Dr. Liu did not ask the identity of the person who knocked on the door, the night had passed, and his clinic was built on the street, so even the most daring murderer would not be unfavorable to him in broad daylight and crowded environment.

He removed the lock and opened the door, and in the doorway stood little Lulu with a burnt and ashen face.

"How are you?"

He was so stunned that he blurted out such a somewhat inexplicable sentence.

Yes, he never thought that the person who came to knock on the door of the clinic today would be the girl in front of him, because her home by the river is so far from here, how long does it take for a girl to walk here?

She must have set off early, right?

Dr. Liu looked at Xiao Lulu's dusty pants and dirty shoes, and looked in thought.

What is this girl here for?

There were countless doubts in his heart.

"Grandpa went out in the middle of the night last night, he should have gone to Jiangli to find his eldest brother, I'm so scared......"

Perhaps because of the dust and tiredness along the way, little Lulu was a little incoherent, and her face was unfeigned with horror, like a rabbit being carried by ears.

"What are you afraid of?"

Doctor Liu felt that the amount of information in Xiao Lulu's words was a bit large, what did the one-eyed old man go out in the middle of the night, and who was the 'big brother'? He didn't know where to start, Xiao Lulu was sweating all over her body, and he felt that it was not right to hang such a girl out of the door, so he got out of the way and motioned for Xiao Lulu to go to the back room to rest.

"I'm afraid ......"

Little Lulu couldn't finish this sentence after all, the road from the riverside hut to the town, this road is no less than a marathon for a child, under the gaze of Dr. Liu, her eyes rolled, and the whole person fainted directly.

"Hey, hey, hey......"

Dr. Liu hurriedly helped the paralyzed girl, and for a moment, he felt an inexplicable sense of guilt, so much so that he looked in the direction of his neighbors.

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"Hey, it's snowing. ”

When Lin Ming came out of the underground parking lot, a snowflake fell on his face, he looked up, the sky was full of black clouds, goose feathers of snow fluttering, and the scenery across the street in his field of vision was like a mosaic.

It's really strange, when Lin Ming walked into the parking lot, it was still sunny outside, and according to the weather forecast, the weather should be sunny all the time. And when Lin Ming came out of the parking lot, the snow on the ground was already half an inch deep.

It seems that even the heavens are mourning for the innocent life that died tragically at the hands of Lin Ming.

The snow fell on Lin Ming's cheeks and melted in an instant, but the strange thing was that after the snow melted, there was not even a trace of water left, as if it had seeped under the skin.

This snow doesn't seem to be simple.

Lin Ming stretched out a hand and stroked the cheek where the snowflakes had stopped, and the black in his pupils began to spread.

This snow is indeed not simple.

He saw countless threads in the air, one end of which reached into the sky, and the other end of which was connected to the earth, and snowflakes that fell down these threads.

"Is this the 'Dutian Refining Demon Array'?"

Lin Ming knew what this was, and he also knew what this formation was activating for.

"All the heavens refine demons, refining the soul, except for those who hold the formation talisman, will suffer indiscriminately, from the heavens of punishment, until the soul is exhausted. ”

This is the information recorded in Zhou Eighteen's mind about the 'Dutian Refining Demon Array', he has not seen the specific situation of the launch of this array, because the people who have seen this array are already dead, and those who launch this array without authorization will also be attacked by the righteous path, and there is no way to enter the heavens and the earth at all.

Lin Ming touched his face and closed his eyes, and after a long time, when he opened his eyes again, the whites of his eyes had disappeared.

"Boring tricks. ”

He took his hand away, and in the palm of his hand lay a snowflake.

The snow that had fallen on his face was actually restored by Lin Ming by inexplicable means.

White, but deadly. There is a strange power in what seeps into the body the moment it hits the skin, and this power acts directly on the soul.

This snow does not melt because of the temperature of the human body, but because of the spiritual power, the power that comes from the soul.

This is not snow, but a type of heaven and earth evil qi, which is gathered by the formation and descends on the city, and when the concentration of the evil qi exceeds a certain level, the city will become a place of death.

This was clearly illustrated by a beggar lying in the snow on the side of the street, having lost his breath and heartbeat.

Lin Ming looked at the snow in the sky, and suddenly sneered.

"Fighting with me for food is like looking for death. ”

Stepping into the wind and snow, Lin Ming's clothes swayed, he took out a small black flag from his arms, and made a move against the wind, and in an instant, the flying snow in the sky seemed to have received some order, and avoided Lin Ming's body piece by piece as if he had his own will.

This black flag is the formation talisman that Lin Ming got from Zhou Eighteen, or the magic weapon that depicts the formation talisman, if it is in normal times, Lin Ming will definitely not be able to urge it, because he does not have the power in the cultivation system, but now it is different, as long as the formation is activated, the array talisman that exists within the formation range is like a solar cell that shines into the sun, and they no longer need the holder to inject energy.

Lin Ming took steps, following the direction of the densest 'silk threads' in the sky, stepping through the snow with each step, and each step was connected to the previous one.

The strange pace is as weird as Lin Ming's pure black eyes.

The ground under the snow was also black and slightly wet, but it was soon filled with white, and the snow falling from the sky seemed to be endless, and the traces left by Lin Ming in the snow could only survive for ten breaths.

In the vast sea of snow, a black line kept moving, slow but firm, like a dagger, and I don't know whose heart it will end up in.

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