Chapter 27: Witch Forest (3)

This street seemed like a ruin destroyed by artillery fire. In less than two days, the walls of the buildings that were once bright and beautiful were covered with cracks like bones.

Under the blockade, the flickering lights on the street were like powerless flames, rolling on the dark ground and leaving behind a bunch of dim dust.

Except for the children's heavy breathing and the fierce barking of the pollution dogs, the whole space was dead silent. The occasional roars and painful wails from afar were like the prelude to despair.

Louisa held the little girl behind her tightly, and the older one ran in front of them.

"I have no strength..." The girl's small body leaned forward as she ran fast, as if every breath was praying for her. Her warm tears fell on her face, which was red from running too much. She

had not eaten for half a day and had just been forced to move stones non-stop, and she was close to the abyss of exhaustion.

Luisa had no time to respond to her words. While trying her best to adjust her breathing and use her talents, she moved towards the light spot that was shining alone in her vision.

Although there was still some distance, she thought she would get there sooner or later. Although her mother said that the gods were hateful and he could not escape the fate of becoming a shell, at least... she wanted to live a little longer.

Before she died, she wanted to know the name of the believer who gave her the cake.

"Well... my legs hurt so much, I can't lift them at all."

"Let me go... I'll just be a burden to you."

As she said this, the young girl took the initiative to break away from Louisa's tightly held hand.

"Hold on a little longer," the girl running in front of the two took the initiative to pull up Louisa's hand behind her. She was older and had much better physical strength than the two little girls. "Maybe we can meet other people, such as Sister Aisina."

Her words rekindled the young girl's hope, and she used her will to continue running.

With the cooperation of the two people, Louisa applied gravity to slow down the pollution dog's forward speed smoothly, and the distance between the three and death was slightly increased.

In the same space, in the brightly lit pawnshop, Zhou Ye and Siming's communication finally stopped. Siming stood up with his arm around Zhou Ye's shoulder. Under the light, his hair rose up like plain bead curtains, entwining around Zhou Ye's chest.

Zhou Ye had seen the direction of Louisa's movement through the pure white space, but Cong Yue was interrogating the old man and couldn't get away.

He looked at Siming in front of him with a half-amused and half-helpless look, and the person opposite him blinked in response.

On the left light screen, Zhou Ye seemed to have understood Siming's thoughts after Siming's explanation, and nodded slightly. The soft warm red light reflected his face as if it was filtered.

After a moment of thought, he gently stretched out his hands towards Siming, as if asking for a hug, but for the first time, the silver-haired man did not immediately respond to the request, and frowned slightly.

"I won't go."

Zhou Ye did not answer, but continued to stretch out his hands, even opening his arms at a wider angle, his lips, which were purple due to illness, pursed flatly, and he seemed a little nervous and ashamed, and his face was quietly flushed.

"...They are just a group of irrelevant ants..." Siming turned his eyes away from the person in front of him and looked out the window. He put his hands on his chest, which had been relaxed at his sides, in a defensive posture.

"Can't you think of it as helping me?" After this, Zhou Ye directly supported the table with his hands and tried to pull Siming's sleeves.

But before he could carry out the action, it could be clearly seen in the broadcast that Siming, who had been watching him with his peripheral vision, stopped him with a hug.

Then there was a tacit hug without any communication, and Zhou Ye put his arm around Siming's shoulders. The camera could not go any deeper, and everyone could only see the two people entering the bedroom, with the door tightly closed, and only the sound remained.

He had not originally planned to act like this, but he couldn't let the usually cold Siming start saving people inexplicably. The default image would collapse, the credibility of the behavior would be reduced, and the shocking effect would be greatly reduced.

"Go help them first." Zhou Ye's voice was mixed with the sounds of taking off shoes and tidying up the quilt.

"Got it." Immediately following was Siming's low reply with suppressed dissatisfaction.

The next moment, a dazzling light illuminated the entire building that was originally hidden in the darkness. The electric arc rose from the second floor of the pawnshop, like a giant dragon formed by lightning, opening its ferocious mouth and rushing towards the sky.

