he was even more surprised by the same thing.
In the past few days, the death toll has risen to more than 20 just by sending messages to their villages.
Only now did the blood mist spread its claws. They had underestimated it before. I didn't expect the lethality to be so terrifying. As the fog continues to accumulate, I am afraid that countless people will be harmed in the future.
"The source of the blood mist is the origin of the tragedy. We must eradicate the root cause and try to stop it as soon as possible." Poinsettia opened the door and entered with a solemn tone.
The scene outside the door was extremely scary, as if you were in a bucket of blood, your eyes were all red.
Fu Yunge and Gongsun nodded, but everyone knew that the source of the blood mist could not be easily removed.
"Using human life as the driving force, most of this blood mist is the savings of Jiuche Xiaoying's previous killings." The letter in Gongsun Tan's hand was crinkled, and the joints in his hands crackled.
After the team sent by Qiongtian Temple to investigate the source of the blood mist went deep, this was the most likely conclusion they came to.
The blood mist is getting thicker and thicker day by day, and it is probably beyond human reach to go deeper into the source of the blood mist.
It's just that... those shrill ghost cries are undoubtedly the innocent souls imprisoned by Jiuche Xiaoying using secret techniques. Although the sounds have subsided slightly in the past few days, they still cannot let go of the pain that penetrates their bone marrow.
"All the people from the three religions, led by the monk Xuandeng, have gone to Yixia Kongtong Peak to set up an altar to offer sacrifices." Poinsettia suddenly said again.
Gongsun Tan smiled bitterly. With the current magic power of the three religions, it is probably difficult to compete with the blood mist that is so huge that it covers the lower world.
"That's fine, I hope it's useful." In the end, he didn't say anything and sighed lightly.
Fu Yunge could also predict the result, they just silently covered up the determined result.
After saying goodbye to his master and Gongsun Tan, Fu Yunge went out alone and walked slowly outside Shuanggan Town.
Not long after, he found Tumi squatting on the ground and busy in a field outside the city.
"You... haven't finished your work yet." He walked behind Tumi, lowered his head and crossed his arms, asking condescendingly.
Tumi didn't hear him coming, and was startled by his sudden words, and almost fell to his knees. She quickly held on to the small basket beside her to prevent herself from falling into a disastrous state.
"Don't suddenly talk behind someone's back. It's very scary." Tumi said seriously. Seeing that Fu Yunge was coming, he dusted himself off and stood up.
Fu Yunge saw the small basket she was carrying, which contained various "herbal medicines" stained with soil.
He didn't know anything about these, so naturally he couldn't tell what kind of plants they were. But according to Tumi, these are very important medicinal materials that can cure many diseases.
Although these things looked the same as weeds, considering that Tumi knew better in this regard, he did not say it out loud.
"I don't know who is more powerful, you or Bai Wuque from the wine alliance." Fu Yunge teased with a slight smile.
Now Bai Wuque's name is very loud in the lower world. With that blockbuster Lichou Pill antidote, he has destroyed a lot of Jiuche Xiaoying's vitality.
Of course Tumi also heard about it. She pouted a little unhappily and turned her face away: "You must know how I can compare with him."
"But, but, I can still...right?" She mustered up a little more confidence and looked at Fu Yunge secretly, "I saved you before, and..."
Fu Yunge saw that she was really serious about comparing, and a smile appeared on his face.
"Of course, I don't think you are any worse than him." He said to Tumi in a gentle tone that was rare in his life. "And I think you will be even better than him in the future."
Tumi was suddenly complimented by Fu Yunge, and seemed a little surprised. After all, Fu Yunge rarely spoke like this before, so she was so frightened that she quickly came to him, wanting to feel and see if he had a fever.
"You, what's wrong with you?" She looked nervous, "You're so weird today, I really don't get used to it..."
Fu Yunge grabbed her wrist and smiled softly, but it was not as relaxed as before.
"The blood mist is killing more and more people." There was a little pain in the corners of his eyes, and he stared closely at Tumi's cheek, "Stop wandering outside, it's very dangerous, and I will be very worried."
As he spoke, his palms trembled imperceptibly, and he held Tumi's wrist tightly, extremely sincerely.
When Tumi heard his words, his head went blank at first, and soon a light blush appeared on his cheeks.
"This...that's it, I know." She suddenly found that Fu Yunge was still holding her hand, and she shook it off shyly.
Fu Yunge nodded, but his expression was still a little confused.
"Hey, by the way, I thought of a way!" Tumi added, "I wanted to tell you just now, but I didn't have time."
"How?" Fu Yunge came back to his senses and didn't care much. They were probably some whimsical and strange things.
Tumi carried a small basket and walked towards the interior of Shuanggan Town. As he walked, he said, "Yes. The solution to this red fog!"
Fu Yunge was suddenly startled. Is she telling the truth? If the blood mist can really be solved, it would be even better.
Not long after, there was an empty house in Shuanggan Town.
The yellow mud walls are very rough, and the ground is full of yellow dust. Tumi and Fu Yunge were sitting on a horse, with several piles of loose cotton and gauze piled in front of them.
