Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Monument to the Crickets
Yu Jiang let go of the hand holding the dagger and turned around: "Kill her!"
Several screams rang out, the last of the most painful sounds a person made before he died, followed by a slight cough.
"Didn't you hear that you were told to kill her?
"Poseidon doesn't have to do it yourself, we'll help you solve it. ”
Yu Jiang was so startled by this strange and powerful voice that he quickly turned around, and what appeared in front of him were three women with strong sword spirits, but it was his own subordinates who fell to the ground and whimpered, while Annano, the queen of the quicksand country, was intact, and was standing in a place where his eyes could see directly with the support of the cicada girl.
Yu Jiang looked at Tiandi Ge in Qingbai's hand: "Yin Yang Village Priest?"
Biqiu stepped forward: "Yes, we are the priests of Yin Yang Village, why don't we hurry up and hand over the antidote to the poison of the wind!"
"Hahaha, I think there is something important, it turns out that I am here for this. The evil laughter of Yujiang sounded and reached the ears of Gongzi Du above the stone cliff.
Such an unstoppable laughter made Twilight, who was guarding the crickets, feel uneasy, and he stomped his feet in front of the crickets and kept walking back and forth: "It must be Sister Qingbai that has an accident!
Childe Twilight looked at the cricket holding the spider, and was so angry that he dropped his sleeves: "If I ask you, you won't say anything, let you follow me to find Sister Qingbai, and you won't go, what will you let me do?" Ah, what do you let me do!"
"Let's go......" the cricket suddenly spoke.
"And what do you do?"
"Leave me alone, I have something to do. ”
The cricket got up and walked away without looking back, holding the corpse of the spider.
"Hey, hey...... Then you have to take care of yourself!" Childe Twilight shouted as he looked at the back of the cricket in the distance. Immediately, he opened Tianluo and took advantage of Tianluo's buoyancy to fly down the stone cliff.
Beihai, the northernmost and ultimate place in Kyushu, is sparsely planted with vegetation and boundless.
The sea breeze is blowing, and Kyushu, the world of the jungle, is slowly opening up the insignificance of those ant-like fatalistic races step by step.
Moth fireflies, no matter how strong they are, they can't get rid of their fate of serving the ant clan. And now that that beautiful dragonfly is dead, what can she, an earthworm that can only roll in the mud, do?
The cricket put the spider under a stone cliff by the sea, and buried her with gravel: "Sister, you are so born on the road, I will help you avenge your revenge!"
On the tombstone made of stone pillars erected high, the cricket took out his long sword, carved the "tomb of the moth clan spider", and turned away. The sea breeze blew, and her pale green cloak swayed in the sun, like a green lotus out of the water, and the tears in the corners of her eyes were also blown down.
She walked away with her backlight, holding the long sword in her hand, and what came to her mind was full of the moment she moved away from the spider's left hand, the black ant that slowly ran away in front of her eyes, this scene, over and over again, made her have to muster up the courage to face everything she should not have wanted to face.