The streets were filled with thick blood mist, and the cold wind blew slowly, causing the Haotian bells hanging in front of each house to sway endlessly and make an ethereal sound.
"Mom, I'm afraid."
"Shh, don't make a sound!"
A family of four hid under the bed board, not daring to come out.
The curfew drums have long since stopped, but the Jinwu Guards patrol has not yet appeared outside, and the city bells that symbolize the end of the crisis cannot be heard. What does this mean?
The young man suppressed the panic and anxiety in his heart, and silently hugged his wife and children tightly, telling them not to be afraid.
I don’t know if there is too much dust under the bed. The five-year-old daughter lay in her mother’s arms, closed her eyes and took two breaths, “Ah sneeze—”
At the last moment, the mother reached out and covered her daughter's mouth to cover up the "sneeze". Fortunately, no big noise was made.
Under the dim bed, the couple looked at each other, their eyes full of joy.
"Sister, where are you?"
"Is there anyone there? Woohoo, I can't find my way home"
A faint, muted sound came from the street outside the house. The man's expression changed, and he recognized that the source of the sound was the blind girl living at the end of the street.
Her parents are dead, and she and her sister depend on each other, making a living by selling homemade jewelry.
After shouting for a while, no one responded. The little girl walked forward whimpering, and the sound of the bamboo blind stick hitting the floor tiles could be heard from time to time.
Bang.
The sound of falling, the sound of the blind stick falling to the ground, and the sound of sobbing.
The man hesitated for a moment, climbed out from under the bed quietly, and patted the back of his wife's hand gently to show that she didn't have to worry.
With the smallest movement, he touched the window, held the curtain with both hands, and opened a gap very slowly. Then, his pupils instantly dilated.
The blind girl did fall in the middle of the road, her skull was missing, and there was a bloody hemp rope between the two dry brains.
The hemp rope extends upwards as high as six or seven stories, and at the end is hundreds of intertwined wooden beams.
Just like a puppet show, countless hemp ropes hang down from the wooden beams, hanging dozens of "people" with stiff expressions and glowing bodies in the air.
Sensing the gaze of others, the blind girl instantly turned her head and looked at the man.
Phew——
A rope flew out from the pile of chaotic wooden pillars, shattering the glass, and wrapped tightly around the man's neck like a python, dragging him to the street and into the air.
The force of the rope strangulation was so strong that the pain of suffocation and neck bone squeezing and twisting pierced the brain, and the scene in front of him quickly darkened.
Collapse!
Suddenly a ball of fire flew from the depths of the blood mist, hitting the rope and breaking it.
The man fell to the ground under the influence of gravity, and was narrowly avoided by a hand grabbing his collar.
"Are you okay?"
Li Ang placed him on the ground, still holding the glow crossbow in the shooting position with his left hand.
"It's okay, thank you cough cough cough -"
Compared to having his neck broken, being scratched by glass fragments is nothing serious. The man who recognized Li Ang stood up, covered his neck, coughed and thanked him.
"Go home and don't come out again."
Li Ang released his telekinesis, threw the man back into the house, lifted up two roadside slabs to block the window gap of the house, and then turned around to look at the extremely curious "thing."
"Is it an anomaly in the puppet show genre?"
Li Ang frowned slightly. The figures hanging in the air were all Chang'an citizens. Li Ang even knew some of them as neighbors in Jinchengfang.
This pile of things has no body, or in other words, the hanging man, the blood-stained hemp rope, and the wooden beams all together form a complete alien figure.
"In normal times, I might still have time to imprison you, study and dismantle you, and find out the cause. But now. I'd better ask you to die."
Li Ang pointed the glow crossbow toward the ground, pulled the trigger, and released the wind talisman, which was carried by the strong wind and rose from the ground.
Blood-stained hemp ropes were thrown from all directions, and the luminous hanged man rushed towards him with his teeth and claws open.
Li Ang waved his sleeves and threw out a large ball of thought thread, which entangled the intertwined wooden beams and went around in circles.
Zheng——
He grasped the invisible rope with his palm and pulled hard, and the thought thread started to run rapidly like a jigsaw cutting machine.
Wood chips were flying, and after just a few seconds, all the beams and columns were cut into wooden blocks and fell to the ground. The glowing hanged people also had their strength drained and fell to the ground, letting out bursts of beastly howls.
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Li Ang glanced at the corpses of the neighbors crawling on the ground, held his hands, and piled the corpses together, then pulled the trigger of the glow crossbow and burned the pile of corpses to the ground.
The fierce firelight barely dispersed the blood mist nearby, but the corpse burned by the fire did not stop and continued to flutter, with hemp ropes coming out of its body.
Li Ang's eyes turned cold, he released his telekinesis, violently crushed the corpses, and completely silenced the fire, then he strode towards the imperial city to the east.
Aliens of this level are not powerful and can only hurt people in their physical form.
A high-level monk in the Listening to the Rain Realm, or an army of about a hundred people, can easily solve it if they are properly prepared.
The key problem is that the blood mist blocks audio, video and communication, suppresses the flow of spiritual energy, and prevents the monks from even performing half of their usual abilities.
Moreover, the demons in the blood mist also have the ability to "infect".
Ordinary people killed by them will also have alien characteristics, further spreading the plague and creating greater chaos.
Zhaoming was blocked by the mountain and river guardian talisman, so this disaster could only be caused by Mount Taihao.
What exactly did they put in the city?
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Something is wrong. Very wrong.
Yan Lin, who was wearing Jinwu Guards armor and holding Mo Dao in his hand, looked at the thick blood mist outside Zichen Palace, frowning.
After an explosion occurred in the Dali Temple and blood mist poured out, the Jinwu Guards and the palace ministers immediately blocked the gates of the Daming Palace as they had rehearsed, activated the ban, and concentrated the protection of the prince, the concubines in the palace, and the princes and princesses.
Waiting for the news to be sent back.
However, after such a long time, the Nanya guards and Zhenfusi who went to Dali Temple to investigate the cause of the explosion still did not show up. Even the monks sent by the palace were like mud cows drowning in the sea, and there was no news.
"Be good, this won't hurt."
Compared to Yan Lin's solemnity, He Siping, who was also in the Zichen Palace, was much calmer.
He used silk thread to help a little prince sew up the scratch on his finger. He smiled and bowed in response to the prince's childish thanks, then walked to the prince's side and said softly: "The Daming Palace has complicated restrictions, so nothing will happen."<
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"I'm not worried about that."
Prince Li Si, who had already assumed the important task of supervising the country even before he was 30 years old, glanced at the people in the palace, shook his head and whispered: "I am worried about the people and ministers of Chang'an outside the palace."
Emperor Yu's enthronement of Chan did not take away all the officials, but many courtiers remained in Chang'an.
"The people in the city have their own defense force, so they won't fall so easily."
He Siping offered words of comfort and did not notice at all that there were two obscure eyes in the corner of the palace, staring at his back as he was talking to the prince.
"The time is coming."
"Mom, please bear with me a little longer."
This chapter has been completed!