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Section 43
Muttered.
Rumble!
There was another loud noise that shook the mountain, and the chest of Bailang Lake seemed to be broken open. The ice and snow cracked, revealing the black and hard boulders, and the more turbulent water rushed down the mountain.
Wuyi was very slow, and turned around very slowly.
A sharp wolf howl suddenly cut through the night sky.
Hundreds of white wolves rushed down from the top of the mountain and rushed to the crowd by the lake.
Wuyi Ying faced the blazing fire. The gust of wind messed up his hair, and he could no longer see his expression. could only hear the sound of countless flesh and blood being torn apart, and painful cries.
Scene change. In the dilapidated underground palace, Wuyi rummaged frantically in front of the bookshelves, and the ground was covered with shredded paper and flying pages.
"The law of rebirth... the law of rebirth..." Wu Yi muttered words and kept repeating, constantly searching for all the ancient books left by his ancestors, but nothing was found, his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes.
Wu Yi sat slumped in front of the bookcase and noticed a picture that was rolled up in the corner.
It seems to be rolled up in a hurry, and the wet ink stained the paper a little, but the whole painting is still lifelike, and the painter's gentleness is evident between the brush strokes.
In the picture, two high-spirited teenagers are riding on a majestic white wolf with smiles on their faces. Behind them are the towering snow-capped mountains, and at their feet are countless blooming, snow-white dream fairy epiphanies.
Big tears fell from his face.
Wu Yi stared at the flowers in this painting thoughtfully.
In the other corner of the desk, there is a bowl of wontons that are already cold.
...
The underground palace disappeared. Now, Yan Changqing followed Wuyi to a withered flower field. Wuyi bowed his head, knelt on the ground, holding the dream fairy that had withered before it bloomed.
Why? Why don't these life-saving epiphanies grow alive?
Wuyi slammed his fist to the ground, and the rough stone immediately cut through his hand, and blood flowed into the soil.
However, just where the blood was flowing, a dreamy night flower that was clearly withered, suddenly rejuvenated and slowly unfolded the withered flower leaves.
Wuyi's eyes widened, and he stretched out a slightly trembling finger, very carefully, touching this tiny flower leaf.
...
The illusion is changing. Wuyi stood in a field of dream fairy night flowers that hadn't bloomed, and used a knife to draw wounds on his arms and legs, letting his own blood water all the flowers.
"not enough……"
Wuyi looked at the scars all over his body indifferently, cutting his own flesh and blood with a single knife, he seemed to have lost his pain, and he didn't even wrinkle his eyebrows slightly, as if he was doing a routine that didn't matter at all.
After a while, he almost became a blood man, with no good skin on his body.
Except his face.
It used to be a handsome, sunny, and somewhat innocent face.
"not enough…"
Wuyi raised the knife and cut it to his face without hesitation.
Yan Changqing's heart trembled when she saw it. He finally understood why the face behind the mask of the Great Witch Doctor was so scarred.
But... it takes too much, and his blood alone is not enough.
Wuyi grabbed a few of the previously withered Mengxian blooming branches and walked to the top of the mountain. The originally clean and mirrorless Bailang Lake has dried up a lot, beside the hard boulders, dozens of white wolves are digging the gravel with their claws for a while, trying in vain to dig out the water so that the Bailang Lake will not be exhausted.
From this supreme angle, it can be seen that there are already large tracts of collapsed potholes on the White Wolf Mountain at this time. These potholes are spreading downward, and they are almost close to the prosperous Qinchuan city.
"The second brother is right, you have harmed the creatures of Bai Cangshan, and you have also harmed yourself." Wuyi murmured to himself, a creepy smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"But, it's not enough." The long, black, gold-embroidered robe shook in the wind, like a black eagle with its wings spread out.
"Blood debts and blood." Wuyi buttoned on the white wolf mask and walked down the mountain.
...
Wuyi returned to the flower field. He cut the fingers of every virgin who was used as a sacrifice, and dripped their blood on Mengxiantan.
