Chen Lujia stood there in confusion, as if he still didn't understand what happened. He stared blankly at the sharp blade that killed Mr. Jiang. The rain kept washing away the blood on it, but it couldn't be washed away.
In the hand holding the bloody sharp blade, there was a faint black sunflower blooming slowly at the tiger's mouth.
"It can't be washed!" He suddenly shouted and became the focus of several people. He Huan suddenly turned his head and stared at him.
Chen Lujia pointed at the sharp blade and said blankly:
"Can't wash it clean!!"
Then he pointed at an ordinary waiter next to him who also looked frightened, and shouted:
"It's all blood...it's all blood!!"
Finally, when he looked at himself, the rain hit him and flowed downwards, leaving behind a dark red mark, which soon stained several people as if they had emerged from a pool of blood.
Chen Lujia screamed in fright, squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, and cried heartbreakingly:
"It can't be washed! It can't be washed! It's all covered in blood!"
The monk with the black sunflower tattoo on his tiger's mouth had a cold look in his eyes, turned the white blade in his hand, and was about to walk towards Chen Lujia.
At the critical moment, He Huan stood in front of him. Looking at the other party's confused and even dangerous eyes, He Huan said coldly:
"He's crazy, let him be."
After taking a look at the bright red color gradually coming out of his body, a faint mist emerged from his body, slowly condensed, and floated towards the sky.
Looking back, except for the monk with the black sunflower tattoo, there were several other ordinary waiters, including Chen Lujia, who was squatting on the ground crying and barking like a dog.
After the bodies of several people were stained red by the rain of blood, a red mist gradually floated out and gathered in the clouds.
Just like the numb mortals passing by one by one!
He Huan's eyes became bloodshot at some point, and his voice seemed a little colder:
"The end result is the same anyway."
Then, stepping on the rain of blood, without looking at Chen Lujia or the corpse at his feet, he walked towards the altar in the distance.
The eyes of several ordinary waiters behind him were also filled with red threads at this time. The previous fear seemed to have disappeared, and they followed He Huan numbly.
The Heikui monk said "Ha!", a look of fear flashed in his eyes, but he put away the white blade in his hand and smiled lowly:
"I didn't expect that the blood training and life-drawing formation taught by Chang An would be improved like this by you. It's really... wonderful!"
Then, like an ordinary waiter, he lowered his head and followed He Huan gradually away.
Only Chen Lujia was left standing there in the rain of blood, shouting something randomly.
...
In Pinjiang City, the altar is no longer empty, and a large number of mortals are kneeling around the altar more densely.
The swaying blood mist rose from them and poured into the clouds. Red lightning began to jump and blood rain fell.
As the rain of blood fell, in Pinjiang City, where some monks were still resisting, the sounds gradually disappeared. There began to be monks devoutly surrounding the tall altar, becoming one of countless mortals.
However, not everyone became a slave to this bloody rain.
port.
A stocky woman with a headscarf and a dark and rough complexion carefully hid in a large wooden cabinet where clothes were originally stored.
The door seemed to have been knocked open by something, and it creaked and swayed in the wind and rain, but the woman hiding on the bed could not move to close it.
Looking out through the cracks in the wooden cabinet. A pair of feet, some wearing shoes, some barefoot, walked forward covered in blood.
The woman recognized one pair of old feet, missing a little finger. They were Old Man Li from the port.
He has been fishing for many years, and it is said that his thumb was cut off by his enemy when he was brave and lost a gambling fight when he was young. Now that I am older, I lie on the fishing net and bask in the sun every day. Occasionally when young people have any disagreements, they come to him to make decisions. The little old man was always very kind.
The woman saw another pair of dirty little feet, with a golden bell tied with a red string on the ankle.
She quickly pursed her lips tightly, letting tears flow down her rough skin.
That's the child of Old Liu's family next door, and he looks like a treasure. The child is only six years old, which is the age when he is innocent and well-behaved. He is particularly lovable and loves to pester Jiang Yuer the most. Jiang Yuer also said that when he grows up, he will take him to see if he has any destiny.
But now, the little feet were numb as they walked in the rain of blood and quickly disappeared behind the door frame.
Some crying and screaming came from outside, and a few rays of light appeared on the woman's face, which was distorted in pain.
Is there anyone else like me...like me who doesn't suffer from this hysteria?
She had the urge to rush out and scream.
But in the end I endured it.
She said softly in an almost inaudible voice:
"My dear, don't go out, don't go out! Dragon Temple... Master Lu Ke will come to save us."
In his arms, he held a seven or eight-year-old child with a dark complexion.
His eyes were red and his consciousness was unclear. He kept struggling and twisting in the woman's arms. The woman was afraid of breaking her little son's bones with such force. But she didn't dare to let go at all.
She knew that once she let go, her youngest son would walk into the rain of blood like those people and never come back.
Afraid that her son would bite off his tongue when he struggled, she put a rough, dark hand in his mouth.
The gnawing sound seemed to appear in her ears along with the heartbreaking pain. The woman frowned fiercely, her face turned pale, and she shouted softly:
"Jiang Yu'er, Jiang Yu'er! Stay there...that Dragon Party, don't come back, don't come back, mom will be fine..."
...
If you raise the angle of view, you can find that there is more than just Pinjiang City at this moment.
In the residential areas outside Pinjiang City, along the banks of Pinjiang, outside Zhenzhu Town, and beside Bainiao Lake, except for the Dragon Climbing Meeting site, all the places where the Red Dragon Altar was built were crowded with a large group of mortals and even monks.
Streams of blood condensed from their bodies and poured into the blood cloud in the sky, making it thicker and thicker.
Of course, there were also many mortals and monks who stayed awake and tried to resist. But he was quickly defeated by the monks who also belonged to the Dragon Temple and some Chang An sect members with black sunflower tattoos.
After being exposed to the rain of blood, the monks in the Dragon Temple will soon gradually lose their resistance and become one of the people who sacrifice the blood mist.
At this moment, if there should be the most powerful resistance force. Then there should be a large number of foreign monks in Zhenzhu Town!
However, a remnant of the ancient formation has already risen in Zhenzhu Town, isolating the inside and outside. Three days later, the formation will be reopened.
"Master Chang, the Fusheng Xuanyi Lingze Return Formation has been fully activated, and all the resisters have been wiped out." A monk in black lowered his head and reported.
The middle-aged monk with a black sunflower tattoo on his neck looked at the blood clouds in the sky, and after a while he asked aloud:
"Tame Haishan, is there any movement?"
The monk in black shook his head: "No. However, the water in Hidden Dragon Lake dropped three feet, clouds covered the sky, and thunder filled the air. The true dragon may have discovered something."
Leader Chang showed an unexpected smile, with a hint of fanaticism flashing in his eyes, and said:
"Okay! Everything is being pushed forward according to the plan. Remember! Everything is for the sect!"
Watching the blood clouds on the horizon gradually gather and rush towards the Dragon Climbing Club, he issued an order:
"Leave some people behind, and the rest will follow me to the Dragon Climbing Club!"
"yes!"
