In the late Song Dynasty, he rode on the sea of clouds and flew over nearly a hundred miles of mountain road in just a few dozen breaths.
This speed was actually slowed down intentionally by her to take care of the little girl beside her.
She even pinched a vitality shield to make the strong wind in the sky gentle invisibly.
The gentle sky wind is like a veil, blowing slowly from both sides of the sea of clouds, bringing with it a strange dream-like feeling. The little girl who was originally squatting on the cloud, scared and frightened, stood up straight without realizing it, and finally uttered her first logically clear words since meeting Song Ciwan.
"I'm flying!" She first shouted in surprise, then turned her head and asked Song Ciwan, "I'm flying into the sky, Immortal Chief, are you an immortal?"
Immediately afterwards, a bunch of words were poured out quickly: "Chief Immortal, our village suffered a disaster. My father and mother went to no one in order to resist those strange things. My brother took me to escape, and I also worked with them. Brother is separated. Immortal Chief, please save my parents and brother, please?"
When she talked about it later, her childish voice had a hint of crying.
A kind of panic and grievance came over me with hindsight.
The scale of heaven and earth received a group of human desires: [Human desires, the panic, fear, and confusion of mortals, can be sold for a pound or eighty taels. 】
Children, although their emotions are exciting, their desires are shallow.
Song Ciwan said in a calm tone: "Don't be anxious."
These two simple words have a powerful power of calmness and gentleness.
The little girl's sobbing stopped immediately. She stood up straight on the cloud curiously and leaned down to look down.
After flying for hundreds of miles, the scene ahead suddenly changed.
First, large areas of farmland and roads appeared, and then wisps of gray smoke meandered among the outlines of distant villages.
The little girl leaned forward involuntarily and shouted in surprise on the cloud: "Yes, that's our village! That's right there, great! Fairy, are my parents and brother saved? You are willing to save them, right? ?”
Song Ciwan didn't answer immediately, but just pressed the cloud head down, and at the same time lightly flicked his fingers, and opened a golden armor talisman and attached it to the little girl.
In the distance, before the clouds even descended, she felt an extremely strong blood evil aura in the village.
It's not evil energy, it's not demonic energy, it's pure blood evil energy.
If this kind of blood evil energy can be suppressed and absorbed, it should be a great tonic for warriors, body-refining monks, and even monsters.
But if it is touched by mortals, or falls into a gathering place where ordinary mortals gather, it will inevitably cause all kinds of chaos, greed, and disputes.
Song Ciwan had a guess in her mind. The disaster that the little girl said about the village must be related to this bloody evil energy.
After thinking about it, in addition to the golden armor talisman, Song Ciwan simply inserted a tranquility talisman into the little girl's body.
After the Jingshen Talisman entered the body, the little girl on the head of the cloud suddenly yawned. She sat on the cloud and fell asleep for some reason.
Song Ciwan picked up the child with one hand, dropped it into the village, and began to look around the village.
The houses in the village were severely damaged. Various human body parts and blood could be seen everywhere on the ground, as well as traces of animals running around.
There were footprints of monsters on the ground. Song Ciwan walked by and could even sense some of the chaotic monster energy remaining in them.
But it's not just a monster, there's an even weirder aura.
It is difficult to explain what kind of aura this is. It is human-like but not human-like. It is somewhat similar to the blood-evil aura that permeates the village, but it is also stained with more resentment and darkness.
The village was in ruins, except for broken flesh and body parts, and not a single living person was seen.
And the hair in Song Ciwan's hand that had been used to calculate the direction suddenly started to burn without fire at this moment.
This shows that everyone in the world who is related to the little girl is actually in this village.
Whether it was her parents who "didn't know where they went" as the little girl said before, or her brother who "took her to escape from the village", in the end, no one actually left the village.
So, where were they without leaving the village?
Are they all dead and turned into pieces of flesh and limbs on the ground?
still……
Song Ciwan simply stopped making calculations and chose a direction based on instinct.
She held the little girl in one hand and walked slowly towards the southeast corner of the village. Her steps seemed slow but were actually fast. In just a few steps, she passed through several roads in the village. Suddenly, she saw a building like an ancestral hall appearing in front of her.
Yes, it is the ancestral hall.
