Between the dilemma, the dark and deep seabed glows with a faint and cold light.

First, the Yakshas' reactions became unnatural, and then Bai Ya and Qi Huan also noticed the strange light. The light was clear and cold, showing a fire-like blue, which became more and more intense. The Yaksha became irritable and frightened, swimming up and down the sea irregularly, no longer attacking them, instead rushing towards the blue light after a brief moment of confusion.

The range of blue light is moving upward, and the overall light perception around it is transparent. As the light slowly rose, they gradually saw the light source. The visual effect was not dazzling, so the two of them could clearly see that a golden soldier was being held in his hands. But it wasn't Jun Aoyan, it was the rest of the Yakshas, and Aoyan was next to him and fought with the rest of the youkai. Sometimes she snatched the weapon, and sometimes she was snatched away. The weapon was like a bait, surrounded by a large group of scrambling fish. After ascending to a certain height, the two swam over to join in the snatch.

Bai Ya could clearly see the halberd. The moment Jun Aoyan snatched it, she threw the halberd at the two of them quickly. The halberd projected quickly, streaking through a golden trail. Bai Ya stretched out his hand and grabbed it, but he was actually carried by the weapon and slid for a distance. He actually felt it—hard, rough, like any other weapon reserved for the Yakshas. Until now, they didn't know what it was, but it looked like rough polished natural coral. This one was long and straight, and it was relatively smooth compared to the rough appearance of other weapons. Is there really such a long, solid coral in the world? It is well-proportioned throughout, showing a warm gold color, except for the upper part, about a foot long, deriving two asymmetrical branches, like tree branches. Their ends are sharpened. At the fork, there is a blue ore embedded in the halberd.

Before he could look at the gem, he was suddenly snatched away by a believer behind him. Qi Huan, who caught up, quickly fought with him. In this unknown depth, it is simply a mess. The trio tried their best to maneuver around a group of enemies, and they took a detour. Someone was injured, and the blood quickly dispersed in the water. They saw several huge fish shadows in the distance. Qi Huan's first feeling was that of a shark, and the subsequent silhouette did not prove his conjecture. In fact, sharks should not have been lured so quickly, perhaps someone had been injured earlier, and the breath of blood summoned these uninvited guests from hundreds of miles away.

Very understandable truth. After all, the three of them had already unknowingly had too many wounds on their bodies. Although it is not serious except for a few on Jun Aoyan's neck, it is likely to increase the risk if you continue to soak in water.

The good news is that the sharks didn't attack them. Those aquatic beasts with fangs surrounded everyone layer by layer, constantly circling. The devotees rejoiced, convinced that it was the god of the sea who was sheltering them. In this way, they fought more bravely. Pushing, tearing, and beating, without weapons, only by quantity, can cause limited damage to people in special circumstances. Qi Huan was worried that Jun Aoyan's warlike nature would explode and hurt those villagers to the ground. These sharks are probably under the command of the Yakshas, and if they get out of control, they don't know what terrible things will happen.

Qi Huan suddenly realized that Jun Aoyan's wounds, as well as some of the cracks on Yaksha's body, were exactly the same as the gills of sharks.

At this time, the three people who converged had a plan that went without saying anything, and each knew it - to bring the halberd to the shore. Without the water, the combat power of these monsters will be greatly weakened. Although it will not be weak, at least the damage to other humans will become limited. What's more, there is very little in everyone's body that is large enough to sustain breathing. They had roughly estimated that the number of humans was roughly equal to that of the Nakshatras, adding up to no more than a thousand. Jun Aoyan had an illusion in a trance, as if he was riding alone on a war horse, shuttling back and forth among hundreds of enemies and slashing. She has heard this picture more than once and seen it more than once, but the protagonist is her majestic father.

And now, she must try her best to restrain the fighting spirit that swells up from her heart. Half of them are almost ineffective, she is not fighting an invasion war, and she is different from the wolves, tigers and leopards who can only burn and loot. What kind of hero is it to hurt civilians? It would be nice if she could neatly attribute them all to the enemy like Bai Ya. It's just that Bai Ya is now specifically targeting monsters, and he can't take care of the believers for a while. What's more, no one will take the initiative to provoke him like that, unless the halberd falls into his hands.

Suddenly, a woman strangled Qi Huan's neck from behind. He couldn't breathe for a while, and the air in his stomach was clogged in his stomach, and his bloating was unbearable. Coupled with the pain that had not yet dissipated, it was difficult for him to resist. Seeing this, Ao Yan rushed forward, quickly passed by Qi Huan, and killed a "return horse gun" from behind. The Mo knife slashed at the woman's arm, and she let go of her hand, her expression painful and hideous. According to Jun Aoyan's feelings, the woman was injured to the bone, and if she didn't go ashore again, she would definitely die. She did retreat and tried to swim upstream, but was blocked by sharks.

