In the space, Uncle Hei put the unconscious Dubao on the grass, felt its breathing gradually becoming steady and long, put his mind at ease, looked at the man who was practicing cross-legged and closed, and couldn't help but "whoop" twice.

(Why don't you stop her?) Uncle Hei asked, because it was not difficult to understand because of the gestures.

Pursing his lips slightly, Wei Wei'an opened his eyes, "Are you asking me, why don't you stop her?" ”

He looked at the children playing in the grass not far away, the lush corn in the vegetable garden, and the sound of fish's tails lapping the water from time to time in the clear spring.

"I know her... In fact... Our personalities are very similar, both are hard-mouthed and soft-hearted, but I don't let others see it, she is too obvious... Alas..."Wei Wei'an suddenly lay on his back on the grass, looking at the bright but hazy sky.

He sighed and kept asking himself what he would have done if he had been the one who got this space in the first place. "Watching the people you care about die in front of your eyes, maybe it's more painful than living."

Wei Wei'an turned his head sideways and looked at Dubao, as if recalling growing up from a little milk cat who was taken care of bit by bit, and he still remembered that one day Qiu Ai hugged Dubao and said with emotion: "If something happens to Dubao one day, I won't live anymore... I don't live anymore...", the words seemed to keep echoing in his ears.

Not to mention that there are so many people here, the people she cares about, and himself. Wei Wei'an came back to his senses from his thoughts, "Maybe in the previous life, I missed it with her because of this." ’

Qiu Ai and Situ Yuanwu walked towards the ancestral hall, she felt that the road had become very long, as if she would never be able to walk to the end, as if she had gone through a lifetime for so long, and finally walked to the door of the house.

Situ Yuanwu stopped: "I won't go in..." He seemed to want to say something, but he paused or gave up, put the crutches in front of him, and quietly looked at the girl who stopped in front of the door.

Qiu Ai heard the voice, did not look back, slowly pushed open the door, and walked in.

Coming to this room again, located in the spiritual spring water, the sense of connection with the space was a little stronger, she did not immediately move, but sat cross-legged on the ground and began to feel something...

After a while, she stopped again: "I really didn't feel wrong, to collect this spiritual spring into the space, I need to absorb its spiritual energy to refine to a critical point. So Qiu Ai found a place closest to the spiritual spring and began to run the exercises to refine and absorb.

Situ Yuanwu waited outside the door anxiously, and when it was dawn, there was still no movement inside, and he slowly walked out again.

The villagers were all in front of the ancestral shrine, waiting for the arrival of various results, but nothing happened after waiting all night, and when they saw the village chief coming out, they all surrounded him.

"Village Chief, what's going on inside? Is everything going well? Someone asked.

Glancing at the anxious villagers, Situ Yuanwu said, "I was waiting outside the door, I didn't see any reaction, I guess it will take time." You guys..."

He didn't know what to do at this time, so he thought about it and said, "You guys better go back and get busy, and talk about any movement." ”

Hearing the village chief's words, the others were not too bad to stay in place, and walked to the residential area in twos and threes, and looked back at the ancestral shrine from time to time.

A few days passed in a blink of an eye, and the people in the hatred space also felt strange, and a little boy and his nearby friends chattered: "You said, it's been a few days, and no one has come to take us out, could it be that the nobles have failed?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense!" Another slightly older girl slapped him on the head, and then secretly looked at Wei Wei'an in the distance: "Nobleman, she will definitely succeed!" No one is allowed to say this kind of thing in the future, have you heard it? ”

The other children replied, "Yes, yes!" ”

Wei Wei'an heard the children's discussion clearly, and couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart, then clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and silently read in his heart: 'It's impossible to have an accident, it's impossible...'

It was the seventh day in an instant, and I don't know what the reason was, Qiu Ai felt that the aura produced by this spiritual spring water was easier to be absorbed and refined by himself, and it didn't take a few days to reach the peak of the second layer of the exercises, but it was still a little worse than the third layer.

"I feel like it's almost that, what should I do, I can't be in a hurry, I can't be in a hurry..."

After a while, I saw her come to the Lingquan, leaned over and lowered her head and drank a few sips: "Why is this taste not as good as Wei'an's Lingquan?" "Let's go back.

But before she could react, a huge amount of energy burst out from her body, spitting out a mouthful of blood from her impact, shaking her body and falling down. One hand was in the spiritual spring, and the other was pulling the edge, and a second before he lost consciousness, he was still looking at the spiritual spring contaminated by his own blood, a little disgusted.

The abundant aura allowed Qiu Ai to cross the threshold of the third layer of the exercise, but the tyrannical energy flowed in her body, causing the blood in her mouth to keep flowing out.

I saw that the spiritual spring no longer gushed out like before, but rotated from the inside to the outside, stirring up all the blood inside.

There was fog in the house, and it was not a mist emitted from the spiritual spring, as if it was created out of thin air, and it gradually became thicker, and it was impossible to see anything clearly.

It was early morning in the village, and the villagers had just woken up when someone shouted, "It's foggy!" ”

People came outside to watch, this scene that had not been seen for many years, Situ Yuanwu, did not go out, he looked at the gradually thick fog in the courtyard, and couldn't help but feel a little calm.

After a while, I heard the sound of someone falling to the ground.

In the hateful space, the children had just had breakfast, and they looked strangely at the mist that began to emanate from the center of the space.

Hearing the movement, Wei Wei'an hurriedly ran over to see, 'What's the matter?' At this time, his heart suddenly ached, and he couldn't help bending down and covering his heart, he didn't want to believe the worst outcome, but the tears couldn't help but fall to the ground one by one.

The fog gradually became bigger, and the people in the space were a little flustered, but it didn't take long for them to lie on the ground, and even Uncle Hei was not spared.

Wei Wei'an remained awake at the last moment, he lay on the ground, looked into the distance, maybe wanted to see the person he wanted to see the most, and called softly: "Ai'er..."

When everything fell silent, the space in the village began to distort, as if it had been crumpled by something, starting from the spiritual spring, spinning into the spatial imprint of hatred.

Everything was devoured, including hatred for oneself, and finally turned into a small dot that disappeared in a flash in this chaotic world.

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