There was a hint of gloom in the spirit bird's eyes, and he suddenly stopped talking. He was originally ordered by his eldest brother to hunt down the zombie black-clothed youth, and yesterday when he was in an emergency, he hurriedly resorted to a secret method, causing his spiritual power to be exhausted and self-harming, and he didn't have to worry about his life, but he didn't want to be bitten, if it wasn't for Wen Qing's shot, he would definitely die on the spot, not only could he not complete the master's life, but maybe he would also suffer endless harm. But he was still poisoned by the corpse, he would rather die than become that zombie monster, in order not to insult the Xianmen Dao, so he was already ready to die. This girl's fanatical eyes regard him as a fairy, everyone in the world thinks that people who can spell spells are immortals, chic and beautiful, and the scenery is infinite, but they don't know the cruelty and helplessness behind it, just like they ended up like this.

The spirit bird retracted his eyes, he felt that his right hand and half of his body were cold, stiff and numb, he knew that the corpse poison was about to spread all over his body, and time was running out.

He stretched out his left hand and put it on the vein of Mei Zu's wrist, and shook his head for a long time, this little sister is really not qualified, in addition, there is a faint violent aura in her body, which can be regarded as congenitally bad.

"You, do you really want to learn spells with me?"

Liao Wenqing and Zhao Xiaomei glanced at each other and nodded.

The spirit bird suddenly twitched, and its face was black, which was very scary.

"Ah, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Xiaomei said worriedly.

After a while, the spirit bird breathed a sigh of relief, suppressed it, and said: "I was bitten by that monster, and I have been poisoned by zombies, I'm afraid time is running out." He glanced at the long sword in Wen Qing's hand and said, "I don't want to become that walking corpse, junior sister, kill me!"

This call was to treat him as his own person and call him to his heart!

"Is there really no cure?" Zhao Xiaomei looked up at the sky, her heart was surging, mortals could not escape the fate of doom, why are even fairy-like characters so pitiful? What is wrong in this world?

The spirit bird nodded, closed its eyes, and said, "Do it! Don't tell people that you've seen me! Don't let them worry about me." ”

Zhao Xiaomei slowly raised the sword, put it down again before it reached the top of her head, and then picked up a stone on the side of the road and smashed it at the back of his head.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, a gust of wind sweeps by, the dark clouds in the sky are scattered, the dark gray sky is dotted with stars, the Milky Way crosses by, the moonlight pours like water, and this land is as bright as day.

The little sister looked up, and there were stars in the sky, and it was a full moon!

Not far away, a white shadow jumped and jumped and gradually faded away, submerging into the darkness ahead, looking like a white dog from a distance!

"Why didn't you kill him?" Zhao Xiaomei complained a little.

Zhao Xiaomei looked at the darkness in front of her and said, "Do you say he really wants to die?"

Zhao Xiaomei lowered her head and thought for a while, and said, "That's trying to die, right?"

Suddenly there were tears in her eyes, and she said, "Then why didn't he do it himself?"

Zhao Xiaomei didn't speak, turned around and walked towards the village, muttering in her mouth: "I think he still wants to live, no matter what it becomes, he still wants to live." Anyway, he still wants to live..."

Zhao Xiaomei didn't understand it, turned around and followed, but saw that in front of her, Wen Qing fell on the side of the road with a "poof", her face full of sadness and tears!

Zhao Xiaomei muttered to herself, and then walked towards the way she came lonely, she didn't know that Cui Houqing at this moment was on the verge of life and death.

The call of 120 echoed on the road, this was a decision made by Wen Qing after calming down for a long time, and the person was injured and had to go to the hospital. Wen Qing couldn't make up her mind in a panic, and picked up Cui Houqing's phone in a hurry, which only had Yi Changfeng's number. After she dialed, Yi Changfeng hurriedly came, and after a brief inquiry, he couldn't make up his mind. After a hurried discussion, the two decided to send them to the hospital first.

The 120 ambulance stopped at the Yizhou People's Hospital, and after a period of hurry, Cui Houqing was placed on the emergency bed and pushed to the emergency room. A simple examination of the doctor said that it was poisoning and excessive blood loss, and blood replenishment was needed. But the problem came out, after a blood test, it was found that Cui Houqing's blood type did not belong to one of the several blood types of humans, in short, it belonged to the category of animal blood. But the doctor didn't take it seriously and classified him as a special type of blood type O. So he called Wen Qing and Yi Changfeng to take a blood test, and only Wen Qing was type O blood, so he organized personnel to draw Wen Qing's 400cc blood, and under Wen Qing's strong request, the doctor had to draw 1000cc of blood.

Because the wound in Cui Houqing's body is not large, it is just because a special blood transfusion is needed, so the amount of blood needed is not much. But what the doctor didn't know was that his blood could not be mixed with ordinary people's blood, and just a minute after the doctor hung up the blood pack, Cui Houqing had strong convulsions, and then went into shock and fainted.

The alarm sounded in the emergency passage, and the nurse on duty found Cui Houqing's abnormal condition and pressed the first aid button. The doctors and nurses gathered around and didn't know what was going on. In the end, Yi Changfeng received a phone call and rushed over, only to remember that he had said that his blood could not be mixed with human blood, otherwise his life would be in danger.

Yi Changfeng couldn't explain this situation, so he could only excuse that his blood type did not match, so he quickly removed the blood bag and then pushed it out for dialysis.

Fortunately, the dialysis was timely, and Cui Houqing's state gradually stabilized, but he was in a state of fainting all the time and did not respond to anyone's calls.

What others don't know is that because of Wen Qing's blood, Cui Houqing is going through a test.

Cui Houqing stood on a plateau, it was a desert, about a long, long time ago, as if in ancient times.

When the chaos of heaven and earth first opened, the earth was still barren, and the gods created the first human beings to comfort the endless loneliness. But when there is a shortage of manpower, so is the gods. Fate fell from the sky and wanted to control the entire world of people and gods. In order to stop the supreme existence of fate, the gods are preparing to start an unprecedented battle with the heavens......

The earth had just been baptized by war, the whole blanket was stained red with blood, the exposed corpses were everywhere, the shy parts were covered by skirts of blades of grass, and no one prayed for them, no one buried them......

A group of lucky humans screamed, shoved each other, snatched the spoils, and even fought their own. They didn't know that right next to them stood a beautiful and noble woman......

For the first time, Nuwa shed tears for humanity. She only focused on the desolation in front of her, but she didn't notice the approach of a god behind her......

"Nuwa, you're crying!" a roar resounded through the sky, and thunder exploded. But the ignorant human beings could not hear, and fought each other with swords for the sake of victory.

"You are so weak, yet so greedy, I created you, and everything is my fault. Nuwa whispered, but they still couldn't see or hear.

"I have not given you god-like ears or god-like eyes, but you should not ignore me, for I am your mother. Nuwa began to sob, tears poured down on the barren land, and vegetation began to grow on the earth.

"Pangu, shouldn't I have created them?" Nuwa turned and looked at the gods behind her.

"They don't have language, so they can't hear, they don't have their horizons, so they can't see. Pangu comforted.

The war has ceased, and countless corpses are lying on the ground, the corpses of the past are still reeking of rancidity, and the new corpses are being eaten by the goshawks......