At twelve o'clock in the morning, Jiangcheng was quiet.

Obviously, the road that I had just driven all the way was still bustling and lively, but now it was silent all around, and when I listened attentively, the laughter and laughter on the street seemed to be separated by a transparent barrier.

In addition, in the depths of winter, there were no insects and birds singing, and even the howling cold wind passed through the bare branches, and it seemed to be swallowed up by the darkness.

It stands to reason that the lively commercial street and the school are only separated by a wall, and the situation in front of me is really strange.

It was as if there were only three of them left in the city.

Mao Daxin couldn't help but muttered in a low voice: "Why is there no sound at all tonight." He wrapped his coat tightly and looked around, feeling normal when he came to the little garden during the day, but now the dead silence had stained the little garden in the cold winter with a sense of phantom nothingness.

He looked for Jiang Li's figure, but saw Jiang Li actually cut his palm with his hand, and what was even more strange was that after the land absorbed Jiang Li's blood, it seemed that some monster had been bred and was about to break out of the ground.

Mao Daxin instinctively smelled a hint of danger, and subconsciously took a step back: "Jiang Qiao, come here, it's dangerous." ”

Jiang Qiao didn't move, her eyes were firmly fixed on the pile of dirt bags, the earth bags arched up quickly, but in the blink of an eye, they were already parallel to her knees, the cracks on the top were becoming more and more obvious, and the monsters inside were ready to attack.

Jiang Li clenched his right hand into a fist and moved the falling blood droplets to the wooden stick, and the monster under the soil seemed to be bloodthirsty, and also moved in the direction of the blood droplets, and in a snap of his fingers, the soil bag had moved under the wooden stick.

Strange to say, as soon as the dirt bag met the wooden stick, it froze. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, it was the turn of the stick to start changing.

I saw that the wooden stick seemed to have absorbed the strange power under the soil, and it grew as fast as a dead tree in spring, and it had grown more than a person tall in the snap of his fingers, and the branches were luxuriant, and the branches even grew white flower bones.

"What is this?" Mao Daxin didn't expect that there would be a trick plot in the movie in reality, he was stunned, and in a trance, he actually reached out to pick one and take a closer look.

Before his hand could touch the branches, the flower bones had bloomed into fist-sized white flowers, exuding bursts of fragrance.

Odd.

Mao Daxin sniffed hard, and there was another smell hidden in the rich floral fragrance in the air, looming.

It smells of blood.

Mao Daxin subconsciously glanced at Jiang Li, his right hand was still bleeding out, and his already fair skin was even paler, he squinted, stood there with his head down, his body was shaky, it seemed that he would faint in the next minute, but he always insisted on standing there.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Mao Daxin only felt that Jiang Li's blood was not as bright red as before, and it began to fade as if it had been drained with dye.

Just as Mao Daxin looked at Jiang Li's stunned efforts, the white flowers on the branches had turned from blooming to withering, and at the withered stamens, the bright red fruits had begun to take shape.

"Quick, when the fruit is ripe and the ground is ripe, you will immediately sprinkle these things on it." Jiang Qiao looked nervous and threw over a small azure bottle, Mao Daxin took it and held it in his hand, only to find that the bottle was hot, and he almost fell to the ground without paying attention.

Mao Daxin was scared out of a cold sweat by himself, this bottle feels warm and thick, like a porcelain-like material, if it falls on the ground, it will be crushed, in case it is an ancestral precious magic weapon, Jiang Li will not look for him desperately, and Team Liu will not let him go.

"Jiang Li can't move now, you are in charge of these few, I am in charge of those, you must sprinkle it as soon as possible." Jiang Qiao's ability to speak had already gone around to the other side of the tree.

The three of them surrounded the strange tree, ready to go.

Everything is ready and waiting for the moment when the results land.

However, things didn't go as they wanted, since Jiang Qiao shouted, the growth rate of the fruit slowed down, and the fruit that originally grew the size of a fist in one minute took a while before it became slightly larger.

Mao Daxin stared at the fruit closest to him in front of him, and his back was creepy. I saw that the red fruit was like a fine piece of amber, and under the translucent shell, you could clearly see the juice flowing inside like a living thing.

"What the hell is this?"

Mao Daxin swallowed his saliva unconsciously, he looked closer, the fruit was crystal clear, and the rich juice looked like it was sweet and sour, and it was delicious. The juice flowed through the fruit, and suddenly the surface of the fruit became uneven, as if something was about to break through the thin, translucent red shell.

"Ah~" Mao Daxin screamed and retreated again and again.

He clearly saw that the fruit had changed into a human face and opened its bloody mouth towards him, lifelike, no different from a living person, and he could even see the sharp teeth in the open mouth.

Mao Daxin was defenseless for a while, and was so frightened by his face that he took a few steps back, and almost tripped over the low bushes behind him.

"Don't touch those fruits, it's the Yin Spirit Fruit, you quickly count how many fruits there are." Jiang Li has always used his own blood to irrigate this big tree that grew from dead branches in an instant, and he didn't leave an inch, so he had to shout at the two of them.

“12345。。。 11 pcs. ”

"Not good, there should be one less."

Hearing the number of Mao Daxinbao, Jiang Qiao secretly screamed in his heart. Although Jiang Li didn't say it, they came to spend time with the children today, and out of 12 children, they only bore 11 fruits, so what about the other one?

Sure enough, Jiang Li's face changed greatly when he heard this, and he shouted anxiously: "No, there is one less, you can see if there is any flower that has not borne fruit." ”

Mao Daxin stood on tiptoe and looked around, but he couldn't find the stamen that didn't bear fruit. He wondered, "No." ”

"No, how is it possible!" Jiang Li hung his head and muttered, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his face became more and more pale.

Jiang Qiao looked at his bleeding hand worriedly, the bright red blood marks had almost solidified, and the wound was also healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, but Jiang Li was still persistently tearing at the wound, allowing it to continue to bleed.

The color of the blood has become lighter.

"Why, hey, why is there still a flower bone, it hasn't bloomed yet, count?"

Jiang Qiaoqi said: "There is still one that hasn't opened?" I'll see where it is. ”

She stood on tiptoe and looked in the direction Mao Daxin pointed, and sure enough, there was a palm-sized flower bone standing alone on the highest branch, gently swaying with the cold winter wind, but there was no intention of flowering.

"What's going on!" Jiang Qiao was thinking about how to get the flower bone, when Mao Daxin's exclamation came from his ears.

She looked back, and was about to ask what was the matter, when she was horrified to find that the fruit had become smaller.

Jiang Qiao rubbed his eyes, it was not an illusion, those fruits that were already bigger than a fist had shrunk to the size of plums at some point.

And it's shrinking at a rate that is visible to the naked eye.

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