The qualitative change caused by this lightning made the entire blockade, which was in a dark state, bright for a second, and then returned to darkness again.

Siming's face, which originally looked dignified and contemptuous, now seemed to be wrapped in murderous intent.

He said nothing, and the barrage of the broadcast angle flew past like embedded words.

-Although I know that those bastards have become polluted beasts, I still want to say that they were really eaten to death.

-Once again, I strongly recommend that Black Hair open a class. The title of the class is called "The Best Fortune for Civilians Who Act Coquettishly". I will be the first to sign up.

-lol, upstairs. Hahaha, I didn't feel like she was just being coquettish after watching the whole thing. Black Hair was really confident, as if he was making a request to me and my dad.

-Ah? ? ? Upstairs, you. You can't say that. Do you and your dad wear the same ring? If you do, I'll shut up.

-Is that not allowed? Upstairs, our family rings all look the same.

-Zhou Zhou is so kind. If it were me, Siming would not have run over to save people at this moment, but to blow those brainless teenagers into fireworks (I believe he would be willing to do so.

-It's so funny. After all the trouble, he still has to follow Xiao Zhou to save people. From the sound, I feel that he even tucked in the quilt! So thoughtful.

Looking at the pop-up screen on his phone, Rod hugged his bandaged injured foot and felt that the anger that had calmed down a little was burning again.

So you can do it, then why couldn't you do it earlier? In this way, my son would not turn into a monster...

At this time, a familiar phone number popped up on his phone again.

After Kum was satisfied with appreciating the scene on the light screen, Shanshan called late.

Rod's eyes were hesitant and he wanted to hang up directly several times, but he finally picked up the phone.

"Rod, I think you need help now, right?" Kum's wrinkled face showed a very sarcastic arc, and his legs folded flat on the recliner trembled very proudly.

"Isn't it true that my needs have disappeared forever?" Rod knew that the person he was talking to was an old fox, and he must have some purpose in calling again now. He didn't want to show weakness.

Of course, this sentence was also sincere.

"No, no," Kum held the hand of his obedient, got up from the chair and slowly stood by the window. "My needs are still there, but the bargaining chips can be changed."

"I'll let them take advantage of the absence of the silver-haired nobleman and directly capture the black-haired one for you, so that he can also experience the feeling of losing the life of the person he cherishes."

"I know you are afraid of offending him, so you won't be allowed to show up during the whole process, how about it?"

Bang, bang, bang, Rod felt his heartbeat speeding up. He really needed an outlet to vent the grief and inner distress of losing his son.

And the person who promised him and gave him hope but couldn't do it was the best scapegoat.

Yes, it’s not my fault, nor is it my child’s fault. It’s all his fault, that damn commoner. If he had just asked that silver-haired noble for help earlier, my child wouldn’t have died, and I wouldn’t have to be so sad.

He stared closely at the silver-haired man on the public screen who was searching around quickly as if he was looking for the trace of his child. His eyes, which were originally full of sadness and despair, turned into resentment: "I know you want alchemy products. I can give you more than one, or even more than two. You can choose any of my family's warehouses."

"But my requirement is that you go out in person and use your talent to torture that black-haired civilian for me so hard that he will neither live nor die."

"Haha, of course you can." Kum turned his back to the light screen and scanned the servants in the room who were trembling with fear and lowering their heads, not daring to look him in the eye. "Then you have to be prepared to bleed heavily. I'm leaving now, and I hope to see ten useful alchemy products sent to the association when I come back."

"Okay." Rod gritted his teeth and agreed.

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Ten minutes later, Kum dressed neatly and led a team of talented people on the road to the pawnshop.

They were neat and uniform, and it was extremely obvious from the sand table. Zhou also zoomed in and observed immediately, and found that the leader was the president of the Qingshui City Mutual Aid Association shown on the official website.

Turning the page of the novel that he had read halfway, Lina had reached the middle of her career at this time, and she and her two sisters set off a trend of reform in their respective towns.

It was a wonderful plot.

