Black mist rolled in.

Not long after, Qianye was able to see those floating things without using his weird abilities.

The whole scene was like a disaster.

He couldn't help but think of those disaster movies he had watched when he was at home...

Old Man Liu was sitting upright, holding a fingerprint that Qianye couldn't understand in his hand. One of the talisman papers not far away beside him spontaneously ignited, flashing a flash of fire in the oppressive darkness.

The villagers all seemed to feel something. They hid in their tents and dared not come out. They could only passively wait for the disaster to come.

Swallowing, Qianye looked at the black mist and kept thinking about what he could do at this time...

Let's talk about blocking the black fog.

He has a single grotesque ability and has no advantage in this regard.

And the ability to modify the plot has not yet been thought of as an entry point.

I haven't thought about how to modify it to make this black fog disappear.

"If the content does not mention any strange events, how can it be effective if it is changed from what angle..."

Thinking carefully.

Qianye also read the novel panel in front of him over and over again.

Inadvertently, he felt his shoulder being tapped twice, and turned around to find a slim figure.

"What are those?"

An Yu had already climbed out of bed.

At this moment, her eyes were back to normal, and except for the remaining blood stains in the corners of her eyes, there was nothing abnormal about them.

"Your eyes are...healed?"

Qianye pretended not to know what was happening, pretending to be confused and surprised and asked Chao Anyu.

He didn't want the other person to know that he saved her.

I don’t hope that the relationship between the two will go any further.

If possible, he would really like to never see Anyu again after this script.

"Well, that's it."

An Yu responded.

Her face looked very calm, without any disturbance, as if she knew how her eyes recovered and what Qian Ye was thinking, so she didn't make any fuss about it.

"You haven't said anything yet, what are those?" An Yu pointed to the black mist in the distance and continued to ask Qianye.

"It's dangerous." Qianye answered.

The other party's deep understanding made him feel a little complicated.

After a pause, he just wanted to send An Yu back.

"As long as your eyes are healed, go back and rest quickly. I don't know how much you can participate in the things happening outside..."

"Then can you participate?" An Yu replied.

See Qianye being choked.

She seemed to be a little satisfied girl, with two dimples at the corners of her mouth, and she smiled sweetly.

"Why should I go back? We are in the same camp... You are here, so I will accompany you."

"Why are you accompanying me?" Qianye asked.

"Can't you accompany me? I like you, so I want to stand with you. Your family belongs to Dahai, right? You are so lenient." An Yu said unceremoniously.

Maybe it was a confession.

She acted less secretive than before.

I have boldly said what I like, so whatever I want to do now seems natural. At least there is a reason that doesn't sound forced.

Qianye opened his mouth and wanted to say something else, but in the end he said nothing...

He doesn't have much experience in emotional matters.

An Yu, who has become more carefree now, has really taken advantage of him from a certain perspective.

"Forget it, stay where you want and don't run around."

Qianye finally uttered only one sentence.

"Don't run around?" An Yu turned her head and looked into Qianye's eyes seriously. The smile on her lips was not concealed at all: "I can understand that you are caring about me?"

The more you talk, the more confused you become.

Qianye shut his mouth knowingly.

To prevent the other party from saying anything weird again...

...

In front of the yard.

Liu Qinshan's face was very ugly.

He kept holding on to the obscure formula with both hands, and looked at the black mist that continued to come as if facing a formidable enemy.

The surrounding talismans lit up one after another, like burning flames of life, struggling in the dark night...

A strong wind blew.

The leaves were rustled.

The crops in the land not far away were also blown to one side, as if they would be blown directly to pieces in the next moment.

The simple tents of the villagers were not very strong.

The moment the strong wind hit, the cloth roof was blown continuously, and it looked somewhat shaky...

"Mom! I'm afraid..."

No child has ever experienced such a scene.

The younger one was hiding in his mother's arms, sobbing and saying that he wanted to go home.

The tent above them seemed to be about to collapse. Not only did it fail to give them a sense of security, it actually broke down their already weak psychological defense.

"Don't be afraid, mom is here..."

"What are you afraid of? Your dad is here too. If bad guys come, dad will be the first to beat the crap out of them!"

The couple comforted the child.

But the uneasiness in their eyes could not be concealed.

Nowadays, the atmosphere in the village is becoming more and more weird, and they have a vague idea of ​​some possible endings.

Most parents seem to be like this...

The mother is gentle and easy to talk to, and becomes the person the child most wants to interact with.

The father always straightens his back. No matter what happens, he will pretend to be a hero and stand in front of his children.

For example.

Chino’s “father” who was buried before.

Even when facing the last moment of death, he would still let himself act relaxed and content, and would not let his children see his cowardly side.

Except for the couple who comforted the child.

The other villagers are now extremely panicked...

They hid in tents and prayed constantly, and some even knelt down and begged God to open their eyes.

Liu Qinshan did not tell these villagers everything.

But they are not fools. They probably guessed what they are facing now...

Just seeing Mr. Liu's embarrassed look, they guessed that the other party was fighting with some dirty thing.

"Tell me, will Mr. Liu be okay?"

"What's going to happen? You've been here for so many years. Don't think too much. Remember there's still a pile of clothes in the house that haven't been washed. If things get back to normal tomorrow, you have to wash them. Don't put them off again and again.

..."

"It's time! You two are still talking about whether to wash the clothes or not?"

"God bless me, nothing will happen to me..."

"..."

The villagers were all talking in the tent.

The contents of the conversations varied, but they all centered around the strange things happening at this time.
To be continued...