A few Mengxiantan bloomed slightly, and in the faint fragrance of flowers, the dark green eyes of Wuyi lost their focus, and they were intoxicated in the fantasy realm of Mengxiantan.
"Have you seen it?" Wuyi pointed to the distance: "Did he move?"
The boys and girls were immersed in the illusion and shook their heads in confusion.
"Impossible!" Wu Yi roared, unconscious.
"Meng Xian Tan is too little, must be Meng Xian Tan too little!" Wuyi said to himself: "I want to plant more, more..."
Wuyi stood up and walked to the top of the mountain. The ice coffins of Feilan and the tribe were placed there.
The light suddenly turned into a dazzling white.
When they opened their eyes again, Yan Changqing and the others had already returned to reality.
The truth is revealed.
Yan Changqing and Helian Rongchuan looked at each other in silence.
In front of them, the great witch doctor bowed his head on the ice coffin, holding a few Mengxiantan in one hand.
Around him, there was a large patch of dark red blood that had solidified.
Meng Xiantan has withered, the pale white petals that have lost their lives, just like the scarred face of a great witch doctor.
Wei Jin looked at the solidified corner of the witch doctor's mouth, smiled intoxicated, stretched out her finger, and pricked the tip of his nose.
Silently shook his head.
"He was deceived by Meng Xiantan." Wei Jin said: "Meng Xiantan watered with the blood of virgins will only make people see the false environment. It can't save people at all."
Yan Changqing and Helian Rongchuan worked together to carry the great witch doctor into the ice coffin where Feilan was sleeping.
At the moment when the ice coffin was opened, Yan Changqing realized that Feilan was surrounded by colorful gadgets.
A pack of fried chestnuts with sugar, a pack of zongzi candies, a rattle with a painted New Year picture doll, a windmill made of gold paper, a cloth tiger made of rag head, a bunch of candied haws, a clay sculpture of a red-faced egg rabbit...
Yan Changqing's hand inadvertently touched a round, stiff thing next to Feilan.
"This is……?"
Yan Changqing looked down and found that Feilan had a white porcelain bowl beside him.
There are a few swollen wontons at the bottom of the bowl. Surprisingly, the wontons are still fresh, and there is no secret.
It's a pity that no one eats it anymore.
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Change the map in the next chapter~
Thank you Sansi Little Angel for the mine, bow!
Gusty grass 1
As the ice coffin slowly closed, all the white wolves raised their necks one after another, and started howling long, as if singing a long elegy in chorus.
Helian Rongchuan lit a torch, and all the withered Meng Xian Tan was instantly involved in the raging fire.
Although Mengxiantan withered, its rhizome still has a great psychedelic and addictive effect. The so-called "sacred medicine" believed by the people of Qinchuan is to use the flower rhizome as the medicine. If this flower is not removed, there will be endless troubles.
In the golden flames, several people walked down the mountain in silence. However, he did not go far, Helian Rongchuan suddenly heard a rush of wind in his ears, and a white shadow suddenly rushed towards them!
Suddenly, Helian Rongchuan stepped and stopped in front of Yan Changqing, and slapped the white wolf on the throat.
At the same time, Yan Changqing's machete was also inserted into the white wolf's chest.
With one palm and one knife, the power was so powerful that the white wolf was knocked out at once.
Helian Rongchuan could only see clearly that this was a very thin white wolf with dry fur. However, despite its bony skin and a fatal blow, the white wolf still vomited blood while snoring at the sharp and yellowish one. Teeth and muddy green eyes stared at them greedily and frantically.
It seems that what it sees is not a person, but a few pieces of extremely delicious meat.
Xiang Yu silently stepped forward and blocked Wei Jin a little bit. He always felt that the white wolf's eyes were a bit wrong, which made him feel shabby.
Helian Rongchuan turned to Wei Jin and asked, "Why is this wolf different from the previous white wolf? It seems—"
It was too late to say that it was fast, and at the moment Helian Rongchuan turned around, a white wolf suddenly appeared in the grass behind him, with sharp fangs and scarlet tongue, and went straight to Helian Rongchuan!
