Tang Yunfeng didn't know what Nuomi was thinking, and he didn't comfort him very well. But Nuomi also felt a little relieved because of such a little persuasion, so she smiled and nodded to Tang Yunfeng.

The two of them only communicated with each other, and soon fell silent again, and walked out together.

The tornado outside had stopped, and they carefully opened the planks blocking the hole, and soon saw the sky outside.

The darkness outside was still as dark as before, and when I looked outside, it was as if I had entered the bottom of a completely dark well, and I didn't know how big and wide the space in front of me was.

However, such quiet darkness relieved all of them.

This is the netherworld they have been in contact with, where there is deep darkness, but there is also a steady dìng that reassures them.

If, before the typhoon season, someone told them that they would be at ease in the quiet darkness, they would have thought it was a joke. But after experiencing the wind season in the netherworld, they realized that the quiet darkness was so precious.

At least in the darkness, they can walk around freely, but when the wind season comes, they can only hide in resignedness.

They can be regarded as a group of people who live a relatively smooth life in this netherworld.

After all, with the record of the monsoon travelogue in the hand of Nuo Mi, they just need to do what they said above. There are so many monks out there who don't even know the coming of the wind season. They still live in the underworld as usual, until the wind season comes, they are immediately killed by the sudden arrival of the tornado, and they may not have time to react to what is going on, and they may not even know how they died, and they have been torn to the point that their souls are shattered.

They stood at the entrance of the cave for a long time, and only then did they become ecstatic when they found that there was no longer a trace of wind outside. Hurriedly got out of the cellar.

Nuomi was already walking behind, and at this time she was also squeezed at the back of the crowd, quietly watching the people in front of her as if they were running out cheering like a carnival, and a faint smile appeared on their faces.

It's a joyous event.

Even if it's glutinous rice, he can cultivate in his own ethereal space. I still feel that staying under this underground all the time is really a depressing thing. At this time, she was very happy to be able to leave the underground, and she was really willing to stay underground. They monks, sure enough, still like to gallop outside.

As the monks in front of him ran outside, the entrance to the cave loosened.

Nuomi finally walked outside with Zhu Zi and Tang Yunfeng at the end, together with the other monks.

As soon as he stepped on the ground outside, Nuomi's brows furrowed.

She smelled a very strange smell. It smelled like blood, and it smelled like something rotten. The mixture of several flavors is a bit unbearable.

This is supposed to be the smell of flesh that has been shattered by the tornado. I don't know where those tornadoes that were speeding around passed and what they crumbled. No one cares about what falls to the ground now. I only know that everywhere under my feet, what falls quietly is the flesh and blood of something, which makes people feel very uncomfortable when they step on it.

"The wind has finally stopped."

I don't know who sighed on the side.

Glutinous rice has become accustomed to the light under the cellar. At this time, he habitually turned his head to look, and when he saw nothing in front of him, he remembered that he was not under the cellar where moss was planted everywhere. In the netherworld, she couldn't see anything at all.

She couldn't help but reach out and touch the side, and found that the pillar was standing less than an inch away from her, which made her feel a little relieved.

"The tornado has stopped, and it is clearly a plan to facilitate our return to the human realm." Nan Zongxing's voice was a little high. Even in the dark, I could still distinguish his voice. I heard his voice ringing beside him, and he said, "Are you sure that the human world has settled down now?" ”

Nan Zongxing didn't even specifically specify who this "you" was, but listening to the meaning of his words, he naturally asked Nuomi.

Glutinous rice was annoyed that he was rude when he spoke. I don't bother with it at all. Anyway, Nan Zongxing didn't say who she was talking to at all, she just pretended to be stupid, and Nan Zongxing couldn't say anything.

Everyone was in a jubilant mood at this time, and there were cheers everywhere, and no one noticed what Nan Zongxing was saying.

The cheers didn't just ring out from around them. In the distance, there were faint noises, as if they were also cheers. Near them, there were also some monks who were hiding underground, and when they found out that the wind season had passed, they came out of the burrows and cheered.

Nuomi didn't pay attention to Nan Zongxing, but his head unconsciously turned his head to look at the places where the cheers were emanating. Even though she knew she couldn't see anything, she was still immersed in the joy.

