Chapter 258: White Orchid Rain Festival (Part 41)

The moment the incident happened, Bei Xi rushed up first, but before he took two steps, he was blocked by a transparent barrier.

Just like the strange clock setting they had in Enchanted Land.

"This is just the real past that it shows us, and there's nothing we can do to stop it."

Nan Huan suppressed his discomfort and stepped forward to hold Bei Xi's somewhat cold fingers.

She knew how Beixi felt when she saw this scene, just like when she, in Jiusheng's appearance, saw the Dragon Lord's face, which was exactly the same as Beixi's, hidden in the fire.

Although they still don't understand what's going on with Heer and the NPCs who look like Nan Huan in the dungeon, they gradually feel the connection between these NPCs and themselves.

At one point, Nan Huan suddenly realized that they were not looking at what others had experienced, but rather looking at what had happened in their own past.

Because no matter whether Jiusheng was injured by a flower or now had her heart dug out, she could actually feel the pain in her body. It seemed that after so much time, these injuries had not healed.

Bei Xi's eyes turned red from the exertion. If it weren't for Nan Huan's reminder, it would have been difficult for her to calm down. She also finally realized that the people around her were not in good condition.

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Bei Xi hugged Nan Huan in his arms, slowly squatted down, and let Nan Huan lean on him.

He then took out a medicine from the control panel and asked Nan Huan to take it.

"It's nothing, just like last time, I feel a little uncomfortable," Nan Huan shook her head. She was in good health and not injured. This discomfort was more like an irritation.

"Take me to a high place over there," Nan Huan pursed his dry lips and spoke the next words with great effort, "It's not over yet. We at least need to know what happened back then."

The scene before them was a torture for both of them, but if they didn't figure out what happened at that time, it seemed that they would not be able to understand why Bailan City had become what it is now, and the situation might be related to Man Wugui, which they could not escape.

This was a difficult decision, Nan Huan knew, especially just now. Although she felt uncomfortable seeing the Dragon Lord injured, there was still a chance to stop it. But now they could only watch, especially after what happened just now. She was afraid that there would not be any gentle content next.

Bei Xi was silent for only a moment before returning to his original calm self.

"You take a rest for a while, I'll watch over you."

After she finished speaking, she held Nan Huan in one hand and jumped up, while covering Nan Huan's eyes with the other hand without saying a word.

"I'm really fine," Nan Huan's heart softened, and he reached out to hug the other person back, "I'm right here, you can feel it, right?"

Her warm breath sprayed on Beixi's neck. This hug was without any lust, but just allowed Beixi to feel herself completely.

The hand on his back tightened a little, and after hugging for a while, Bei Xi withdrew his hand.

At this moment, there was chaos both on the altar and under the altar.

Because of the severe pain, Jiusheng hunched his body, like a fish off the shore, breathing deeply, trying to relieve the pain in his body, but to no avail.

Her body quickly turned cold and she lost control of it. She even found it difficult to speak and felt her life gradually fading away.

But Jiusheng did not show any surprise at his injury, nor did he even cry out in pain. He did not seem to care about his own safety. Instead, he immediately touched the violently shaking wood sculpture next to him with trembling fingers.

His fingers were trembling, yet his expression was filled with unquestionable tenderness and comfort.

After the wooden statue's movement was stopped by the black air, the color of its body seemed to change, but it was so fast that it only lasted for a moment. However, it returned to its original appearance because of Jiusheng's comfort.

But judging from the fact that the wooden statue kept hitting the floor with increasing amplitude, and that other things on the altar had been shaken off, the Dragon God had obviously been greatly stimulated, especially since its state was not stable.

"The Saint died just like that...did she die?"

Under the altar, the silence caused by the sudden incident was broken by a trembling voice.

If everyone was just talking nonsense just now, now there is finally someone who is the first to take the plunge, even though this person's behavior is unacceptable in the eyes of ordinary people.

"Haven't we discussed what to do yet? Why did someone take action? What...what's going on?"

"The Saint can summon the Dragon God to descend, will she die so easily?"

"What's the point of calling for a saint? She can't pray for rain for Bailan City and can't fulfill our wishes. I think it's either a good omen or a disaster. If we don't kill her, why keep her alive?"

"That person just said, whether she is a god or a demon, it doesn't matter. We still have to eat her flesh and drink her blood... No matter what she is, she must have some abilities. If we eat her flesh, can we become as powerful as her?"

"Then we can do it ourselves by then, why do we need a saint?"

…

Sometimes the birth of an evil idea only requires a leader.

