A line of blood drops stretches along the road to the southeast. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info In the moonlight, this line of blood droplets, each drop of blood, emits a very small miserable white light. It's as shocking as the baby liquid falling from the ghost's body.

If a torch illuminates this line of blood droplets, you will find that every drop of blood has been coagulated on the surface, densely covered with white spots.

These drops of blood were dripped from the wounds on Tayun's body. When every drop of blood on Tayun's body dripped onto the ground, a corpse-tailed bee fly over the droplet. When they flew over the drops of blood, the droplets that appeared reddish-black in the moonlight left behind countless tiny white lights like the tips of needles.

The pestilence contained in the blood spots flowing from these clouds was sucked by the corpse-tailed bees after they flew off the blood droplets. When they suck the pestilence in their blood, they leave behind these needle-sized white shimmers.

Tayun was still running fast, and every time it flashed its hooves, a dozen drops of blood would fall to the ground. A large swarm of beeflies followed behind it, sucking the pestilence from the dripping drops of blood, and the bodies of these beeflies that followed it were already growing rapidly.

Some bees have crawled on the back of Tayun, and some are around the edge of Tayun's wound, sucking the pestilence in the blood gushing out of the wound.

At this point, the speed of treading the clouds is getting slower and slower. It looked at the bright moon in the sky, and it no longer knew whether it was the moon in the sky that was running, or its four legs were running mechanically.

Tayun had lost his senses, and only his black eyes were still shining with a loyal glow. In the depths of those dark eyes, a smiling face was slowly becoming clear in front of its eyes.

Suddenly, Tayun saw that the face was full of tears, and it was bowing its head and kissing its mane. Then, the man to whom it was loyal stretched out his arms around its neck, buried his face deep in its long, flowing mane, and two lines of tears, like its sweat on his face, dripping to the ground。。。。。。

There was a long howl from the clouds. In its eyes, in its heart, in the depths of its soul, it saw that Feng Jiutian seemed to hear its whistle and was looking back at it.

Stepping on the clouds, before he could let out the last long howl, he fell to the ground with a bang.

A pigeon flying in front of the cloud, at the moment when the cloud fell, a whirl, flapping its wings in the opposite direction and flying rapidly.

The light breeze, caressing the mane of the clouds, seems to be nostalgic for this horse that once could go hand in hand with the wind.

The bright moonlight still shines on the earth and still illuminates the clouds, just like the heart of the clouds is still reflecting justice.

Under the silent night sky, the lonely figure of stepping on the clouds, like the lonely moon in the sky, was lying lonely on the road.

Tomorrow night is still the same, the bright moon is in the sky, and the occasional light clouds drift by, so that a few Liao stars can be vaguely seen flickering.

Tayun knelt on the road, his ears no longer rotating. There was no auditory response to the corpse-tailed beeflies that swirled around its body and on its head, and even the corpse-tailed bees that were sticking out of the wounds on its shoulders were not felt. The bees took turns to hook their immature hooks, which had not yet become lethal, into the wounds of the clouds.

Tayun just knelt there quietly. The horse's mane, which once flowed in the wind, lost its vitality, and the strong, loose and powerful thick tail also hung limply on the ground.

The blood of Tayun was about to drain, and the remaining vitality had disappeared with the moment the medicine in the wax pill melted and flowed into its body.

Under the quiet moon, the lonely figure of stepping on the clouds seems to be slowly shrinking and disappearing.

When the heart, blood, and brain, which represents the vitality, no longer beat, the corpse powder begins to show its magical power.

The moment Tayun's heart stopped beating, the corpse powder began to corrupt from every part of Tayun's body, even every mane or eyelash contained the power of corpse powder. It's like a big block of ice that starts to melt from the outermost part. Every inch of skin, hair, and bones that had been powdered by the corpse were turned into water, dissolved into the ground, and returned to the earth along with the four invincible iron hooves, the mane and tail that defied all evil. In the end, on the empty road, the horse that galloped after the clouds had been forgotten, and only the body prints of the last proudly fell to the ground wet the ground.

It all starts with the earth, and in the end, everything returns to the earth, leaving only immortal memories.

Those corpse-tailed beeflies, which were already growing rapidly, hovered in the air for a while after being unable to absorb the distemper qi on Tayun's body, and then followed the way they came, and chased in the direction that Feng Jiutian had returned without hesitation.