It’s just that the longer you suppress it, the stronger the rebound of negative emotions will probably be. There are hundreds of monks from the Ping An Department, as well as sixty or seventy scouts sent to Zou Ye... Once the conflict breaks out, Song Yu and Tang Ya will not be able to suppress everyone with their reputation and power, and will only wait for extremely extreme results.
Such as mutiny.
Tang Ya's face was as sinking as water, his thoughts were spinning but his mind was blank. It wasn't until Song Yu knocked on the wooden fish that he came back to his senses. Xie Nanshi, who inadvertently caused all this, also reacted. With a curl of sword energy at his fingertips, his whole body rose into the air. The long sword in his hand was raised, and he cut it down with one strike. The sword intention was cleansed, but not a single brick was damaged. There was just a mist as thin as a gossamer that disappeared under the sword intention.
Jie Nanshi put away his sword and fell neatly from the air.
Tang Ya looked at this scene with a complicated expression: "This follower of yours... I have only seen such a powerful sword intention in the people of the Sword Pavilion."
Song Yu blinked his eyes. Jiange had already secluded himself from the world, but now a swordsman genius appeared beside Young City Master Tianyong. It was somewhat difficult to explain, and it was easy for people to misunderstand Jiange's position. Xie Nanshi worked so hard to hide his identity, and Song Yu didn't want him to fail.
After thinking for a while, Song Yu smiled and said: "Jiange? You praise him too much. He is the secret guard my father raised for me since I was a child, but he is indeed much more talented in swordsmanship than others."
After all, Tang Ya was a fan of Song Chengwei. After pushing him, Tang Ya had no doubt that he was there. After all, in Tang Ya's heart, the city lord's ability surpassed anyone else in the world.
"It's safe." Xie Nanshi walked to Song Yu.
Song Yu put away the wooden fish smoothly.
Sure enough, this magical scene made everyone present temporarily let down their guard, but it didn't mean that they were no longer afraid. After all, the weird mist can penetrate once, and it may penetrate a second time.
"It seems that our travel plan today has to be changed." Song Yu walked to Tang Ya: "We need to leave a leading figure in the camp to appease the morale of the army, but I have to be bound to Jian Er."
Tang Ya pondered for a moment and nodded: "In this case, the Young City Lord will stay here with this Young Master Jian. Young Master Jian, please give me some directions."
When he said this, Tang Ya's face was filled with the look of death. If the fog was just a little weird before yesterday, which made them reluctant to get close due to caution or instinct, now they know rationally that the fog can really kill people. Then, the danger index of going deep into the fog and trying to rescue unarmed people is very obvious.
Tang Ya's brain circuit obviously didn't match Song Yu's. Song Yu choked for a moment and quickly explained clearly: "It's me and Jian Er who are going."
"No. The young city lord has a distinguished status. Only by staying here can we ensure safety." Tang Ya denied quickly, "What's more, there are so many people here. Since Jian Shaoxia has the ability to expel the fog, he can protect many people here. "
After a pause, Tang Ya then continued: "If we can't come back, I will try my best to send out a signal. But if you can't even receive the signal and feel something abnormal, you will make your own decisions. Young City Lord, I will do my best to deal with the matter in the Demon Suppression Pass. Remember your decision, I believe you can protect my remaining subordinates. Their lives are in your hands."
No, how can you say this in such a tragic way? Song Yu felt that Tang Ya looked like an old bull. He grabbed Tang Ya who was about to turn around and leave: "No, what are you in a hurry for? Isn't it safer for me to go than for you to go? The fog here has been cut off by Jian Er. And you have been stationed here for a day before something like this happened. , which means that it will take some time for the fog to kill people, so this place will be safe for the next day."
"That's why the young city lord should stay here. There is no reason to let the general serve as a scout in a war."
This reason is very convincing, but Song Yu's heart is filled with doubts. For example, he joined Zou Ye just because he was a scout? However, using this to refute Tang Ya obviously won't break the opponent's wooden head. Song Yu had no choice but to act as a domineering president and gave his unquestionable decision word for word: "Tang Ya, go and order ten monks to accompany me and Jian Er. Don't waste time. Don't forget, not only the people in the city are being As human sacrifices, we who are trapped in the formation are not safe."
Assuming that this weird mist formation really comes from the sacrifice of a large number of people, then it is common sense that the more dead people are, the stronger the formation will be.
Song Yu's determination finally calmed Tang Ya, who was extremely shaken in his heart. He closed his eyes in pain and loudly announced the names of the ten people with a solemn expression: "You will go into the city with the young city lord to search for survivors. You must protect the safety of the young city lord."
The few people whose names were called were all from the Department of Security, and they knelt down to listen to the order: "Yes! The low-ranking people swear to protect the young city lord to the death!"
