Yuan Haoxun's eyes lit up and he saw Su Qinian and Su Qinian standing in front of him. He breathed a sigh of relief, twisted his feet and made a clicking sound, struggling to return to his original position.
With a pop, he couldn't help but fell to the ground, his whole body was wet with cold sweat. He was still frightened at this moment. He was really frightened just now. It would be fine if he really had to compete with others for his life and death. This kind of weirdness and terror was really a test.
Human psychological endurance.
After taking several deep breaths, he managed to calm down, raised his head, looked at Su Qinian with doubtful eyes, and said, "Did you save me?"
He wasn't sure whether what he saw just now was an illusion, but the attacks from the ghosts couldn't be endless. Now that he was safe and sound, and even the cold atmosphere around him had been swept away, it had to make him doubt that what was in front of him was
Whether the two of them, especially the young man surnamed Su, who he couldn't figure out, had the means to resist or even kill the ghost.
"It's not us. Could it be that the conscience of ghosts discovered it?"
Qi Yunfei glanced at him, not in a good tone. It was true that this Yuan family member was too arrogant at the beginning. He was trying to take advantage of her by showing off and trying to take advantage of her. If she hadn't been weak enough, she would have wanted to beat him violently.
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"Really are!"
Yuan Haoxun's eyes lit up. He climbed up and stood up staggeringly. Even though he grimaced in pain, he completely ignored his legs that were sprained by the ghost. He stared at Su Qinian and said with emotion: "Brother, you are so awesome! Even the ghosts
Even if you can stop it, you must be a member of the underworld organization, right?"
Qi Yunfei rolled her eyes at him when she heard this, and her style of painting changed in the blink of an eye. Where was the reservedness and posture that she had promised? This was too out of style, and she couldn't match the speed of hugging her thighs.
Su Qinian's eyes became a little cold at this moment.
Yuan Hao was silent for a moment, his breathing stagnated. He had an illusion that he was facing his grandfather who had already entered the realm of top sword masters. No, it made him even more frightened, as if a vast ocean burst its banks.
Coming overwhelmingly.
Buzz!
Su Qinian stretched out a hand, and a stone cauldron emerged from his palm and slowly rose into the sky.
However, the three-inch-high stove was about the size of a palm, and looked a bit like an antique from the antique market. This phenomenon, which was beyond common sense of physics, immediately made Yuan Haoxun hold his breath.
A corner of ghosts.
Some people huddled together, a cold wind blew, chilling into the bones. The gray-black streets were like canvases with erased colors. On the graffiti on the wall, half of the corpse seemed to grow out of the wall. There were blood spots on the snow-white shirt.
Dots, like blooming bloody plum blossoms.
"Mom, I...I'm cold."
In the crowd, children's voices sounded. A two or three-year-old girl with braids was squeezed into the center of the crowd. Her face was still purple from the cold. She struggled to stretch out a small hand and tugged at the young girl in front of her.
Mother's collar trembled: "Mom, dad... where is dad?"
"Dad went to buy you hot milk tea. He'll be back soon..."
The young mother's chapped lips forced a smile. She quickly turned her head away, raised her red eyes, and looked away at the pile of letters on the wall with graffiti showing off her inexplicable personality.
"We stand... in the middle of the road. As long as we don't get close to the wall, we won't be dragged in."
Someone whispered, with tears in their eyes and uncontrollable fear. Among the other people hugging each other, an old man with gray hair hugged his unconscious wife hard and pinched her. The old man burst into tears, but
Not daring to say a word, under the corner not far away, rolling down the quick-acting heart-saving pills that he carried with him.
No one dared to move.
There were fourteen people in their tour group at the beginning. In just a few minutes, there were only eight left.
Inexplicable gloom and changes, the whole world left them in an instant, leaving only silent weirdness and terror.
"Grandpa, I have a sun candy here. You... give it to grandma. The sun god Kai Warrior said that you can recover after eating it."
The little girl was innocent and kind, with a clear childlike voice. She tremblingly took out a crumpled candy from her small pocket and tried to lift it forward.
"Good boy." The old man said tremblingly, his eyes full of tears, and he could no longer feel the pulse in his palms against his neck.
The few remaining people gritted their teeth, especially the young people, looking at the deformed candy and the golden tinfoil like a clown changing his face, making silent mockery at them.
"Light." The little girl whispered, her tone childish and curious.
"Light!" The second voice followed closely, full of vigor, majesty and coldness, and exploded between heaven and earth.
A group of people were stunned, looking at the little girl's raised little hand, the golden candy wrapper was shining, as if a sun was rising from the paper.
"No, that's..."
Some people exclaimed and looked up. In the originally gray sky, a stone furnace appeared at some point. It had three legs and two ears. It was simple and vicissitudes of life. It could be more than ten meters high and towering like a hill. At this moment, the furnace mouth was facing down, as if
There is a sun rising and falling at the mouth of the furnace, blooming with dazzling light and heat.
On the empty road, the cold air was swept away, and the brilliance spread like a substance, like a sun lake pouring down, accompanied by little red gold and glass-like light rain, like a sharp blade, sinking into nothingness.
Tsk!
The gray-black ghosts were torn apart at once, and the place illuminated by light was like a spark of fire blazing a prairie fire. The disappearing colors were returning, and the dark sky was purified, gradually revealing the light and shadow of the sun.
There were screams, and they were ghost figures one after another, on street corners, in parks, in high-rise buildings... The gray-black bodies were burning, or were penetrated by light rain and torn into two halves, with flames like red gold and glass blazing,
Burn the ferocious ghost's body into ashes inch by inch.
Directly below the stone furnace.
Yuan Haoxun's eyes widened. He couldn't believe the scene in front of him. He was completely shocked. This kind of demonic and divine method severely impacted his spiritual world.
As for Qi Yunfei, although she was also shaken, she quickly regained her composure. It is not unacceptable that a saint with a sword exists side by side with nuclear weapons. He has power and means beyond ordinary people's understanding.
What she pays more attention to is the ghosts who were killed. Now it seems that most of them were ordinary people when they were alive. Some were still wearing work clothes, and some were professional swordsmen in fancy clothes. But now they are all unrecognizable, ferocious or...
It was strange, with missing limbs and a gray and black body, not even a corpse. It seemed like it had turned into another creature completely.
clang!
Abruptly, there was an exciting sound of gold and iron clashing, and a series of sparks splashed and penetrated the vacuum. On the top of a tall building, a dark figure revealed its true form, staggering backwards.
This was a figure shrouded in gray-black mist, with only a pair of blood-red eyes looming, cold and indifferent, staring at Su Qinian.