Chapter five hundred and eighty ninth: call for rescue
Somewhere in an empty city, the streets and shops remained the same, the landscape of goods had not changed, but not a single living person was seen.
There is a steaming wonton stall, the stove is still burning, the hot soup is boiling in the pot, and the bulging white wontons are floating up and down.
In the shop facing the street, the medicinal materials have been packaged and placed on the counter, but no one has taken them away.
The wild dog's eyes widened and he looked in front of him in surprise. Just now, there was a child teasing the dog with a meat bone, but he disappeared in the blink of an eye.
At a certain market, the undrawn cattle and sheep began to scatter, breaking the wooden stakes tied with reins with force, knocking over everything in front of them, chickens and ducks flapped their wings and screamed noisily.
"Bang!"
There was a dull explosion. It turned out that the candle tilted and fell on a pile of fireworks, causing the explosion.
There was obviously earth-shattering movement, but no one around responded, despite the crackling sound in the silent street.
There was no one around, and there was no sign of anyone alive in every corner of the city.
This is clearly a dead city, but at the last moment, it was still prosperous and bright, with a steady flow of people.
"Help me, help me."
On the hillside outside the city, a young lady was running wildly, one of her embroidered shoes had fallen off, and her hair bun had fallen apart in her haste.
She ran desperately towards the city. That was her home. As long as she could get in, someone would save her.
However, the city is clearly in front of us, but we can't reach it.
The young lady cried bitterly. She still remembered how horrible the death of the maid and servant beside her was, and she was afraid that she would fall into the hands of the robbers behind her.
"Don't run, don't run."
He spoke softly, without any hint of ferocity, and always followed the young lady.
The young man was following behind the young lady. Anyone who saw it would mistake it for a young couple chasing each other and having a fight.
However, the silver bottle in the young man's arms rejected this possibility.
The silver vase is about half a person tall, with a large cluster of flowers embossed on its surface, outlined in red lines, as red as blood.
The ‘flowers’ inserted in the silver vase look like dead heads.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The little lady ran and cried, crying until she was out of breath. Just now, her maid, a cute girl with a round face, was pinched by the neck, and the head and spine were pulled out from the torso.
The next moment, the robber inserted the maid's head into the silver bottle. The mouth of the bottle was not empty. There were other densely packed heads, mixed with a few familiar faces.
"This is a nightmare, it must be a nightmare."
The young lady comforted herself that as long as she woke up, everything would be gone, but why didn't she wake up?
"Come quickly."
The young man was strolling in the courtyard, but the young lady was still weak. She was soon overtaken by her and threw herself to the ground.
"Please don't kill me. My family is a wealthy family in the city and has a lot of money."
The young lady cried bitterly and begged the robber not to kill him.
The young man gently held her face and said, "Close your eyes."
After a while, the little lady closed her eyes and inserted her head into the silver vase.
On the hillside, there were headless corpses lying in various directions, and the young lady was among them. The thick smell of blood condensed into a blood cloud that could not be dissolved.
This place is not the hillside outside the city, but a ghost land. All those who run away cannot escape even if they break their legs.
The young man who picked off his head and arranged the flowers was not a robber, but the famous Yin Ping Ligui among the three major ghost tribes, and one of the few sackcloth ghosts.
He emptied a city's population and put it into a ghost realm to kill everyone one by one. In the final analysis, it was still too boring.
This time, all the other sect members went to fight against Kaletian, but he was left to stay at home.
The Yin Ping Li Gui had nothing to do, killing a whole city of people as a game, but he only got a moment of relaxation.
"Um?"
He suddenly raised his head and said, "Mo Wei is asking for help. Is there a strong enemy?"
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"You Che, your ghost tribe has just made a truce with me, Zhiyuan Guan. Why do you want to kill my junior sister and provoke a dispute?"
Several Jiuqu monks in light yellow robes gathered around a squirming ball of flesh, asking questions with sad and angry expressions.
This ball of flesh is two or three people tall, like a dice, with hundreds of faces protruding from it. No matter which direction you look at, you can see a face with vivid expressions.
"An armistice? Hehe, ghosts eat people and people kill ghosts. They have not changed for thousands of years and will last forever. How can it stop?"
One of You Che's faces suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a piece of human skin. Many Zhiyuan watchers saw this and became even more frightened and angry.
It turned out that the human skin belonged to their junior sister who was tortured and killed.
"She was unlucky. She was walking alone at night and met me. She said that Zhiyuan Temple would not let me go."
A vicious and cruel smile appeared on You Che's hundreds of faces at the same time, "I treated her like a melon seed and ate it. Look at this human skin, which is in perfect condition with no damage at all. It is the best."
"I decided to treat it as a collection, and only show it to distinguished guests when they visit."
The surrounding Zhiyuan gatekeepers couldn't bear it any longer and all rushed forward.
After a while...
You Che sighed softly, opened his hundreds of mouths, and spat out broken bones like raindrops, "It tastes like chewing wax, bah!"
The ground around him was already soaked in blood, and not a single living person was left standing.
brush!
Hundreds of pairs of ears twitched at the same time, hearing an incredible news.
"What, Mo Wei is asking for help?"
…
The interior of a large mountain was hollowed out into a huge space, with countless pieces of flesh and blood rolling around in a huge pool of blood below.
Guili stood on the stone platform beside the pool, looking obsessively at the huge heart in front of her.
This is a huge heart thousands of meters high, penetrating every corner of the mountain through blood vessels.
Gudong, gudong, the heart beats, driving the blood vessels to swallow all the nutrients in the blood pool.
"not enough."
Guili shook his head, "Kill another hundred thousand people to fill the blood pool, and this heart of stone will be grown."
He was obsessed with the spectacular sight in front of him when he suddenly heard something and shook his head dissatisfied.
"If you don't go, I won't be able to get away."
"Mo Wei is arrogant and arrogant. Even if he dies, it has nothing to do with me. I won't save him."
…
Wang Fu stepped on the ground, and a ball of dark air squirmed and spread its teeth, trying to break free.
He held the golden seal with the emperor's inscription in his hand, and his body was extremely heavy, like a giant pillar holding up the sky, firmly nailing Mo Wei, the fierce ghost, to the ground.
"By the way, I've given you so much time, and the reinforcements should arrive by now."
Mo Wei was unwilling to give up and yelled, "Just wait, the ghost in sackcloth will definitely skin you to the bone and demote you to a beast when he arrives."
Wang Fu received no response and shook his head in disappointment, "I can't talk to you."
After saying that, the Emperor's Golden Seal was smashed down, and the black energy was shattered into particles that were invisible to the naked eye and disappeared without a trace.
This magic weapon has unexpected power. Not only does it contain the insights of the descendants of the White Emperor, but it is also an extremely powerful magic weapon. It can kill evil spirits like chopping melons and vegetables.
"What is supposed to come should be on its way here."
Wang Fu's pupils flashed with platinum light, and he was worried that he had nowhere to use his skills, and he was presented to the door right in front of him.
Tieshu and Mowei are just appetizers at best, and this is where the real feast begins.