"Get up, I'll be waiting here. If you have anything to prepare, go and do it quickly." Although Song Yu is still not used to it, in order to maintain his character, he can only accept the abuse of these people. Kneel down and just turn your face away, not wanting to look any further, "I'll only give you a quarter of an hour."
A quarter of an hour is a short time, so it is difficult to prepare fully, let alone such a temporary expedition. But the monks from the Department of Peace didn't talk nonsense, and their figures quickly disappeared.
Song Yu wished that some of them really couldn't catch up. But all ten people came back soon, all ready to go. Fortunately, when he saw Song Yu again, he didn't kneel down and just bowed to salute.
Except for Song Yu, this gift was still given to the ordinary Jian Er. What they went back to pack was not only their luggage, but also their thoughts. Anyone who can follow Tang Ya is not too low-skilled. Naturally, they can see that the real supporter of this trip is this young man with extremely high swordsmanship.
Once Song Yu left, the dozens of scouts truly had no leader. Song Yu asked Tang Ya to look after them, and left a stack of talisman papers before leading them into the mist. He didn't let Xie Nanshi bear everything by himself. The wooden fish, trumpet, all the talismans, and some possibly useful props in his backpack were all placed where they could be taken out as quickly as possible, and he followed closely behind Jie Nanshi. .
Although he is a loser with no level or skills, Song Yu still has a firm heart to fight. Even if he can't fight, he can still be a support. What's more, even the great god Xie Nanshi found it difficult this time, so he had to increase his survival time so that others could come to rescue him.
In order to avoid being unable to see in the fog, their hands were tied with thin ropes condensed with spiritual energy, and they were bound together. Song Dynasty is naturally tied to Nanshi.
The moment it came into contact with the mist, the nine-petal lotus flower on his hand bloomed with a faint golden light. Song Yu only felt as if the back of his hand had been burned by fire, and he shrank from being burned. The protective charm attached to his arm also showed signs of being burned.
Song Yu raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and knocked on the wooden fish, and the all-pervasive fog dissipated in an instant.
As expected of a monk, it was really useful in a place like this. Song Yu felt that there was no problem in protecting himself for the time being. Just walking in this fog, like a blind man, feels really uncomfortable.
Song Yu always had only one way to relieve tension, and that was to keep talking. Fortunately, he always had an answer for every question.
"Little Taoist Priest, what on earth is going on with this thick fog? Why does it look like it's alive?"
"Not sure."
"Then how did it break through the defensive barrier we set up?"
"Not sure."
Although several answers were the same as not being mentioned, this did not affect Song Yu's mood when he spoke: "I don't know how many people can survive in this city? How many can we save."
This time Xie Nanshi’s answer changed: “Do your best.”
Song Yu smiled. Their little Taoist priest was as serious and responsible as ever. He would not make random promises but would do his best. "I haven't been to Zouye before. I wonder what it was like here before?"
This time the answer paused for a moment, and then Xie Nanshi slowly said: "I have been here once. Although it is not a place of great wealth and wealth, the officials are honest, the people are healthy, there are no cracks around, and strange ghosts are not common."
"It sounds like it would be a good place to live if it weren't for the harassment by Bai Zhao." Song Yu Yingwan asked again: "Why did the little Taoist come here in the first place?"
He waited for a moment but didn't get an answer. He thought he had touched on some questions that others didn't want to answer, so he kept his mouth shut. At this time, they had been walking for nearly half an hour, and they still didn't find anyone alive. The houses on both sides of the street were all empty. Of course, they couldn't see the houses at all unless they got closer.
Song Yu's mouth only stopped for a moment, and he felt hairy from the inside out. I couldn't help but tugged on the spiritual energy thread on my hand: "The gap between Bai Zhao should be near their Linshui. When we go to the main city and deal with the White Walker King..."
His words came to an abrupt end, because the spiritual energy thread that had been hung by the two men's wrists suddenly slipped down under his tug, and the person on the other end disappeared.
Song Yu's footsteps suddenly stopped and he stood in the middle of the street blankly. "Little Taoist Priest?"
There was no sound, and Song Yu immediately called out the names of the ten people from the Ping An Department one by one. Still no one answered, and there was dead silence all around.
Don't panic, Song Yu stood there and knocked the wooden fish quietly, once, twice... The original fear slowly faded away. He seems to have become accustomed to the daily routine of being forced offline after entering large and dangerous dungeons.
But when did Jie Nanshi disappear? Song Yu recalled the conversations along the way. Every previous sentence would be responded to, but then the responses stopped abruptly. He originally thought it touched on a topic that Xie Nanshi didn't want to talk about, but now it seems that Xie Nanshi and others may no longer be around him at that time.
The top priority... either find the thigh or find the way back.
Song Yu looked back and saw the endless fog. It would be too easy to get lost walking back in this situation. Song Yu sighed and squeezed the wooden fish in his hand.
