"Brother Tang cares about the people, and I admire him." Song Yu shook his head, "I won't borrow it unless I do, but now is not a good time."
Tang Ya's expression was stern, but he was still well-behaved and quietly waited for Song Yu to say what he wanted to say next.
"Although people need to be rescued as soon as possible, most of the soldiers who followed me in are still ordinary people, and they are in panic. If you make any big moves rashly, I'm afraid it will cause some unnecessary commotion."
Tang Ya took a deep breath to force himself to calm down: "Then what City Lord Yi Shao wants..."
Song Yu spoke very quickly, but his logic was equally clear: "People still need to be rescued as soon as possible, but we are not in a hurry today, and there is no need to bring so many people. Ordinary people have no power to protect themselves in the thick fog, but we Be distracted. You, Jian Er and I can go together tomorrow."
"Just the three of us?" Tang Ya seemed shocked: "Isn't it too risky to ask many city lords for you to stay..."
"That's not possible. I want Jian Er to protect me personally, but only he can find the living people in the city. So I have to go." Song Yu yawned: "Do you have any other discoveries that you need to explain?"
Tang Ya was successfully led astray by Song Yu. He shook his head and said there was nothing more to say: "But..."
"Then get some rest early. We'll set off early tomorrow morning. Jian Er, see you off." Song Yu smiled and turned the teacup in his hand.
At the same time, Jie Nanshi raised his hand and sent Tang Ya out of the door with a gust of wind, and the door slammed shut in front of him.
"But..." Tang Ya was still a little confused: "This is my wing..."
After Tang Ya finished speaking, he shook his head first. His mind froze. Why did he still want to grab a room with the young city lord for a moment? With this in mind, he walked to the subordinate's room next door to spend the night.
As soon as the door here was closed, Song Yu took off his disguise and howled at Jie Nanshi: "Good guy, it's still a problem for us to save ourselves, and now we have to save others? How long do you think it will take for my cheap dad's ability to be broken? Open the formation? Also, how long can the life of this city support this formation? Oh my god, my mind is in a mess right now."
"Even if ordinary formations require sacrifices, they only need to offer sacrifices. Pigs, fish, cattle and sheep are already grand, and boys and girls are appalling. I have never heard of a city's people being sacrificed like this..." Xie Nanshi felt. His worldview has been challenged many times by his experiences in this life, which occasionally makes him feel dazed and dizzy. But these lapses were short-lived, and soon Xie Nanshi continued: "There is no spiritual energy around, this method is against the laws of nature, and 300,000 people will not make just one sacrifice."
"So the living people are just waiting to die." Song Yu felt sad, "We may be able to wait for Song Chengwei to break the formation, but they can't wait. They may even die faster because of the outside world breaking the formation. Then from now on What about the possibility of internal disintegration? Would that be better for them?"
"I'll try my best." Xie Nanshi failed to give a definite answer to this question.
Song Yu thought for a moment and then started to look through his backpack again. Due to Jie Nanshi's level crushing, the consumption of red and blue medicines has not been much. At this time, he seems to have more props than at the beginning of the second round. Soon the table was filled with medicine. Considering that Jie Nanshi should still retain a certain level advantage, there are much more blue pills on the table than red pills.
These were only part of his inventory, mainly because they couldn't fit on the table, and he also considered that it might not be easy to carry after learning about Nanshi. Even so, he still looked at Jie Nanshi worriedly: "I'll give it to you, how long can it last?"
Xie Nanshi was silent, and after a long time he said in a daze: "Probably... until the end of the world."
"Huh? So long?" Song Yu was a little embarrassed. He obviously gave an overly saturated dosage. But now he couldn't eradicate the fear caused by insufficient firepower, so he could only ensure sufficient supplies.
Xie Nanshi picked up two bottles: "I'll come back to you if there's not enough."
"Okay." Song Yu picked up the medicines group by group and muttered, "If I had known better, I wouldn't have taken so many."
Xie Nanshi was in a complicated mood. The elixir in his hand is obviously of the highest quality. Even in a sect that specializes in refining elixirs, medicines of this quality are rare. Why does Song Yu seem... rather disgusted? Is this the unique arrogance of people in his world?
However, although the elixir is effective, it cannot be used to assist the inner world. The spiritual energy of this place has been drained, and Xie Nanshi cannot adjust his breath, so he just lies down and closes his eyes to rest. He dared not sleep. Even though Tang Ya arranged a lot of guards, he still didn't dare to relax at all because the place was so weird.
However, gradually, he also felt a little sleepy...
Zou Ye was shrouded in dark clouds and thick fog, making it impossible to tell the time. It was about the third watch at this time, and it was also the time when the night watchmen outside were most in trouble. The dense fog isolated by the spiritual energy formation suddenly separated into a wisp of filaments. The filaments looked unusually soft, and they seemed to be gently scratching against the edge of the formation. Then suddenly, like a sharp blade, it plunged straight into the formation.
