"Stop him!"
Baili Zhengyong said.
Changcian Sanren reacted the fastest, kicked the man down and controlled his hands, but it was already too late.
The man had already opened his own neck with his hands, and no blood flowed out. There was only a dark throat, with a smile of relief, and the man slowly died.
Seeing the whole process with your own eyes was a thousand times more impactful than seeing a corpse.
Why is this happening?
There was silence for a moment, even the coughing was suppressed.
But how can I hold it back?
Suddenly, one, two, three people fell down one after another, making the crowd unprepared and panicked.
"This black dust is strange, please don't breathe it in." Baili Zhengyong said loudly.
It feels a bit like taking off your pants and farting.
Everyone knew that this black dust was abnormal, but there was no way to stop themselves from breathing it in.
Covering his mouth and nose, he looked helplessly at the people who fell one after another.
Shui Miaomiao coughed lightly and pulled Xuan'er away from the center of the accident.
"Cough a few times." Shui Miaomiao whispered to Xuan'er. The two of them were too normal.
Xuan'er did as she was told, but she was confused and glanced at the talisman on her body. In her heart, Shui Miaomiao was not a person who would stand by and watch such a thing happen.
I'm fine. I don't even know how uncomfortable it is to inhale the black dust into my body. This should be the effect of this talisman.
But why didn't Shui Miaomiao say anything and instead let herself pretend to cough?
Feeling that Shui Miaomiao's hands were soaked in cold sweat, Xuan'er wanted to hold on tightly, but Shui Miaomiao suddenly let go of Xuan'er's hand.
He propped himself up against a tree, resting his head on his arms to block his expression.
Clenching her teeth, Shui Miaomiao didn't want to look behind her. She even wanted to cover her ears.
"Why don't you tie your hands?" Baili Zhengyong was still thinking of a way.
But Shui Miaomiao knew that everything was in vain.
She could take out the talisman to protect everyone from the invasion of Hei Chen, but would everyone still be able to get out?
It wasn't her imagination, another person fell down, and Shui Miaomiao punched the tree.
As people fell, the aura of Jiayou Secret Realm slowly became stronger.
Blood dripped from his hands.
Shaking Xuan'er away, Shui Miaomiao refused her kindness to bandage.
She is very upset now.
If she is right
'Boom~'
A loud noise accompanied the earthquake, and a palace slowly rose from the earth.
"It's the temple!" He Lianlian covered her throat and shouted ecstatically, her coughing getting worse.
Sure enough, it was exactly what he had guessed. The reason why he could not leave the temple was because there was not enough spiritual energy around him.
Shui Miaomiao closed her eyes and shed two lines of tears.
She was not sad for those who died, most of whom she did not know, but she was sad because she was enveloped in such a strong sense of powerlessness.
Because you are weak, you can only let others take advantage of you.
My heart was filled with depression, and my blood was rising.
Before Shui Miaomiao could react, she took off.
Baili Zhengyong jumped over and picked up Shui Miaomiao.
Some people were still coughing and scratching their necks. The temple seemed to be the only way to survive now. No matter how uncomfortable they were, everyone ran to the temple with all their strength.
Including those who are already tearing their own necks but have not yet died.
Seeing that Xuan'er was more aware than herself, when Baili Zhengyong picked up Shui Miaomiao, Xuan'er jumped up and ran towards the temple.
Shui Miaomiao giggled, covered her mouth, and spat out a mouthful of blood in her palm.
He wiped the blood quietly into his sleeves, as if nothing happened.
The temple door is wide open.
Inside is endless darkness.
Through the darkness, the next thing is dazzling light.
The moment he walked through the darkness, he could clearly feel a sense of relief in his body, and the burning feeling in his throat disappeared completely in an instant.
Temporarily blinded by the light, I heard some people laughing and some crying. Anyway, they were all showing the joy of surviving the disaster.
Shui Miaomiao didn't. She was held indifferently by Baili Zhengyong and walked inside. This temple gave her a familiar feeling.
With her eyes closed, Shui Miaomiao felt as if she had returned to the desert for a moment.
She suddenly had a hunch that the lack of spiritual energy in this place was because of the illusory desert where she was trapped alone. If the spiritual energy was still not enough and people continued to die, she would definitely be the last one to survive.
But why?
"You can open your eyes." Baili Zhengyong's words interrupted Shui Miaomiao's thoughts.
Shui Miaomiao opened her eyes. This temple was really ordinary.
After being put down by Baili Zhengyong, Shui Miaomiao looked at it. There was a lot of space, but there was no need to worry about going the wrong way. There was just one road, covered with a red and gold-edged carpet, spreading all the way into the distance.
After walking a few steps forward, you can see a huge throne.
After Baili Zhengyong put Shui Miaomiao down, he went to check how many people were still alive.
Xuan'er came over and held Shui Miaomiao's cold hand.
"It's okay, we can leave here soon."
Shui Miaomiao raised her eyebrows and tilted her head to look at Xuan'er. Now is it your turn to comfort me?
Nothing happened to me, I just had an inexplicable urge to smash the throne.
With Xuan'er around, Shui Miaomiao took back her steps.
In fact, there is no need to count how many people have entered the temple.
If there are fifty people outside, less than one or twenty people will come in, let alone more than fifty people outside.
How many people were sacrificed to find this temple.
Shui Miaomiao laughed out loud and shook her head.
"Will you still make wishes?"
"Of course." Xuan'er hugged Shui Miaomiao's arm. She couldn't find Kong Yinyan, so she could still make a wish. This was her last chance. Who would give up.
Shui Miaomiao nodded, that's right. Who would give up?
Just a few people!
Baili Zheng never gave up and asked loudly several times, but the answer did not change. Less than half of the people who survived.
Shui Miaomiao glanced at everyone.
Suddenly he sighed and said to himself, "Sometimes I really don't know whether God will bless me or hate me."
The people who wanted to kill her came in intact one by one.
He Lianlian leaned against the pillar, and not far from her, stood two people with black curtains.
Although his face was covered, Shui Miaomiao knew that there was Xing Zixiao among the two people with black curtains when she felt the unbridled hostility.
Shui Miaomiao guessed that it was the one who was close to He Lianlian, because that person was wielding a pair of swords in his hands. Was he afraid that he wouldn't recognize her?
It's really a fate. People who want to kill me will stand together.
But the problem is that I really don't know how I provoked them both, and they both have a determined attitude.
It seemed that he was just waiting for everyone to rest.
The ancient bell rang at the right time, attracting everyone's attention with its magic.
A futon appeared beneath the throne.
It’s time to start making wishes, but who goes first?
There was a tacit understanding and no one said anything. Everyone wanted to make a wish quickly, but no one wanted to be the first one. Such an incident just happened. Who knows whether there will be any surprises.
"Everyone is quite humble, so I won't be polite. I'm starving to death."
Taste the food Sanren stepped forward, took off the knife behind him with bold steps, and knelt on the futon.
