Chapter 298: Darkness and Flame

After "Chu Yu" explained the matter of taking care of "Qin Ping" and Yao Jianzhi to Meng Li, he returned to the residence of "Chu Yu" in this courtyard, and did not leave Meng Li's yard, and now in this courtyard except for Meng Li, the other three are unconscious, and it is no problem to let Meng Li take care of the three of them alone, but once someone breaks in at this time, it is difficult to say whether Meng Li can take care of everything.

Although this is in the realm of the Xuanyun Sect, and it is still in the VIP residence of the Xuanyun Sect, there should not be a thief who has such courage, but everything is not determined, "Chu Yu" really knows in the experience of ten thousand years that only he is reliable, maybe there are some elders in the Xuanyun Sect who happen to come here to go crazy, this kind of thing is not completely impossible.

"Chu Yu" was therefore not ready to go back to the courtyard where Elder Minglan arranged for him to live, anyway, "Chu Yu" didn't have anything to clean up, and the valuables were stored in the space ring of "Chu Yu" and were carried by "Chu Yu".

Meng Li was going to stay in the room of several wounded all night, and to take care of one sick number, he had to come every once in a while, take care of three, it was better to stay here directly, just wait until "Qin Ping" woke up, anyway, "Chu Yu" said, "Qin Ping" just because he used a move beyond his ability for the first time, he was just unconscious because of his lack of strength, and after recuperation, he would be able to wake up in just one night, and it would not have any impact on their plans.

Xuanyun Mountain at night, faded from the noisy and vibrant coat of the day, slowly dormant and calmed down in the dark, the slight blowing mountain wind washed away the dust accumulated during the day for the mountain peaks, and the floating lights set off the gentle calm of Xuanyun Mountain at night.

The perennial white smoke clouds that envelop the mountainside of Xuanyun Mountain have also broken away from the illusion of the fairyland on earth, dyed with the ink black of the night, and blended into the calm night. The night treats all things equally, all the splendor melts into the invisible, and the carved beams and paintings of countless houses, resplendent and splendid, are all covered by the night, leaving only a hazy silhouette, recounting the same tiredness and serenity.

But darkness is not synonymous with beauty, on the contrary, he is an accomplice and witness to countless evil deeds, behind its quiet and peaceful is a cold and ruthless heart, under the cruel evil or ruthless and unmoved, the darkness also has his fangs, which are hidden in the endless darkness, which may inadvertently pierce your fragile neck at any time, suck your blood, and then leave without leaving a trace.

The fire is warm and warm. It warms your body and mind and gives you hope on cold winter nights, and it also warmly cooks food for you and brings life to everyone. Some people have forgotten its crazy and violent nature, ignored its cruel and vicious eyes, and whenever it appears, it must be waiting every moment, waiting for an opportunity to free itself, that opportunity to burn everything wantonly.

Nearly a hundred miles north of Wuliang Mountain, there is a small village, although it is located within the scope of Xuanyun Sect, but because of the distance from Xuanyun Mountain and Wuliang Mountain, there is no big city, and it is difficult to relocate, so people here have lived in this village for generations, self-sufficient, if no one disturbs, the original peaceful life can continue forever.

The calm night that enveloped everything, in this evening, in this village, left briefly. The sight was filled with ferocious flames, and countless flames enveloped the entire village with teeth and claws, leaving a stage for them silently even in the night.

The violent flames danced wildly, with ferocity and madness in search of everything they could reach, whether it was a living life or an inanimate object, once contaminated by the flames, it would become the next breeding ground for the flames, the next medium for its crimes. The flying flames dance in the dark night with a hideous smile, the collapse of houses, and the screams of people are all its unique laughter, which is impressing the world with its shortest existence.

The flames danced wildly in the night, roaring in the sky, but it was only a small foil, and the real culprit was the black figure standing in the middle of the village, the figure obscured by the black robe. This figure must have been able to blend perfectly into the night, but now that the firelight had forced the night back, he had revealed a blurred form.

When the flames approached this black figure, they did not wait to spread to him, but suddenly shrank back as if they had encountered some natural enemy, as if they were afraid of his presence, and the whole village was the only one who maintained an eerie, frightening calm, with the tusks of death.

There were many things similar to branches extending from the bottom of the black robe, and it was difficult to see the specific appearance of the long strip under the light and darkness of the fire, only that if it was a branch, it did not have many leaves, but instead grew spikes similar to those growing on the stem of a rose, what a beautiful thing a rose is, but the spikes have a trace of eerie sharpness, just as some people who like roses also love cruelty.

The black branches moved rapidly, elongating or shortening, some burrowing directly into the ground next to the black figure, while others extending straight out. Although these things resembled branches, they were just like the black figure, not afraid of the raging flames at all, and moved freely through the flames at will.

These black branches are not growing aimlessly, but are targeted and fast-tracking, their target is the panicked villagers who are running away one by one, every time a villager is caught up by the black branch, the panic in the eyes of the villagers will turn into thick despair, and then the branches will wrap the person, just like a python treats a giant prey, and then the thorns growing on the branches will pierce into the human body, sucking up the human blood at an unusually fast speed, and then the tightened branches will loosen, and the person who has become a human stem will fall out, and the branches will continue to track the next target。

The black voice was in the middle of the village, and it didn't move or make a sound, like a wooden statue. The sound of the village was gradually swallowed up by the calm darkness again, only the sound of houses collapsing or wood bursting caused by the burning flames, and the countless branches that stretched out from under the black robe of the black shadow also slowly retreated into the black robe, but the black robe did not swell in the slightest because of this.