Qi Huan was also nervous. Isn't Yaksha going to use sharks to "deal with" betrayed believers? However, they didn't attack the woman directly, only to appear more restless. At this moment, a yaksha suddenly broke out of the crowd, holding the golden long soldier. The monster had a terrifying face, six eyes of different sizes and positions on its head, and one in the back of its head, which was constantly spinning. He has five arms – three on the left and two on the right, with an extra claw on the left foot. He is stronger than other similar people, and it is estimated that Bai Ya has suffered a lot. Now, Bai Ya also quickly caught up. I saw that the yaksha held the halberd in both hands, and with a strong swing at the woman, two intertwined blue fluorescents rushed towards her, sinking into the thin body that was leaking blood.

Strange things happened: the woman stopped moving, and the wounds stopped bleeding. She felt like she was dead, her limbs still twitching nervously, and her whole body was pale as if all the blood had been drained. But they are well aware that there is not yet, and the amount of bleeding in people will not be so thin. Soon, the three of them noticed that the blood that was coming out of her stump was no longer blood, but a smoky, translucent liquid. The concentration of this liquid is different from that of seawater, so it can be seen in low light.

No one was moving. The believers were probably in a state of amazement, and they stared at the woman who had fallen under some spell. There was no fear in their eyes, on the contrary, there was a kind of reverence, a kind of longing. This overly obsessive, sick thing that has been buried for a long time has suddenly exploded, making humans less human. Or perhaps it is the presence of the long soldiers that reinforces this belief.

Bai Ya suddenly remembered something that was still fresh in his memory, if he went back alive, he would tell the two of them.

He had gone with his father to a village where there were troublesome monsters. They had no money, but their father promised to slay demons for them. He did, and the massive, ugly youkai was crushed, and the mountain-like body collapsed, stirring up a cloud of dust. After that, the villagers who had been hiding suddenly rushed out, scrambling to take out kitchen utensils and farm tools, and quickly dismantled the body of the youkai, and it had no chance of getting back on its feet. At that time, it was not completely dead, its eyes would still move, it would still gasp, its chest would rise and fall violently, and it would turn its eyes from side to side until the eyeballs lost their luster and their whole body turned to white bones. The scene was too shocking, like a tall beast that had died, and in an instant it was surrounded by dense insects, and in an instant, only a few taels of residue remained. The father asked them what they were doing, and a villager who was busy cutting meat asked without looking back.

On that day, they looked so horrible that they were hungry, and their eyes were glowing green, like wolves that had been hungry for ten days and half a month. Later, father and son learned that this was the way of life in that village. They won't move away because there's nowhere else to go. The only food rations left were not enough to sustain them out of poverty. There are also many monsters here, and some people who fled back not long after they went out said that the people who left before were eaten before they didn't go out, and the bones are the proof. It's just rare, rarely, there are rangers like the father and son surnamed Bai passing by, who can help them solve part of the problem of food and clothing.

And then they left. Two years later, they could still hear rumors about the village. It is said that the mountain people still did not go out, and still survived on those backward tools and occasional lucky help. My father never looked back to save the village.

"Why don't you help them?" Bai Ya asked this when he was a child.

"I can't help it, I can't kill it. We still have our way to go. ”

Temporary help is no substitute for permanent salvation. When you realize that something can never be eradicated, the helping hand you reached out loses its temporary meaning. This is Bai Ya's impression of these seaside villagers, exactly the same. Whether it's a youkai or these people who can't be saved, killing one and killing two doesn't feel anything.

Is Death Salvation? He didn't know, he just felt that in fact, his father's way of going with the flow was the right one, and he shouldn't interfere. It's just that now he is deeply trapped in it, and he has to survive in his own way and follow "his own way" in his own way.

The reason why I thought about this was not only because the two villages felt very similar to him. The root cause of the excitement at this moment is that kind of look, as if seeing the savior, is a testimony of power. When they looked at the half-dead woman, it was as if they saw some kind of redemption, like the villagers at that time saw their father...... And probably more than once. Although, they may still realize that she was once one of them.

And every one of them can have that opportunity.

There is a chance...... It became like this.

In this way—

All the Nakshatras hovered quietly, their eyes closed, their hands folded, as if they were a group of believers. Is this some kind of strange ritual? The woman's wound healed quickly, her skin turning to the same dirty color, and bumpy, spiny protrusions appeared. Webbed between the fingers and fins on the back of the shoulders. Her long hair began to fall out, and so did her teeth, replaced by sharp fangs, like the old man back then, and even more.

The "light pollution" was contagious, and many people who had been injured before suddenly rolled their eyes and began to convulse.

At that moment, Bai Ya suddenly began to doubt the definition of virgins as "tribute".

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