Ling Huan did not dare to look at her again. Although the girl was weak in literature, she must have regarded the skull in her arms as a true lover like everyone else. She pointed out a way for the girl to leave the village, and then immediately turned back
, trying to find the location of Chenxing and the others, and rescue more people at the same time.
"Quick! Let's go!"
This time, she helped a young man. The young man was holding a wooden sculpture in his hand. It had the outline of a human. Although this seemed to be easier to accept than the real human parts, Ling Hu had decided not to care about this anymore. Regardless of their
Regardless of their rationality or not, she only knows that these are living people. She must save them, rather than becoming the protected person forever. Since fate has given her this miraculous ghost hand
, maybe she should do something extraordinary.
If Xie Zhe were here, he would definitely do this.
It's hard to say how much of the courage came from this, but she was indeed inspired. This is what she was thinking when the skinny boy ran after her. There was a low wall of fire in front of her - it was even too low to be caught.
Call it a wall. Ling Quan stepped over briskly, and then reached out to the young man behind him. The young man timidly held the wooden sculpture in his arms, fearing that it would be swept away by the fire.
"Come on! It will be safe once you cross over!"
The young man hesitated, finally made up his mind, took a few steps back and tried to run across the wall of fire. But just when he was directly above the flames, many small tentacles suddenly shot out of the flames. Their speed was so fast that Ling Quan didn't even have time to see them.
Find out what that is.
These tentacles quickly grabbed the young man's feet and threw him to the ground. His trousers caught fire, and the fire spread quickly to his body. He shouted loudly, and Ling Hu immediately stepped forward and tried to hold his hand.
But he hugged the wooden sculpture tightly with both hands and refused to let go.
"You will die! Catch me quickly!!"
"No! I don't want to be separated from her!"
Having no other choice, Ling Huan directly stepped forward and pulled his shoulder. Her strength was too great, and her right hand even pinched the boy's shoulder. He was so thin that Ling Huan could only touch a handful of sharp bones. Those in the fire
Not to be outdone, the tentacles pulled the poor young man with her in the fire. The flames
It quickly covered his whole body, and Ling Huan was burned and had to let go of her hand. Due to inertia, she sat down on the ground, and the heat that was used to her feet spread to her skin again. But her despair was greater than the current pain.
She saw with her own eyes that the boy in the fire became withered and thin.
But it wasn't because of the fire.
Too fast, he shrank too fast... Even a person who was simply burned into charcoal by fire would be much larger than he is now. Ling Huan's brain went blank, and he just watched the newly alive person.
Life turns into a piece of coke.
And it was really a very small, very twisted piece of coke.
Why was there no problem when she crossed the flames just now? Was it because the tentacles were afraid of the power of the ghost hand, or was it because she had never been poisoned by the illusion here, or both? Look carefully, aren't they the roots of a plant?
She was frightened for a while, and she was covered in cold sweat so that she could no longer feel the heat of the flames.
At this time, there was a hand on her shoulder. The force was neither light nor heavy, and she was not frightened. She suddenly felt inexplicably stable. It was like she had been falling from a high place before, and she didn't know when she would fall.
to the ground, and this hand was like a big soft net, gently wrapping her.
"Yin, Yin Quan?"
Ling Huan finally had the strength to stand up. She opened her eyes wide and looked at this relative who rushed into the fire scene that she hated.
Yin Huan held her hands tightly, and she felt that her right hand, which had been numb and stiff, felt the warmth of a human being again.
Cries for help kept coming, this time two people stood side by side. They tried to rescue many people from the sea of fire. Sometimes they succeeded, sometimes they failed. Next, the two saw similar situations happen several times, and they even
Unable to get close. When life disappears in vain in a place beyond their reach, the two of them are very
There is not much time left to regret. They are all a little numb, but they must be faster, faster. In order to save more people, the two sisters have to close up their rich feelings, which is definitely not something they could do in the past.
The two of them didn't have time to think about it carefully. Did they appear to be affectionate or heartless by doing this?
Their actions became mechanical, and even the search for the two people was put aside in their minds. Ling Huan was a little confused, because as time passed, she could hardly hear those sounds. Her hearing was excellent, but
The survivors disappeared so quickly that she didn't even have time to do anything.
This fire never seems to go out.
It's getting hotter and hotter... What's even more frightening is that the cracks on the ground have a golden-red sheen. There is a dark fire burning underground. It's like the cracks are filled with magma. Every breath is like a charcoal fire.
Their throats and eyeballs were also very dry, and it was so painful that it was very difficult for them to open their eyes. They couldn't help but begin to long for leaving. This desire did not come from a kind soul, but from a body that had limits after all, sounding an instinctive warning to them. Fortunately,
They no longer need to stay too long.
Ling Huan could hardly hear the groans of pain around her. Thinking at the best, it was because they had rescued those who could be saved, and those who could still take care of themselves escaped from the disaster scene on their own. Thinking at the worst...