The formation diaphragm appeared subconsciously, but the filament was too thin, even worse than a hair, and it successfully blinded the formation's perception.
This wisp of "thick fog" quietly blended into the range of the formation. Because it was too thin and light, it almost merged with the air.
"Wake up!" Lao Xu happened to be assigned to watch the night in this group. There were three people in his group, guarding at the edge. In less than half an hour, the two companions began to doze off, and soon they were snoring loudly. He was the only one who was honest and managed not to fall asleep again, calling his two companions from time to time.
But the companion obviously didn't appreciate it very much. Instead, he became very impatient because he was woken up again and again. One of them opened Lao Xu's hand directly: "Can you please stop arguing? This barrier was arranged by the immortal masters. How can it be broken so easily? It's unfounded." He said and turned over, facing away Then Lao Xu fell asleep again.
"Hey" Old Xu sighed, sat back alone by the fire, and used a wooden stick to pull the charcoal fire. However, at this moment, he suddenly felt itchy on his ankle, as if he had been rubbed by something.
He lowered his head to look but saw nothing. While Lao Xu was puzzled, he felt a little uneasy and uneasy for some reason. He couldn't help but look around and shouted at the same time: "Who!"
It was quiet all around...
Only then did Lao Xu realize that the loud snoring that had been ringing just now had disappeared at some point.
When people are extremely nervous, it is actually difficult to make a sound. He opened his mouth to breathe, his fingers unconsciously clasping the ground, and even pebbles seeped into the gaps between his fingernails due to the force.
He seemed to have finally found his voice, and subconsciously wanted to call for help. However, at this time, a line of extremely faint smoke floated into the air where he had grown, and then... quickly expanded to fill his mouth!
Lao Xu could only make a whining sound from his mouth. His hands and feet also seemed to be tied up. He struggled hard but was still firmly trapped in place.
He kicked his legs hard, his eyes gradually becoming desperate.
…
"Dead people!"
"Early" the next day, a scream came from the temporary camp, and many people who were still sleeping were awakened.
Song Yu and Xie Nanshi were also awakened. Song Yu casually placed a piece of clothing in the clothing column and rushed out. Xie Nanshi slept in his clothes, so there was no delay between the two of them. By the time the two arrived, Tang Ya was already looking through the three corpses on the ground with a serious look on his face.
Seeing that the body had not disappeared, Song Yu knew that there was a mission.
Among the three people, two showed no signs of struggle and were lying on the ground very relaxed. But when Tang Ya's fingertips pressed against the opponent's neck, even people like Song Yu who were watching from a distance could see that there was something fishy. Tang Ya's fingertips sank into the dry and soft skin so softly, as if there was no flesh and blood and bones inside, and it was drawn into an empty skin.
This is in line with the characteristics of the skin that the White Walkers like most.
Tang Ya obviously felt something was wrong, and immediately retracted his finger and turned his attention to the third corpse.
Just as the first two corpses died peacefully, the owner of this corpse died tragically. He fell next to the bonfire, and his whole body showed an extraordinary imagination. It is difficult to imagine what kind of pain caused him to struggle to such a point. His fingers were dug into the soil, and even his toes were twisted to break through his boots that should have been extremely thick. When Tang Ya and others tried to loosen the corpse, they found that his joints were stiff all over, and the nails on the fingers he pulled out from the soil were all broken, and several of his fingers were also broken. But other than that, there were no external injuries on his body.
If the first two bodies seemed to be haunted by strange ghosts, then the third body did not conform to any human characteristics. But Tang Ya remembered this person. He was a steady and honest man, and he would never be so timid.
In the end, it was Xie Nanshi who answered: "It's... mist."
Song Yu wanted to go up and cover his mouth, but it was too late. Although the Security Department has surrounded this place and the news has not been leaked, the current Security Department itself is full of soldiers and is most sensitive to such negative news.
As soon as Xie Nanshi finished speaking, the monks stationed on both sides began to murmur and discuss.
"Mist?!" "How is it possible? Isn't burning incense wood enough to get rid of the fog?" "This fog can't be driven away, and it's not like ghosts and beasts that can be simply strangled. Could it be... Could it be that we are all going to die here?" ?"
"Quiet!" Although Tang Ya was also very shaken, he was the leader of the crowd after all. After the sound, everything fell silent.
But just because you don't say it, doesn't mean you don't think about it. Song Yu suddenly remembered the various emotions that everyone had expressed when he first entered Zouye. He immediately took out a loudspeaker and wooden fish, and combined them to spread the calming wooden fish sound as far as possible. The environment here is not good, and it is easy for people to go crazy, but it can be delayed for a while.
