Shen Qingzhu sat in front of the mountain wall, covering his wounds, his brain running rapidly. The terrain he had just escaped flashed through his mind, looking for a way to break through the demonic blockade and leave here.
At this moment, Shen Qingzhu felt that his palm was itching more and more. He scratched it twice subconsciously. Suddenly he felt something was wrong, so he stretched out his palm in front of his eyes and spread it out.
His pupils suddenly contracted!
I saw a sarcoma the size of my thumb growing out of nowhere in the palm of my left hand.
The tumor was soaked in the blood on the palm of the hand and squirmed slightly, as if something was about to burst out of it soon. It was extremely itchy.
The location where this tumor grew was exactly where he touched the ash falling from the sky with his palm.
As it gradually grew and squirmed, a faint whisper began to sound in Shen Qingzhu's ears. Although it was only as subtle as a mosquito, its appearance still made Shen Qingzhu's heart skip a beat!
"Cthulhu?!"
Having dealt with Hongyue in the fishing village, he certainly knew what this whisper meant. His eyes flashed with light, and he quickly got up from the ground regardless of the fatal wound on his waist and abdomen!
A cruel look flashed across his face.
Snapped--!!
A clear snap of fingers sounded, and the surrounding air quickly compressed into a thin invisible blade. The blade rubbed against the air, and wisps of blazing flames flowed out and adhered to the blade.
With Shen Qingzhu's fingertips lightly hooked, the air blade was aimed at his left hand and slashed out without hesitation.
Hearing a painful groan, half of his palm fell to the ground.
The flames attached to the surface of the blade temporarily sintered the wound on the palm to prevent a large amount of blood from being lost, but the severe pain still continued to impact Shen Qingzhu's mind.
He gritted his teeth, his face turned pale, but his eyes were fixed on the half of his hand in the pool of blood and the wriggling tumor in his palm.
He was more afraid of being contaminated by Cthulhu than death. If this knife failed to successfully block their invasion, the next knife would be aimed at his neck.
In the pool of blood, the sarcoma attached to half of the palm squirmed crazily for a moment, and a tiny crack opened in the middle. Countless red bugs crawled among the sarcomas, forming a red eyeball the size of a mung bean.
This eyeball looked around, and finally landed on the pale Shen Qingzhu in front of him. Then, the four fingers connected to the palm seemed to come alive. They flicked the ground with one finger, and the half of the palm turned over in mid-air, stabilizing.
It fell steadily, like a four-legged sarcoma spider, quickly crawling towards Shen Qingzhu!
What the hell is this?
Shen Qingzhu's eyes narrowed, and he snapped his fingers with his right hand. The half of his hand on the ground was rapidly compressed by the air, squeezed and deformed. As a ball of fire ignited, it was completely burned and turned into coke.
Looking at the disgusting black meat in front of him, Shen Qingzhu took a deep breath, and his racing heart finally calmed down.
When he turned his head again to look at the ashes dancing wildly outside the mountain, his eyes had completely changed.
He was just touched a little by the ashes, and it had such a terrifying effect. So if he had been exposed to the ashes... what kind of monster would he turn into?
Shen Qingzhu looked away from the ashes flying in the sky, glanced at the demon hovering above the mountain, then looked down at the worsening wound on his waist, and after a moment, smiled bitterly.
He leaned against the wall of the mountain, sat down slowly, took out a cigarette from his arms, lit it, held it in his mouth, and took a deep breath. The hazy smoke enveloped his pale face.
He no longer plans to go out and fight for his life.
After getting out, if he is still alive, his air barrier can prevent these ashes from touching him, but once he bleeds to death and is besieged by demons while he is still alive, his body will turn into ashes sooner or later.
Turn into a monster... Instead of that, he might as well wait here quietly for death, at least the body can be more dignified.
He stretched out his right hand, touched his chest, and touched something hard.
He sighed deeply and closed his eyes.
The fire spread along the cigarette, and the burning embers were blown away by the breeze blowing through the cracks in the ground. In the gradually thinning smoke, Shen Qingzhu's body became colder.
…
Two figures were flying rapidly through the cracks in the mountain.
While An Qingyu was observing the surroundings, he subconsciously clasped the palms of his hands with his fingertips, as if he was itching.
Lin Qiye's figure in front of him paused and suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" An Qingyu asked.
"We're reaching a valley ahead." Lin Qiye withdrew his mental perception and looked a little weird, "And..."
"And what?"
"There are a lot of resentful souls gathering there, which is a bit strange."
An Qingyu frowned slightly, raised his head and glanced at the sky, "There is no time to take a detour... Can we just escape into the void and pass through it like we just did?"
"The valley is not too big, so it should be fine."
Lin Qiye made a rough estimate and nodded slightly.
[Zhan Bai] can indeed lead people to escape into the void, but it cannot stay for a long time. In addition, Lin Qiye also has to bring An Qingyu with him, so the duration is even shorter under the burden of the two of them. However, with their two
With speed, it shouldn't be difficult to cross the valley in a short time.
Lin Qiye pulled out [Zhan Bai], grabbed An Qingyu, and the two figures disappeared at the same time.
After returning to the black and white void world, the two people immediately moved forward at full speed. In a moment, they passed through the narrow cracks in the mountain and ground. Suddenly, their eyes opened up and they came to a valley.
After stepping into this valley, An Qingyu immediately understood what Lin Qiye meant by "strange".
The ashes scattered all over the sky like heavy snow, turning the surrounding black peaks and valleys into gray white. The ashes piled on the ground were about thirty to forty centimeters high. In this dead world, countless black figures were standing among the flying ashes.
, clasped his hands together, and looked up devoutly at the crack in the sky that was constantly sprinkling ashes.
These are all resentful souls.
Just as An Qingyu was about to turn his head, he caught sight of a familiar figure from the corner of his eye, stumbling out of a crack in the ground.
It was the greedy ghost they had seen in the cracks in the ground before, constantly looking for "gold".
His skinny body crawled quickly among the piled ashes, as if he was still looking for large rocks. Gray-white ash fell on him one after another, quickly dyeing it gray-white.
After crawling for more than ten seconds, his body suddenly shook, like a stone sculpture, lying dumbly among the ashes.
After a long time, he raised his head stiffly, his empty eyes staring at the falling ashes above his head, gradually showing signs of enthusiasm and excitement!