If this bite is bitten, Helian Rongchuan's neck must be broken!
Yan Changqing's heart was suddenly empty, and without thinking about it, he suddenly pushed Helian Rongchuan out.
The sharp machete pierced the white wolf's jaw, so deep that it almost sank into the hilt.
At this time, with the warm blood spurting out, Yan Changqing's left elbow felt a sharp pain of tearing flesh. Two sharp wolf teeth pierced deeply into his flesh and blood.
Helian Rongchuan was shocked, and with all his strength, he kicked the white wolf away.
Yan Changqing's face turned pale, but still pressed his right hand against the wound on his elbow without saying a word. Seeing his cold sweat on his forehead, Helian Rongchuan knew that the pain was very severe, and he was suddenly heartache and frustrated, and he quickly pulled a clean veil to help him tie up the wound.
Obviously he was a person who could talk and laugh before Taishan collapsed. At this time, his hands trembled uncontrollably. After trying three times in a row, he couldn't wear the square veil.
Yan Changqing looked at Helian Rongchuan and comforted: "I'm fine."
...
Helian Rongchuan tightened his lips, and continued to fight the veil without saying a word.
"It's just a small injury—"
"Small injury?" Helian Rongchuan suddenly broke out: "Such a big blood hole! What if you bite in the vital part? What if you have tetanus? What if you lose too much blood!!!"
Yan Changqing looked at Helian Rongchuan who was like a roaring lion. He was a little bit dumbfounded and asked, "Then every time you stand in front of me? Have you considered this issue for yourself?"
Helian Rongchuan was taken aback, then roared: "You care about me?!"
Yan Changqing got angry and immediately asked: "So, do you care about me?"
Helian Rongchuan:...
Helian Rongchuan was obviously choked and his face flushed.
Yan Changqing stared at him unwillingly, but suddenly felt a little guilty in his heart.
Helian Rongchuan was obviously worried about him, but he choked on him like this, isn't it...?
Just thinking about it, Yan Changqing was suddenly swept into a generous and warm chest.
Across the shirt, Yan Changqing could feel Helian Rongchuan's heart beating violently.
What made his heart beat so anxiously?
"Never again." Helian Rongchuan hugged Yan Changqing tightly, as if he wanted to rub him into the depths of his own flesh and blood to protect him, and said every word, "Never again."
"My heart will hurt. It hurts."
Yan Changqing raised his head slightly, looking at Helian Rongchuan's eyes with some surprise. The hot emotion burning in those amber pupils made him a little at a loss.
"This...um...cough cough." Xiang Yu couldn't help but coughed a little embarrassingly: "Or, let's go down the mountain?"
Xiang Yu really doesn't understand. Isn't it because the white wolf bit two blood holes? Why is this Dongyun so fussy? Hug at every turn, are they so passionate and unrestrained in their courtesy thanks to the savior?
"His Royal Highness, don't worry. My general is in great health. He has been injured much more than heavier before. Isn't it good!" He turned around and wanted to ask Wei Jin for approval: "Little doctor, you said yes. Isn't it? It's a small injury, doesn't it matter?"
Wei Jin was frowning and staring at the white wolf that was still alive. He didn't know what to think about in his mind, and didn't care about Xiang Yu's words, but just nodded casually.
Helian Rongchuan frowned and said, "Have you suffered more injuries before? Where?! Let me see!"
Last time in the camp, he took off most of Yan Changqing's clothes and saw no wounds. Could it be an internal injury?
Yan Changqing thought that Helian Rongchuan was going to be messing around again, gave him a warning look, turned around and left.
"Hey, hey, what are you running, let me see!" Helian Rongchuan hurriedly chased after him.
Xiang Yu scratched the back of his head unclearly, and pulled Wei Jin and said, "Hurry up? It's dangerous here, don't you jump out of the white wolf again?"