Nan Zongxing was in the dark, and he didn't know what his expression was. Nuomi obviously didn't respond to his question, but he didn't say anything more, and just fell silent.

The cheers came and went, and in a moment someone had turned around and brought a torch out of the cave, and a high bonfire was lit in front of the cellar.

The monks who followed Nuomi lived a very good life.

Glutinous rice planted all the glowing moss in the cellar early in the morning to serve as lighting. Therefore, when they were under the cellar, they never needed to light a bonfire, except for cooking from time to time, and the firewood in their hands was naturally sufficient.

They lit a bonfire and waited for a while, but they didn't see any more fires burning around them.

"How. Now in this netherworld, everyone is a fellow believer, why no one responds to us. Is this looking down on us, or is it treating us all as bad people? A disciple of Yuximen muttered very unwillingly.

Nuomi smiled, and before she could speak, she heard Qian Jiu say on the side, "Don't talk nonsense." The monks probably don't have much firewood left. ”

When the other monks listened, they stopped talking.

No one around lit a campfire in response, but after standing outside for a while, they heard the sound of approaching footsteps.

Nuomi found that her hearing seemed to have improved to the next level, and she could even distinguish the number of people from the footsteps, and even vaguely felt what kind of mood the owner of the footsteps was in at the moment.

These things didn't need to be deliberately understood, but when she heard the sound of those footsteps, these materials naturally appeared in her mind, which was very natural.

She never thought that she would have such ability, and she couldn't help but be stunned.

Nervousness, hunger, doubt, suspicion......

Nuomi shook her head, trying to get the emotions from her mind as she heard the footsteps, and then, along with the other monks, stood and waited for the strange monks who were walking by.

In addition to her, many other monks heard heavy footsteps one after another, and soon realized that someone was approaching them. When they heard the footsteps, they reacted completely differently.

Some of the monks stood quietly like glutinous rice, others looked around curiously, and some took a slight step back and pressed their hands on their flying swords. Lou Qianzhong and they were naturally the last reaction, even the youngest Du Le was no exception.

Nuomi couldn't see the figure of the pillar clearly, but I guess the pillar should be on guard.

The footsteps approached, and only then did they stand still as the people could react to the campfire.

Just as Lou Qianzhong raised their guard, those monks who leaned over actually had a lot of doubts in their hearts. But they had no choice, and the life under the cellar had already exhausted their store, even the firewood, let alone anything else.

They were quite well prepared, and there was still some left in Linggu. But after the firewood ran out, they couldn't make a fire to cook at all, and they could only eat the Spirit Valley raw when they were hungry. It was so uncomfortable, not to mention how uncomfortable it was, even if it was to survive, they didn't want to try it a second time.

It was because of this that they walked in the direction of the campfire.

After seeing the number of people around the campfire, the monks who came to the heart couldn't help but "chuckle" in their hearts. But they had already come over, and now there was no way out, so they could only bow to the bonfire, and report their names, saying that they had run out of firewood, hoping to borrow some firewood.

There are countless spirit valley spirit grasses planted in the ethereal illusion of glutinous rice, although there are not many spirit trees, but with the spirit valley pole, it can be regarded as firewood that cannot be used up no matter what. At this time, seeing that there was really a monk who came forward to borrow firewood, he also felt a little funny, and was about to nod his head in agreement, but he saw Nan Zongxing suddenly take two steps forward, and said in a hurry: "Firewood is naturally there, but it can't be given to you for nothing." You have to come up with something to exchange. This firewood is the stuff of all of us, and the things you have taken out satisfy all of us before we can get firewood. ”

Glutinous rice was stunned.

The nearby monks also looked at Nan Zongxing with a look of looking at a monster.

No one expected him to say that.

Whether it's firewood or Linggu, it's actually glutinous rice alone. Even if it was found from the wreckage of the ark, it was just the stuff of the seven of them, and it had nothing to do with Nan Zongxing, a later outsider. Now that he is saying this, it seems that he is fighting for the interests of everyone, and it is difficult for others to say anything.

ps: I took a look at the mooncake activity www.biquge.info Biquge, and it was another money-burning activity......

Let's keep the money to buy mooncakes to eat~ Are you ready for mooncakes for August 15~? =w=~