Shen Qingzhu sat in front of the mountain wall, covering his wound, his brain working rapidly. The terrain he had just escaped from flashed through his mind, looking for a way to break through the blockade of these demons and leave here.
At this moment, Shen Qingzhu felt his palm becoming more and more itchy. He scratched it twice subconsciously, and suddenly felt something was wrong, so he stretched out his palm in front of his eyes and spread it out.
His pupils suddenly contracted!
I saw that a thumb-sized tumor had grown on the palm of my left hand at some point.
The tumor was soaked in the blood in the palm of the hand, wriggling slightly, as if something was about to break out of it, and it was extremely itchy.
The location where the tumor grew was exactly the same place where he touched when he used his palm to catch the ashes falling from the sky.
As it gradually grew and squirmed, Shen Qingzhu could hear faint whispers in his ears. Although it was as small as a mosquito's, its appearance still made Shen Qingzhu's heart skip a beat!
"Cthulhu?!"
As someone who had dealt with Hongyue in the fishing village, he certainly knew what the whispering meant. His eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he didn't care about the fatal wounds in his waist and abdomen, and quickly got up from the ground!
A fierce look flashed across his face.
Bang! !
A crisp snap of fingers was heard, and the surrounding air was quickly compressed into a thin invisible blade. The blade rubbed against the air, and wisps of hot flames flowed out and attached to the blade.
As Shen Qingzhu lightly hooked his fingertips, the air blade was aimed at his left hand and slashed out without hesitation.
With a painful groan, half of the palm fell to the ground.
The flame on the surface of the blade temporarily burned the wound on his palm, preventing a large amount of blood from being lost, but the severe pain still continued to attack Shen Qingzhu's mind.
He clenched his teeth, his face was pale, but his eyes were fixed on the half palm in the pool of blood and the wriggling tumor in the palm.
He was more afraid of being contaminated by Cthulhu than death. If this knife failed to successfully block their invasion, the next knife would be aimed at his neck.
In the pool of blood, the tumor attached to half of the palm squirmed wildly for a moment, and a tiny crack appeared in the middle. Countless red insects crawled in the tumor, forming a red eyeball the size of a mung bean.
The eyeball looked around and finally fell on the pale-faced Shen Qingzhu in front of it. Then, the four fingers connected to the palm seemed to come alive. With a flick of the ground, this half of the palm turned over in mid-air and fell steadily, like a four-legged tumor spider, crawling towards Shen Qingzhu rapidly!
What the hell is this?
Shen Qingzhu's eyes narrowed, and he snapped his fingers with his right hand. The half of his palm on the ground was rapidly compressed, squeezed and deformed by the air. As a ball of fire ignited, it was completely burned into charcoal.
Looking at the disgusting black meat paste in front of him, Shen Qingzhu took a deep breath, and his pounding heart finally calmed down.
When he turned his head again to look at the dancing ashes outside the mountain, his eyes had completely changed.
He was only touched a little by the ashes, but it had such a terrifying effect. If he were to remain exposed to the ashes...what kind of monster would he become?
Shen Qingzhu withdrew his gaze from the flying ashes, looked at the demon hovering above the mountain, then looked down at the wound on his waist that was gradually worsening. After a moment, he smiled bitterly.
He leaned against the wall of the mountain, sat down slowly, took out a cigarette from his arms, lit it, put it in his mouth, took a deep breath, and the hazy smoke enveloped his pale face.
He no longer planned to go out and fight.
After getting out, if he is still alive, it will be fine because his air barrier can prevent the ashes from touching him. But if he bleeds to death or is besieged to death by demons, his body will fall in the ashes and will sooner or later turn into a monster... Instead of that, he might as well wait to die here quietly. At least his body will be decent.
He stretched out his right hand, touched his chest, and felt something hard.
He let out a long sigh and closed his eyes.
The flames spread along the cigarette, and the burning embers were blown away by the breeze blowing through the cracks in the ground. In the gradually thinning smoke, Shen Qingzhu's body became colder and colder.
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Two figures were speeding through the cracks in the mountain.
While observing his surroundings, An Qingyu subconsciously pressed his palm with his fingertips, as if he was feeling a little itchy.
Lin Qiye's figure in front paused and suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" An Qingyu asked.
"There's a valley ahead." Lin Qiye withdrew his spiritual power perception, his expression a little strange, "And..."
"And what?"
"There are a lot of resentful souls gathered there, which is a bit strange."
An Qingyu frowned slightly and looked up at the sky. "There is no time to take a detour... Can we just go directly into the void and pass through like we did just now?"
"The valley isn't too big, it should be OK."
Lin Qiye made a rough estimate and nodded slightly.
[Zhan Bai] can indeed lead people into the void, but it cannot stay there for a long time. In addition, Lin Qiye has to bring An Qingyu with him, so the duration is even shorter under the burden of two people. However, with their speed, it should not be difficult to pass through the valley in a short time.
Lin Qiye pulled out [Zhan Bai] and grabbed An Qingyu, and both of them disappeared at the same time.
After returning to the black and white void world, the two immediately moved forward at full speed. In a moment, they passed through the narrow crack in the mountain. The view in front of them suddenly became clear and they came to a valley.
After stepping into the valley, An Qingyu immediately understood what Lin Qiye meant by "strange".
Ashes scattered all over the sky like heavy snow, dyeing the surrounding black mountains and valleys gray. The ashes piled on the ground were about 30 to 40 centimeters high. In this dead world, countless black shadows were standing among the flying ashes, with their hands clasped together, looking up devoutly at the crack in the sky that was constantly scattering ashes. M..
These are all resentful souls.
Just as An Qingyu was about to turn his head, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure stumbling out from a crack in the ground.
That was the greedy and resentful soul they had seen in the cracks in the ground before, constantly searching for "gold".
His skinny body crawled quickly in the accumulated ashes, as if he was still looking for large stones. Grains of gray-white ashes fell on his body, soon dyeing it gray.
After he had been crawling for more than ten seconds, his body suddenly shook and he lay stupidly in the ashes like a stone sculpture.
After a long time, he raised his head stiffly, his empty eyes staring at the ashes falling above his head, gradually showing fanaticism and excitement!