Wei Jin was dragged by him and walked down the mountain step by step, her expression dignified.
He didn't need to look back to know that the white wolf whose jaw was pierced by Yan Changqing was lying on the cold snow, dying, and would die soon after. But those muddy, desperate wolf eyes, sharp wolf teeth, and uncontrollable convulsions were deeply imprinted in Wei Jin's mind.
Wei Jin felt that this white wolf was very different from the hundreds of white wolves in front of the ice coffin. It is so skinny, dirty, crazy, it seems to have lost all its sanity...
"What do you want?" Xiang Yu said.
"Nothing." Wei Jin rubbed her face, trying hard to get rid of the muddy green wolf eyes in her mind.
Hope it's just that he thinks too much.
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One day later.
The sky was just getting bright, and the sky was still a cool dark blue. Qinchuan County Government Office Director He Li had been waiting outside Yan Changqing’s gate early, holding a thick stack of papers in his hand, bowing his head, and walking around the dead trees in the yard. , Walked around, and walked around again.
It was obviously a very cool morning, but a thin layer of sweat broke out on He Li's forehead. don't know how many times went around, and finally heard a creak of the door, He Li immediately grabbed the paper and greeted him.
A little guard opened the door. He looked at He Li with a little surprise: "You, why are you here?" He pointed to the paper in He Li's hand. The top few strong thin gold characters "Anti-earthquake" Eighteen Anti-epidemic Items" are particularly eye-catching:
"When the general came back, he didn't care about rest for half an hour. He wrote about it all day and night without sleep. Didn't it make it clear to you?"
"Clear is clear, but I dare not follow it!" He Li lifted up his sleeve and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said: "If the people are to know the requirements of these eighteen rules, I'm really afraid they will In a fit of anger, I took away all the ancestral graves of my He family!"
The little guard was a little embarrassed: "But now the general just sleeps... he..."
He Li suddenly became anxious, and blurted out without thinking, "I'm still asleep at this time? Are you afraid that the people of Qinchuan will lift the sky up for a while?!"
As soon as the voice fell, a few soft coughs suddenly sounded inside the door.
The little guard stuck his tongue out and moved aside.
Yan Changqing was standing quietly in front of the door, with his long hair loose and his robe draped in.
He Li immediately realized that he had no choice but to speak, and hurriedly said, "I didn't mean that, I—"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly let out a soft "ah".
He Li suddenly noticed that the robe that Yan Changqing was wearing turned out to be a fox fur.
It is midsummer. Although it is a little cool in the morning, where is the fox fur cloak that is needed only in the winter of thirty-nine? !
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Thank you Sansi little angel, Yunxier little angel’s mine!
Strong wind and strong grass 2
Yan Changqing noticed He Li's surprised eyes. He lowered his head and glanced at his coat, took it off quietly, and handed it to the little guard on the side: "Take it down."
The little guard hesitated, but stopped talking, and had to take over the fox fur.
He Li glanced at Yan Changqing strangely, and saw that apart from his pale face, there seemed to be nothing wrong with him, so he didn't have time to think about it.
He Li is full of heart now, with other thoughts. Followed Yan Changqing into the main hall, before his butt was seated, he shook the "Eighteen Anti-Earthquake and Epidemic Prevention Measures" in his hand and said: "Master Yan, you are really under an official"
Yan Changqing didn't wait for He Li to finish, but waved his hand and said, "Taste the tea first."
He Li noticed that there was a cup of steaming tea on the table, which seemed to be prepared in advance. But he was anxious at this time, there was no intention of tasting tea, he just picked it up and took a sip, and continued: "The eighteen articles of Master Yan, the official is really...you see, only one piece of holy medicine is confiscated and burned. It can arouse a lot of people's anger, but considering the poison of this holy medicine, that's all. But the adults actually want the entire Qinchuan people to move away in a blanket!? Not to mention the people, just..." He Li gritted his teeth , I simply said what I was thinking in my heart: "It’s me, who, my heart