Yan Shijiu sat in front of the threshold, looking at the people coming and going on the street with an unshaven beard.
He was a positive and energetic young man, but after suffering such a big blow, he suddenly became decadent. His style of painting also changed from a young boy to a sloppy uncle, as if he was a different person. Wu Chong was comforting him.
After two sentences, he specifically informed the entire palace about accepting him as a disciple.
But even so, it couldn't make him recover.
"Nineteen, are you in a daze again?"
Elder Bu Kuang brought a jug of wine over and sat down next to Yan Shijiu.
This boy's energy and spirit have been wiped out, and now he no longer has the ambition he had before. Even his future direction has become a little confused. Looking at this boy's current situation, Elder Bu Kuang couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder.
With the world people.
However, Yan Shijiu was a little more miserable than him. It seemed that he had been touched by those women from the Baihua Kingdom, and his waist was almost squeezed dry.
My legs and stomach are still shaking when I walk now.
Thinking about it this way, his Lao Bu's experience was nothing. Although it was quite tragic, there was no harm without comparison.
"well!"
Elder Bu Kuang patted Yan Shijiu on the shoulder and could only comfort him like this.
We are both fallen people in the world, but you have fallen more than me.
"Drink?"
Seeing that Yan Shijiu was still like this, Elder Bu Kuang handed over the wine in his hand.
"Thank you, Elder Bu."
He took the wine and took a sip, and the spicy taste went straight down his throat into his chest. After coughing twice, he felt much better. Yan Jiu exhaled a breath of thick air and thanked him in a hoarse voice.
After sitting there for so long, he finally figured it out.
In life, you will always encounter setbacks. His setback was a little more severe, but as a grown man, what is the threshold that you can't overcome! Isn't that woman named Narcissus also working under the master now? Her status is not as good as him.
"Speaking of which, I remember when I went out, didn't the owner of the village give you a magic talisman?"
Seeing that Yan Shijiu had recovered and was walking much more relieved, he asked casually.
As soon as he mentioned the magic talisman, Yan Jiu's tears immediately fell down.
There are talismans.
but......
It's big!
It was as big as a piece of clothing. When someone was fighting, he stopped to take off his clothes. But later he was captured and the other party took off his clothes.
The magic talisman sent by Master Wu was also torn into pieces during the process of taking off clothes, and it had no effect at all.
...
In the mountainous forest area dozens of miles away from Jinghai, the shadow agent of Qingyi Tower stared at the scene in front of him with wide eyes, and his whole person fell into a daze. The invisible "unknown whisper" swept over, and the master of Qingyi Tower lost his mind.
After losing consciousness, he slowly walked towards the fog like a walking zombie, and finally submerged into it, leaving only the rolling fog telling what happened just now.
The same scene occurred in many places in Jinghai area, accompanied by devouring and spreading.
The fog occupies an increasingly wider area.
With the new temple as the center, it slowly swept across the entire Jinghai area, and gradually approached the area where Jinghai City is located.
Linjiang County is the largest medicinal material transfer place for Prince Jinghai.
Ma Runan, dressed in black, and the shadow warriors from the palace, carefully searched every treasure here.
These things are all sent to the palace. Some of them are the property of the palace, and some are collected from other channels.
"The matter of medicinal materials is what the prince is most concerned about, so remember not to neglect it."
Ma Runan put down the spiritual medicine in his hand and said to the person in charge.
She has now completely transformed from a headhunter in Qingyi Building to an all-round management talent.
Drive the ducks to the shelves. If you do it more, you will gradually get better at it. The person Wu Chong brought here, the elder named Tong Fei, is a complete old man. He can handle some trivial matters, but it is related to the elixir and the palace.
The important issue of paying tribute in the surrounding areas has not been dealt with. Bu Kuang and Yan Shijiu, let alone two people, Ma Runan naturally stood out in this environment.
Wu Chong could be so stable and only take care of the main medicine without worrying about other auxiliary medicinal materials and utensils. She was managing it behind the scenes.
This is the advantage of being a force.
Otherwise, he, Mr. Wu, could just change the place and go inside the mountain. Wouldn't it be cleaner?
"I know this, I will keep a close eye on you when I go back this time."
The person in charge was not aware of the relationship, and thought he was serving King Jinghai. Therefore, he bowed to Ma Runan, a Shangguan from the palace, and just wanted to pass the test safely. Naturally, he had to use 120% of his strength to complete what the other party asked for.
.But having said that, there is not much difference. The current 'Prince Jinghai' and his son are still in the mansion, but there is another Supreme Emperor on his head.
Just as the two of them were talking, a guard rushed in from outside quickly.
After seeing Ma Runan, he fell off his horse.
"Sir, there is something strange..."
Before the man could finish speaking, his body seemed to be on fire, burning from the inside out.
At the same time, a large amount of mist surged out of the ears, nose, mouth and eyes. The mist seemed to be alive and spread rapidly after it came out. Everyone who came into contact with the mist felt as if their skin had been burned.
Everyone watching this scene was horrified, as if a living person had just said no, he was gone.
The death was so weird. This was different from the 'Aragami pollution' they had come across and heard about before. The Aragami's power made people crazy and twisted, but this mist was more like plunder.
The sky has become overcast.
Looking up, the originally cloudless sky was obscured by dark clouds. Not only that, in the distance, at the edge that everyone could see, a wave of mist like a tide was sweeping in this direction.
"Walk!"
Although I don't know what this wave of mist is, but when I think of the scene of the dead soldier before, I instinctively feel something bad in my heart.
So the first time he saw the mist wave, Ma Ruman got on his horse and prepared to leave without looking back.
At the same time, he also asked his subordinates to release more than a dozen signals as quickly as possible.
Seeing this, the pian, steward and others who were still smuggling their beards nearby ignored the medicinal materials still placed outside and ran away in the opposite direction one by one, making their parents want to have two more legs.
It's just that they reacted quickly, and the fog swept through faster.
After traveling less than ten miles, heavy fog appeared along the way. The people who were escaping felt that their sight lines were getting shorter and shorter, and the fog around them became thicker and thicker. In the end, they were completely lost in the thick fog and had no idea of their direction.
"Is this a mark?"
Ma Ruman, who had lost his direction, pulled the reins, looked at the gray marks that appeared on his arms at an unknown time, and suddenly came to his senses.
From the moment that soldier died, they were marked.
This fog is just using them to spread...
jingle.
Wind chimes ring.
Ma Runan suddenly turned around and looked in the direction of the sound. There, there was a vague outline of a temple.