Yun Mo smiled and said, "Who made your hair so beautiful?"
"You!" Youla was furious. She stared at Yun Mo fiercely, wanting to bite him.
Yun Mo also closed his mouth knowingly and stopped teasing Youla.
Youla looked at Yun Mo's arm that was beating like a living thing and asked, "That hand of yours? What is it?"
"This is my second life, just like your God's Eye, it can make me stronger!"
Yun Mo looked at his arm. At this time, he was feeling the powerful power transmitted to him by the devil's hand. His body was trembling slightly. This power was so powerful that it almost tore his body apart.
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That power is not the elemental power that the "original gods" can drive, but the extremely powerful and wild power of worshiping gods. In the eyes of others, it is an extremely terrifying source of plague, but in my own eyes, it is just
Nutritional products.
It was the God-worshiping power contained in the rain that the devil's hand was devouring, making it stronger, and Yunmo had more and more power inside his body.
"Are you the power of an evil god?" Yula asked. She had looked up the history of Inazuma and found out that an evil god was killed on the Bayou Island.
"Maybe, remember not to tell others." Yun Mo blinked at Youla. He didn't know how to explain his demon hand. It was impossible to say that it was the ability of another game.
Yora lowered her head and said softly: "Then you are a sinner like me? You have the power of the evil god expelled by the rice wife god, and I have the blood of the old nobles who once locked Mondstadt in the old world."
"Then we really have sympathy for each other." Yun Mo smiled bitterly.
"Yes, we have sympathy for each other." Yula echoed in a low voice.
While the two of them were chatting, the rain became heavier and heavier, making the branches and leaves of the surrounding trees wet.
The rain fell on the umbrellas above their heads, as if
The water snakes slid down one after another, giving people a creepy feeling.
It rained continuously and showed no signs of stopping.
Yun Mo looked forward, his sight almost blocked by the heavy rain: "We should be almost at Feimu Village. The map shows it is almost here."
"Yeah." Yula responded obediently.
The two people continued to walk towards the village. Although the rain was still raging, the two people still walked towards the village very resolutely.
...
"Priest, it's not good!" A villager hurriedly ran into the ancestral hall and came to a high platform in the ancestral hall.
The old man sitting on the high platform was wearing a black cloak with a ferocious snake embroidered on it.
The snake's mouth spit out the snake core, and the snake's body was coiled upwards, and its bloody mouth seemed to be swallowing the sky.
"How unbecoming of a person to be in such a panic! Do you know what kind of place this is? Do you know the rules here?" An old voice came from under the cloak.
"Yes! Priest!" The young villager quickly lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the priest under the cloak.
He knelt on the ground and said respectfully and anxiously: "The villagers in the village just went to the scene of the mining accident. Now almost all of them have been soaked by the rain, and they all have signs of the plague."
"What are you doing? Don't you ask them to remember to bring an umbrella when they go out?"
The old man in the cloak roared angrily. He stood up from the altar and strode out.
"Yes, Lord Priest." The young villager said hurriedly.
The two of them walked out of the ancestral hall and walked outside.
At this time, the rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and it was a mess. The entire village was completely submerged in the rain curtain and disappeared.
All the villagers were lying in the village chief's home. Their faces were ashen and painful, their lips were purple and glowing, and pustules were constantly popping up on their bodies.
The priest trotted all the way to the hall and said to the villagers with an anxious look on his face: "I told you to listen to me. If you don't, you are fine now. Can you save me after so many years?"
The villagers couldn't say a word, and their heads were dizzy.
After all, the priest took out some medicines from his pocket and fed them to the villagers.
After taking the medicine, the villagers felt much better and their condition gradually improved, but the pustules continued to worsen and even turned into blood streaks.
"What happened in that mine?" the priest asked.
The village chief shook his head helplessly: "It is said that there was an explosion. We wanted to go in to rescue people, but those shogunate soldiers stopped us."
The priest's brows furrowed, and he thought thoughtfully: "The current medicine is completely insufficient. Don't spend the whole day trying to die. Just stay in the village."
"Those high-level officials in the shogunate don't care about you. Someone will naturally come to rescue you, and they will arrive soon."
"Priest, look, someone is coming!" Suddenly, a villager pointed at the rain curtain and shouted excitedly.
The priest looked up and saw a man in white and a woman in blue walking towards them holding umbrellas.
The situation around the woman in blue was too mysterious. The rain fell from the sky and spread around her like waves. Not even a drop of rain could get close to her.
When the priest saw the woman in blue and the man in white, his face immediately darkened.
The two walked into the house and placed their umbrellas outside the door. Yunmo looked around and said, "What's going on? Have you all been tricked?"
The priest asked coldly: "Who are you?"
Yun Mo smiled slightly and said: "We are just a pair of travelers who want to take shelter from the rain, don't you think so, Priest of the Coral Palace?"
The priest's expression changed and he said, "How do you know my identity?"
He always wore a hat so as not to reveal his identity. He had never shown his face in front of outsiders, so logically he would not be recognized.
However, he did not deny it. After all, although the Coral Palace had once resisted the shogunate, the Coral Palace now belonged to the shogunate, so there was no harm in admitting it.
But the next sentence slapped him in the face.
"Not only is he a priest of the Coral Palace, but he is also a die-hard believer of Yuan Lu Yu's family! You think so." Yun Mo had a strange look on his face, looking at the priest as if he was seeing prey.