With Lao Hei's restlessness, the whole market was in chaos.

The old woman who set up the stall, the old man who was selling saw that the stall where he made a living was smashed to pieces, and sighed with a sad face.

Forget about yourself.

After Lao Hei's manic blackening, the boss who chased the cockfighting did not stop, bumping and bumping along the way, and bumped into many wounds.

The black blood crackled like a torrential rain, hitting the ground, in the cracks of the stones.

The sticky black blood seemed to be enchanted, spreading all the way up the ankles of pedestrians.

The pedestrians who were glued to the black blood watched the blood climb up every inch of their body like a ghost, their faces were pale and panicked.

Help me! Who's going to save me?

It's scary, what is this!

Youkai, there are youkai!

Seeing this, Du Ge's face turned pale and anxious, and the old woman closest to him stumbled and grabbed Du Ge's trouser leg.

"Childe, help. Help me.... I...."

Before the old woman could finish her words, the black blood that swayed drilled into the old woman's frightened mouth.

But in the blink of an eye, the old woman's blood was sucked up.

The old woman who was dragging Du Ge's pants in front of her was left with only a skinny corpse in an instant.

Du Ge broke out in a cold sweat and hugged the old woman's body: "Auntie, auntie?" ...... My lord, my lord...."

Thinking of Hua Aya's stability, Du Ge hurriedly let go of the old woman and stumbled into the messy street market, but there was no trace of Hua Aya.

Seeing that the red-clothed man was half-squatting to check something, Du Ge caught up uneasily, and hurriedly said, "Brother red, what the hell is this?" Where did the Lord and Brother Mo Sheng go? ”

The red cloth frowned slightly, grinding the black blood stained with the handkerchief on his fingertips, and his handkerchief was soaked in medicinal powder.

Poison is invulnerable.

Even so, the veil changed color after being stained with black blood.

The texture also becomes loose.

This black blood is extremely poisonous.

Unable to get a response, Du Ge reached out to touch the handkerchief, but was stopped by the red clothes: "Don't touch it!" ”

Du Ge, who was frightened, looked at Hongyi tremblingly, and his brother seemed to be a little grumpy when he left the palace.

"Take this."

The red clothes stuffed Du Ge with a small sachet, which exuded a faint fragrance and refreshed people's hearts.

Holding it in his pocket, Du Ge said in his heart: Brother in red is really powerful, he has to take this thing well, and then go to the adult, put it on the adult's body, she will definitely be fine.

Thinking of this, after Du Ge thanked him, he dragged the red clothes to find Hua Aya.

The two of them were one after the other, the red-clothed body was already weak, and the two stepped on a pile of corpses, seeing those half-dead people, Du Ge's heart softened.

"Brother, do you have a way to save them?"

The people who heard the sound were eager to survive and crawled to hug the legs of the red clothes.

"Help us, please."

"I don't want to die."

The entire market was filled with people who had been hit by the black blood venom, and their faces froze in red, and they pulled out their legs and walked away.

Turning his back away, the red clothes refused to be indifferent.

He is a person who has lived in the Demon Palace for more than ten years, so he should not be kind and charitable, and benefit all sentient beings.

Throughout the market, there were howls of pain.

Du Ge wanted to leave, but he couldn't bear to watch those people die.

But he couldn't help it, thinking about it, he took out the sachet given by the red clothes from his arms, thinking that this could save them.

After thinking about it again and again, Du Ge said that the sachet was handed to a little girl with a blood-stained face.

"You hold ....."

The little girl took the sachet with tears in her eyes, and before she could hold it steady, she snatched it, and the sachet was torn to pieces in front of Du Ge.

The herbs in the sachet were flying, and those people were like crazy, grabbing the scattered herbs and stuffing them into their mouths.

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