There is an ancestral hall in every village, which is not surprising.
The strange thing is that the ancestral hall in front of you seems to be both virtual and real. It is obviously under the bright sky, but it actually gives people an illusory feeling like soot?
And the wisps of gray smoke that Song Ciwan saw in the clouds happened to come from this ancestral hall.
Song Ciwan was not in a hurry to enter the ancestral hall. She held the little girl in her arms and stood quietly outside the ancestral hall, with a divine light flashing in her eyes.
Then the next moment, her eyes seemed to have the power to penetrate the world——
In this way, Song Ciwan directly penetrated the appearance of the strange ancestral hall in front of him with his naked eyes, and saw the root tracks deep inside.
This is the fourth level of body refining, one of the strange abilities of Kaiyuan Wanxiang, taking chestnuts from the fire and seeing the truth.
In the ancestral hall, there were voices wailing and crying.
About thirty villagers were tied up and down in the main hall of the ancestral hall.
In the main hall, the dark tablets were piled up ten levels, as if they were piled up into a tall pagoda.
The ten levels of memorial tablets show that this is a village that has lasted for a long time.
Generally speaking, in a village like this that has lasted for a long time, the power of the ancestors' spirits in its ancestral hall should be very strong. Generally, demons who have become wise during the psychic stage will not even be willing to provoke such villages.
But at this moment, the ten layers of tablets were in ruins and in bad condition.
Although the long altar table below the memorial tablet is filled with offering bowls, the items in those offering bowls are either hairy and rotten, or shriveled and black, as if they have not been taken care of for a long time, or as if they have been encountered suddenly. Some kind of horrific erosion.
An indescribable eerie atmosphere permeated the ancestral hall, coupled with the wailing and crying of the villagers, making the entire ancestral hall look even more eerie inside and outside.
It was clearly a clear day and the sky was clear, but the air around the ancestral hall was clearly extremely cold.
Among the weeping villagers, there was an old lady who was crying, and suddenly her whole body twitched, and she didn’t know what happened——
Perhaps she was too old, but today's encounter was really the limit of what she could bear. She suddenly rolled her eyes while twitching, then her neck began to lean back, her waist arched back, and her legs suddenly kicked forward.
The villagers nearby exclaimed: "Third Grandma, Third Grandma, what's wrong with you?"
There was also a woman who cried and said: "Jing Liulang, is it you? Is it you? Come out! Look what has become of your grandma? How can you bear it? Why are you so cruel? How can you do this? ah……"
The woman cried heartbreakingly, but the hands and feet of all the villagers, including the woman, were bound by pitch-black vines. People were either crying or shouting... but apart from crying, they were unable to do anything else.
Seeing the convulsing Third Grandma rolling her eyes, her throat was "hoo-ho", she could not take a breath, and she seemed to be dying soon. More and more villagers were shouting: "Third Grandma!"
Some villagers also shouted: "Jing Liulang, come out! Come out! Do you really want to do this and watch your grandma die?"
Finally, at the moment when the third grandma was about to die, the old lady struggled to spit out a sentence: "Huaisheng..."
Before he finished speaking, the old man stopped twitching.
A tall and bloated figure flashed out from behind the pagoda made of dark tablets.
Although the figure was bloated, it was as fast as lightning.
The villagers were still shouting in horror: "Jing Liulang!"
"Jing Huaisheng!"
The bloated figure was already flashing and threw itself in front of the twitching old man who fell to the ground.
He took the old man out of the crowd, reached out and pulled, and the vines binding the old man were easily torn off by him.
Then the bloated figure cut his wrist, and dark red blood gurgled out from his wrist.
He put his wrist to the old man's mouth, and the old man seemed to feel a supreme temptation.
It was clear that the moment before, he was rolling his eyes, breathing too much out and taking in too little, and he was on the verge of death. But at this moment, with the appearance of bleeding wrists, the dying old man suddenly opened his eyes, and a pair of old hands were covered with blood. Veins.
The hands with bulging veins tightly grasped the thick wrists of the burly figure, and then pressed the wound firmly to his mouth.
The old man opened his mouth, stared, and sucked in the fresh blood like a madman.
Gudong——
Gudong——
This is the sound of the old man's throat rolling when he swallows blood, and it is also the sound of the tied villagers on the other side... swallowing saliva invisibly.
