The black fire talisman is the most ferocious type of fire talisman. If a person touches the black fire, it will turn from a carbon-based creature into carbon ash in an instant.
Even if a monk has the spiritual power to protect himself, he will still be burned if he is thrown into the black fire, and even the fat on his body will be roasted into "sizzling" fragrant oil.
This person is ruthless and decisive. He is not here to see a doctor, but to cause trouble.
Su Su suddenly flew out and flew towards the Fu Cultivator's face.
Unexpectedly, the talisman cultivator glanced at Jiang Su casually and didn't take her seriously at all. He threw one of the black fire talismans at her with a hint of convenience.
The monks on the side quickly reacted and moved away, while the slower ones stared blankly at the black fire flying towards them.
"Ah——" screamed.
Sure enough, the next moment, a monk who had no time to dodge was touched by the black fire talisman. In an instant, the black fire climbed up from the corners of his clothes to the skin of his neck, wrapping him tightly in the flames.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah help ah ah ah it's so hot! It's so hot! It's burning me to death! Ah ah ah ah oh help!!!"
He hurriedly fled outside the clinic. Sparks contaminated the door, window and floor next to him, and spread to the floor in the next second. Like a long dragon entering the blue clouds or a tiger returning to the forest, it climbed unstoppably onto the roof beams and green tiles.
The consulting room was instantly set on fire.
The monks nearby reacted quickly when they saw this. They opened the barrier, pinched the ice spell, cast the water desire spell, escaped to the ground, changed the ground, and scattered the Thousand Miles Talisman on the ground. For a moment, the brilliance of various spells appeared in the dark and dim room.
flickering in the firelight.
Jiang Su didn't dodge on the spot, and Kuangsha had already flown out and struck at the luxuriously dressed Fu Cultivator. She was focusing her energy on controlling Kuangsha.
She could clearly see the talisman cultivator taking the opportunity to run towards the wooden frame on the side of the consulting room. There was only a small amount of elixirs placed on the wooden frame, displayed in glass bottles and sandalwood boxes.
The talisman cultivator raised his hand and swept away, collecting all the bottles and cans on the wooden rack into his bag, then turned around and pinched the talisman between his fingers, throwing it towards Su Su who was flying towards him.
He squinted his eyes, his eyes unconcealed with pride, things were just as he expected.
The black fire talisman had already attacked the girl's face, and Jiang Su's long eyelashes trembled slightly. Unfortunately, these small wings could not extinguish the black fire, and would only burn her body, turning her into a bloody... medical practitioner.
Fu Xiu, who set the fire, grinned widely and watched all this expectantly.
Silver light appeared, dazzling people's eyes.
A bright silver broken knife suddenly flew from the door of the consulting room. Jiang Su turned her face sideways in time, and the pitted blade of the broken knife passed against the girl's pale cheek.
The black fire talisman was isolated by the broken knife and fell to the ground in an instant.
The Fu Xiu's smile froze, and he glanced at the door in disgust to see who was meddling in other people's business.
I saw an extremely tall male cultivator in red robe standing at the gate.
His mind was slightly open, his strong muscles were slightly exposed, and he looked at the little medical fairy Jiang with dull eyes.
The Jin-robed Talisman cultivator's heart trembled. He always felt that something bad was about to happen. He simply took out a Thousand Miles Talisman, crushed it in his palm, and then disappeared into the consulting room.
The black fire talisman landed and ignited the floor in front of Jiang Su, and the flames rushed towards the girl at high speed.
But Jiang Su still had no intention of leaving at this time, but silently lowered his head and looked at the billowing tongues of flames crawling toward him.
She calmly turned her head to look at the owner of the broken sword, her gray eyes looming, and her brows filled with an inexplicable black aura.
His pale lips opened slightly and he said silently: "Fang Zhe, I deserve to die."
The man in red robe suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the tongue of fire clearly reflected in his dull pupils, ready to swallow the girl into his belly.
He immediately ran towards the girl who had no idea of her life, the black fire lit the red robe, and the fluttering broad sleeves brought sparks dancing wildly in the darkness.
"Su...Su..., little deer!"
There was rare anxiety on his cold face, and he panicked.
The girl in green clothes smiled at him, and the black fire from the floor had already climbed up the hem of her clothes.
Does she really want to die?!
"Tear-"
The sound of fabric breaking.
Jiang Su tore off half of her green clothes and grabbed Fang Zhe's arm that was stretched out to her.
"How could I...want to die? I just stole a thousand years of life from others."
Fang Zhe took the girl's arm and held her in front of him. Jiang Su's face was pressed against his chest, and Fang Zhe directly held her in his arms with one arm.
The next moment, black fire enveloped the house where the clinic was located, and the monks in the courtyard could no longer peer into the flames.
"Fang Zhe, be gentler! You are going to choke me!"
The square-folded fingertips trembled slightly without noticing.
Jiang Su said calmly, and when he opened his eyes again, the two of them were standing at the entrance to the market where Yusu Hall was located.
The surroundings are busy with traffic, vendors walking in the streets, pedestrians and monks passing by.
The girl's voice was slightly hoarse due to choking on the black smoke from the black fire.
After Fang Zhe understood, the arm that had just been stuck behind Jiang Su's neck moved down and stopped at her thin back.
Pedestrians passing by were all busy with their own business when they suddenly saw an extremely eye-catching tall male cultivator and stopped in their tracks.
More importantly, this male cultivator was... disheveled. His red robe seemed to be torn open by something, revealing his black trousers.
The sleeves were torn, forming long red strips hanging on both sides of the body.
"Is he... fleeing with his younger brothers and sisters?"
"Damn it, there are so many places in the world suffering from famine. Is it because we are able to eat enough because we live in seclusion in the Shifangmen on this mountain?"
The small vendor on the side nodded and answered: "Yes, I went to the Central Earth along the Southern Territory a while ago. Oh, in that place, apart from the prosperous Central Capital, the surrounding villages are so poor that they are almost eating their children!
"
"Ah? Eating children? No wonder someone is holding his sister and carrying his brother on his back... Life is not easy."
There was also a child tied behind Fang Zhe's back... Yazhen.
He tied the leather that was originally used to bind the broken knife to the white and tender milk dumpling Yaizi, and then took it with him to rescue Jiang Su from the fire scene.
At this time, Jiang Su's green clothes were torn off from the knees down, revealing white trousers and shoes and socks.
Jiang Su heard the comments around him, struggled to reach out and patted Fang Zhe on the shoulder.
"Put me down." The girl said calmly with a hoarse voice.
Fang Zhezheng took a breath, then bent down and carefully placed Jiang Su on the ground, and finally froze, staring at her white underwear.
He carefully spread his fingers, raised his hand to stretch Jiang Su's pleated trousers up and down, and finally transformed a pair of horizontally wrinkled white trousers into high-quality suit trousers without any wrinkles.
"..."
I thought he wanted to take revenge on me for exorbitant medical fees and drag me down my pants in the street?
Jiang Su's eyelids twitched at his own thoughts. After borrowing Fang Zhe's arm to steady himself, he walked towards Yusu Hall without looking back.
"Haha, let me see what kind of virtue my office was burned down by that poor pretender who doesn't know where he came from."
Stealing medicine is equivalent to being a poor man.
The elegant and luxurious brocade robe with dark patterns is equivalent to having no money to dress up.
Jiang Su clenched her fists. She knew that her hair was unkempt and her face was stained with gray, but she didn't mind the eyes of others.
Because now she just wants to find some clues to blow up the organization behind that person.