But looking at the few people who kept moving towards him, Zhou could also feel something unusual. Siming was not here at this time, and his safety could hardly be guaranteed.

In the third perspective, the old man has knocked his forehead until it bleeds, and he tells all the details like a bamboo tube pouring beans. Finally, Tan Yue puts away the terrifying fireworks.

The old man looks up expectantly, as if waiting for a word of forgiveness, but what greets him is a small flame, which is not grand and not hot.

After landing on him, it instantly ignites the entire darkness. The old man falls backwards and hits a pile of flammable objects, but the flame does not stain them at all, and only lingers on him.

Tan Yue drags the burning and screaming old man to the ground, and looks back at the people who were originally close to her but now look at her with horror.

She smiles with her eyes and waved goodbye with her free right hand.

"Everyone, take care of yourself! I'm leaving."

Suddenly, the old man's struggle intensified. The nerves on his face had completely collapsed, like a rolling hollow lava cake. From the outside, you can see that the inside has melted. The red light condensed into a huge vortex. He seemed to be dancing with joy in the arms of the fatal girl.

However, in the next second, all the violence came to an abrupt end. The flames suddenly extinguished, as if they had never existed. The old man's painful expression gradually turned into joy, and then his body turned into a pile of invisible dust. Even the wind could not take him away from here.

Cong Yue used the flames to travel in a gust of wind and headed towards the distance.

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"Can you tell me quickly, where are you going?" The half-grown girl who was holding the two of them felt that her physical strength was almost overdrawn at this moment, and the whole person was about to collapse.

"We're almost there! The person I'm looking for will be there soon..." Louisa responded loudly.

The next second, the little girl who had been dragged forward by the two of them stumbled, and the three people holding hands immediately fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry!" The little girl's voice was weak and sharp, and she was apologizing with her survival instinct. Her tear-stained face was instantly wiped by tears.

The two people in front of her took big steps, so they were not stepped on. She followed and her foot fell into the gap.

Louisa stood up in a hurry. Without time to tidy up her clothes, she grabbed the girl's legs and tried to pull her out, but it was useless.

Seeing the polluting dog getting closer and closer, the half-grown girl realized that the situation was not good, and she directly left the two people who had just shared the same hardship and ran to the other side.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Her voice came from a little further away.

Unfortunately, she soon retreated from that direction and hid against the wall with the two girls in fear.

"Come and help." Louisa was still helping the little girl stubbornly, and she didn't even raise her head when she saw her come back.

"No, it's useless, we're dead." The half-grown girl panted to herself, "Do you know why I came back, idiot? There are also contaminated beasts over there!"

On the sandbox, three girls were blocked by contaminated beasts in the center of the street. One of the girls' legs was still stuck on the edge of the broken ground. The situation was very urgent. Zhou Ye looked at Siming, who was no longer pretending to search and was running straight towards them, with a frown on

his face.

It was too late.

Looking at the team approaching the pawnshop in the upper right corner, he hesitated for less than a second. The third-angle view of Carrot Moon immediately turned around, like a petal swaying in the air, and rushed directly towards Louisa with the help of flames.

At this time, Louisa looked up at the sky as if she had sensed something.

Just as Carrot Moon rushed into the small circle, the next second before the polluted beast was about to pounce on the three people.

The blockade that had been so stable that it was amazing suddenly broke through the narrow mouth, and the full moon that was so large that it occupied all the visible space suddenly appeared in everyone's sight.

The misty curtain that originally covered the sky was opened, and the bright full moon was like a person who had awakened and opened his eyes. A few seconds later, the moonlight surrounding the dancing stars suddenly surged like blood.

Blood covered all visible places, and everything was no longer the same.

Aisina looked at her arm, which was cut in half from the center of the joint and bleeding slowly, with a relaxed smile on her face.

Great, she made it.

Under her feet was the altar where Cong Yue was born, and the strange pattern was redrawn by her blood.

After making a decision, Zhou Ye, who just wanted to continue reading, felt the third perspective suddenly extinguished.

Cong Yue was disconnected.