As this bloated figure appeared, especially at the moment when he cut his wrist, not only the old man he held beside him suddenly became excited and sucked blood like crazy, but also the many villagers who were originally crying, Everyone is in high spirits at this moment.
I saw the villagers stretching their necks and widening their eyes one by one.
Their mouths were open, saliva dripping from the corners of their mouths.
They closed their mouths again and began to slurp their own saliva wildly.
If the black vines hadn't bound them tightly, they might have pounced on him like hungry ghosts, threw the bloated figure who was cutting his wrists to feed his grandmother to the ground, and devoured him alive!
At this moment, a gust of wind came from somewhere.
Suddenly, the flame of a white candle on the altar table grew wildly. Under the long and bright light, the face of the bloated figure was finally revealed clearly in front of the villagers.
What kind of bloated figure could I see here?
Yes, when the light was dim earlier, Jing Huaisheng’s figure did indeed look very bloated——
But at this moment, the light suddenly brightened, and people could clearly see that Jing Huaisheng was actually thin!
Not only was this young man very thin, his body was even skinny and skinny.
He has a sallow face and a head of messy yellow hair. Under the yellow hair, his eyes are sunken. If another scene occurs, Jing Huaisheng can play the role of a ghost directly without makeup.
But it was only his torso that was thin, while his limbs were very thick and burly. What's especially terrifying is that he doesn't have just one pair of hands, he has three pairs of hands and six arms.
Therefore, at this moment, Jing Huaisheng looked like this, clearly more terrifying than a ghost!
The villagers who were drooling crazily suddenly woke up again.
Then there were screams that reached into the sky: "Ah!"
"Ahhhhh!"
"Ghost!"
"Help!"
"Third Grandma, help me!"
"Jing Huaisheng, don't come over!"
"Irokuro, go away!"
"Wanshengzi, why didn't you die on the same day?"
…
Among all the screams, the sentence "夤生生" suddenly seemed to press some strange button.
All the screams stopped in an instant, and the third grandma who was holding her arms and sucking blood suddenly trembled and stopped sucking blood.
The next moment, the third grandma suddenly shook off Jing Huaisheng's thick arm, as if shaking off something dirty.
"vomit!"
She turned her head, dug her mouth, and lay on the ground retching.
It was as if she was not the one who was actively sucking blood just now, as if what she just ate was something dirty...
Jing Huaisheng stood up. His figure, both thin and bloated, appeared to be divided into light and dark under the high candlelight, and was eerie and uncertain.
He looked down at the third grandma who was lying on the ground retching.
The third grandma trembled all over, as if she felt his substantial gaze. She could no longer retch, so she covered her mouth, turned her head, and carefully called out: "Huaisheng."
After calling like this, the old man got up from the ground.
Song Ciwan outside the ancestral hall noticed the old man getting up——
I saw that his legs and feet were very nimble, and his movements were clean and agile. He did not look like an old man who was dying just now, but more like a strong young man.
Under the light of the candlelight, it can be seen that although the old man's hair is still gray, her face that was originally full of wrinkles now seems to have lost most of those old wrinkles!
In other words, after drinking Jing Huaisheng's blood, a dying old man not only survived from the edge of death, but her withered life also seemed to be nourished by fairy liquid and nectar, and she was at least as young as a child in an instant. Ten years old!
The third grandma is still the third grandma, but her back is no longer hunched, her legs are no longer lame, and she is no longer old. Even her cloudy eyes have light again.
It's not just the third grandmother's eyes that have light, there are more villagers, the villagers who are tied to the ground next to them. Although they are tied and unable to move, their eyes are shining brightly. On Jing Huaisheng's body.
The voices of the villagers were filled with relief and joy: "Great! Third Grandma is fine!"
"Huaisheng, you are such a good boy. I told you that you are not that cruel kid. If something happens to your grandma, you must save her."
"Huaisheng, look, there's no such thing as an overnight feud between ancestors and grandchildren, right?"
"Yes, Huaisheng, if you let Third Grandma go, let us go too! We are all on blind dates in the village, so we don't have that much hatred, right?"
"Those who are really bad to you have been eaten by monsters. Huaisheng, we are also poor people..."