The crowd, who thought the scene on the altar was extremely bloody just now, soon turned their eager eyes to the dying saint on the altar.

But the latter didn't notice it at all, or maybe she didn't care at all.

Because the Dragon God's condition became increasingly unstable, even though the Saint's upper body was soon stained with blood, her face still revealed her concern for him, and with her trembling hands, she wrote a line of small words at the bottom of the wood carving.

"Don't let her control you?"

Because of the strange clock, Nanhuan could easily see the last words left by Jiusheng even though he was far away.

Although Jiusheng tried desperately to leave more words, his trembling fingers finally fell down slowly.

A mournful dragon roar was heard, and the entire altar collapsed. The dragon-shaped wooden statue was struggling violently, as if trying to break out of some cage.

And at the moment Jiusheng left, the black air that had gathered near the altar rushed towards the Dragon God and squeezed into the wooden statue.

The people in the audience who were ready to take action were frightened by the sharp dragon roars and stopped temporarily.

"What should we do? The Dragon God seems to be coming. Will it blame us for the Saint's death?"

"Then should we still go eat..."

"Where did he descend? He is just a wooden sculpture. I would say that we should take this opportunity to capture the Dragon God as well. After all, we still don't know what the Saint Girl is like, but the Dragon God is definitely much stronger."

…….

Some people who were determined to change their minds gave up their ridiculous ideas when they saw that the Dragon God seemed to be moving, for fear of being implicated. Others were stubborn and wanted to just go all out.

But the swirling black air did not give them more choices, or perhaps the black air did not expect that even though the conditions had been created to this extent, these people were still dragging their feet here.

Unable to bear it any longer, he directly controlled the black energy to invade the residents of Bailan City.

Soon, the people under the altar became like the people praying to the evil god that Nan Huan and Bei Xi had seen in the Dragon God Temple before. She also discovered that after the invasion of black air, those people's bodies gradually changed.

"This is……"

There was disbelief in Nan Huan's tone, as if he found it hard to believe what he was seeing.

Bei Xi turned his head with certainty, "Just like the owner of the pharmacy, it seems that a long time ago, most of the residents in the entire Bailan City have been controlled by the black energy and have become believers of the evil god. How can anyone pray devoutly for the arrival of the Dragon God?"

Nan Huan opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

She didn't think there was anything wrong with the mission in this copy at first, but now that she put it into the past she already knew, she inevitably had an idea.

Bailan City has become what it is now. Is there any need to pray for the Dragon God to descend?

Those foolish people never treated the Dragon God as a god from the beginning to the end, but just used her to achieve everything they wanted.

After realizing that the other party could not satisfy his growing desire, he gave up his own beliefs.

Or maybe they never believed in the Dragon God from the beginning to the end, and just used the Dragon God and the Saint to get what they wanted.

So after the evil god showed just a little bit of signs, they all fell.

Of course, there are still people like Old Man Zhang who still have faith in the Dragon God, but it is of no avail now.

Nan Huan now has some understanding of why Old Man Zhang hates humans so much. Anyone who has seen such a bloody scene would find it difficult not to question the bad nature of humans.

Many people who were controlled by the black energy were instantly transformed into the appearance of a pharmacy owner, with fangs and claws, and pounced towards Jiusheng, who was bleeding on the altar.

The moment humans degenerate into beasts, they lose all reason.

Nan Huan couldn't bear to watch any further, and felt that the area of ​​his eye sockets stained with blood was getting bigger and bigger.

On the other side, the color of the entire wood sculpture of the Dragon God switched back and forth between black and red the moment he was invaded by the black air.

Nan Huan thought of what he had seen in the pawn ticket of Yizhihua before, where Jiusheng was tied to the altar, and the dragon god broke through the wooden statue and changed between red and black.

The current situation is very similar to the previous one, but this time it is limited to the range of the wooden statue, and the other party has never been seen to transform into a dragon.

"This black energy is the same as the one on Man Wugui, right?"

Bei Xi seemed to have realized something, and this sentence sounded more like a soliloquy than a confirmation with Nan Huan.

"The black energy is not Man Wugui's own. When I was at Shuimu Private High School, I could feel that the black energy existed independently. It just needed a carrier at the time, so it temporarily resided in Man Wugui's body. But it is undeniable that Man Wugui not only knew of its existence, but also had been helping it, and even went through various copies for it. This time, she didn't even want to hide her identity."

Nan Huan watched as the color of the wooden statue gradually changed to black. "And the same black energy appeared in this copy again. Because of a flower's wish, it turned into a blue flame and was born as the mark of the evil god."