It’s better not to think the worst.
After all, they are not gods, nor can they even be considered powerful masters. Those who are unable to rescue are far beyond their ability and responsibility to lend a helping hand out of kindness.
Her throat was as dry as the land that had been chapped by three years of drought, as if there were countless little claws scratching, trying to cut open the blood vessels and grab water. Ling Huan coughed a few times uncomfortably, and Yin Huan patted her back gently.
They couldn't help but cough and hiss in their throats. They stopped lingering here, supported each other and moved away, and happened to see a wonderful scene not far away.
Red, a pure red that is closer to cinnabar than flame, is climbing up a burning house, swallowing the orange-red color of the fire. Taking a closer look, those are large tracts of Bana flowers. The two sisters ran over with some staggering steps, enduring the high temperature.
They walked around to the back of the house. Their eyelids and skin were so dry and itchy that they almost used up their willpower to restrain themselves from rubbing and scratching.
They were very happy to see She Zishu and Chenxing at the back of the house. Chenxing was lightly lighting clusters of flames with her special ring-headed knife, just like a dragon sucking water. The flames flowed towards her knife, and were caught by it.
Swallowed and subsided.
"I did... underestimate you." She was talking to She Zishu, "But in this way, all the clues have been destroyed."
She Zishu looked around with a very calm expression, as if there was nothing extraordinary about her ability. She just responded fairly to Chenxing's mistakes:
"It's a little too much..."
"..."
Chenxing opened her mouth and closed it again. She headed towards the direction where Yinlu and Linglu were running, and turned to speak to them:
"Those demonic flowers that are still here have been almost burned out."
"However, they also draw nourishment from many people and use them as nourishment." Ling Huan said worriedly.
"Well, we know. This battle lasted for a long time, and those oleanders were not always like this - energetic. Several times, they regained their strength when they were sluggish. I guessed that they must have regained their energy.
Source." Chenxing explained calmly, without any special emotion, "But, it doesn't matter. Those people are already hopeless anyway."
Ling Huan paused for her words and tone. She understood that Chenxing was not obligated to be kind, and she was indeed a good person, at least someone who would be kind to others. Wasn't Yin Huan the beneficiary? Besides, without her, she and Yin Huan would not be the same.
Li Ke couldn't cope with the disaster here, and she shouldn't have questioned Chen Xing. But Ling Hu couldn't hold back after all, and made a different voice:
"You...how can you think so? Just now, we saved many people..."
"You don't have to prove anything to me, and neither do I." Chenxing interrupted her as if she was a little tired, "Now, I should care about myself first. It's very troublesome to get out of the fire... Since this fire is not ordinary.
Fire, you created it with your own hands, can't you take it back?"
Her last words were to She Zishu. Ling Huan and Yin Huan also looked at her with hope, but unfortunately the latter shook his head. Chenxing's expression was a little hard to describe.
"Okay. It's not that I can't handle it, but you just have to ask for your own blessings."
After saying that, Chenxing swung her knife horizontally, looked in one direction and rushed out. Although she couldn't protect everyone, she didn't leave them alone. Several people saw that the flames disappeared wherever she stepped.
, leaving only the clean residue after burning. And she herself seemed to carry a force that isolated and repeled the flames she faced, as if the fire was bowing to her arrival and getting out of the way.
Similar.
Her three companions were all stunned for a while by this unusual sight. She Zishu came to his senses first. What surprised her was that the hellfire, which she was powerless to do, could be ignored in front of Chenxing.
.She couldn't figure out the reason. After the brief curiosity passed, She Zishu took steps and followed the path that Chen Xing took to leave the fire scene.
As if Yin Huan and Ling Huan were awakened by her, the two sisters looked at each other and hurriedly chased them outside. Thinking of the special features of Chen Xing, Ling Huan had a guess. Since Hellfire is not ordinary
Flame, but more like a special power, so maybe the glazed heart on Chenxing can purify it?
When they stood next to Chenxing, panting slightly, Ling Huan felt that he might have thought too easily. Chenxing's condition did not seem to be very good. Although there was no obvious sign of weakness, they felt as calm as usual.
There is a huge difference in strength. Even so, when she saw Yin Quan, who was gesturing with worry, and Ling Quan, who was about to speak, she still waved her hand to interrupt them:
"I'm fine. It's better to leave now."
They were finally able to slow down and let their tired bodies and minds adjust a little. But even though they were exhausted, the people the four of them saw when they reached the entrance of the village were still much more embarrassed than they were.
The villagers who had been rescued before were all standing together blankly. Most of them were disheveled, slovenly, with dusty faces, and their hair was in clumps. Some people only had half of their clothes left.
There were also some trousers with tattered legs, one long and one short, and the neatest ones were barefooted. There were blisters on the ground burned by the fire, but they seemed not to notice and still stood there numbly.
The same thing is that all people with empty eyes are staring blankly at their burned homes.
