Click! Bang!

In the southwest of China, in the mountains of Langzhong, the wind is raging, lightning and thunder are roaring at this time. A small stream at the foot of the mountain, glowing with a white glow under the occasional flash of lightning in the sky.

In late autumn, such weather is indeed rare.

The wind blew the clouds down heavily, the light became dimmer, and the branches and leaves shook wildly in the wind.

If you look closely, you will see a ragged man lying in the grass next to the stream.

There were only a few strips of cloth hanging from top to bottom, almost naked, and the dry body was covered with a layer of black silt, stained with stumps and leaves. Even so, you can see huge wounds all over your body, and the blood on the grass below you has dried up and turned black. The hair was a messy mess, and the wind blew without moving the slightest, completely covering the face, and the vitality was faint.

Click! Thundered!

The thunder suddenly erupted again, probably this time when it was particularly loud.

Under the light of lightning, the man finally opened his eyes, and whether it was his own instinct or whether he was alarmed by the roar of nature, he was excited, rolled over, hunched over, behind his messy hair, and stared around with deep dark eyes, cautiously observing.

Belch! Ahem......

Suddenly, the man stumbled to the ground again, his wizened hands grasping the grass and sinking deeply, his knees coughing violently, his face covered with mud bulging and twisting.

Finally, a cloud of black blood burst out of his chest and throat, and bursts of black smoke rose from the grass in front of him.

After coughing up this mass of black blood, his body fell to the side weakly, lying there in prostration, his mouth open, his throat like a broken bellows, whirring, although the sound was loud, but the air intake was pitiful.

The thunder had stopped, but the rain had not yet fallen in the clouds, the wind had become stronger, and it was completely dark.

In this deep mountain far away from urban civilization, the dark clouds in the sky obscure all the light sources from the stars, which is the real finger that cannot be seen.

The sound of the howling wind, the clatter of trees and grass colliding with each other.

By the stream, the man was still lying there, no longer breathing, drooping his eyelids, looking at the black and oppressive sky in a daze, extremely desolate and at the same time giving people a feeling as if he could see through this darkness and peek into something.

Unconsciously, a layer of mist actually arose on the surrounding ground, which did not move with the wind, and rose from its own care, and the fog gradually became heavier, lingering and flowing, enveloping the entire mountain forest.

The sound of the wind was also cut off, and there was silence, strange and inexplicable.

The man didn't seem to care about any of this, still staring blankly at the sky.

The silence remained, except for a hazy mist, but nothing else had happened.

Suddenly, there was a soft sound in the mist, like paper tearing apart, and the sound gradually intensified, one after the other.

Looking around, the mountain forest was pitch black, and at this time, a faint green light flashed everywhere, flipping and leaping with the fog.

Cha!

These green rays regenerate and mutate, stretching and branching apart to form green jade-like crystal clear grasses.

A large number of green grasses, shining and dotted, like a dream, flickering and flickering as if walking through dreams and reality, fascinating, with evil nature, very unreal.

Wisps of faint grass fragrance came out, making people addicted.

"This blood,...... Descendants of the Feng Clan? …… Well, let's make a good connection. ”

A faint voice sounded, and it was impossible to see who was speaking, erratic and elusive.

"Whew!"

Clusters of verdant grass began to swell nearby, drifting above the man in the grass, flickering and shaking, and then the whole grass began to dry up rapidly, losing its color, running out of life, rapidly turning yellow, and then crumbling into dust, as if decades had passed in an instant.

At the same time, the strands of life that had been peeled off swirled around and drilled into the mouth and nose of the man below.

With the instillation of vitality in the grass, the dry muscles and skin of the man's whole body gradually swelled, the wounds slowly healed visibly, and his breathing became stronger.

“…… Fang's? ”

The man's eyes were still confused, and he muttered the words he had just heard, but he mistakenly heard 'Feng Clan' as 'Fang Clan'.

After a while, the remaining grass in the mountain forest finally calmed down after a burst of joy and fluttering, and slowly disappeared into the mist, and the little emerald green gradually disappeared.

At this point, that voice was never heard again.

Then, the mist began to seep back into the ground, and the whirring wind began to sound again.