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"Dad..."

Yi Xiaochen looked up, and the girl on the boat also chased after him.

Sun Jing saw that the old grandson was pressed to the ground by the strange man, she immediately knelt down and kept pleading, but the yin wind behind her hit, and she didn't get out of breath, so she fell into the mud pit.

Seeing this, the whole person was going crazy, Yi Xiaochen bowed to Xiao Mao, Xiao Mao got up and let go of the old grandson, and when he was a little empty, the old grandson crawled and pounced on his daughter.

It was raining heavily, and the thick smell of death made Yi Xiaochen feel suffocated.

In front of him, the old grandson hugged Sun Jing and shouted, but the girl didn't say a word, and the black blood flowed out along the corners of her nose and mouth.

Yi Xiaochen looked at the evil spirit wrapped around Sun Jing's neck, and his heart was filled with infinite anger, where did this filthy and filthy obstacle come from, could it be that after death, all people are so greedy and insufficient, vainly obsessed with the world to do evil.

A thunderclap sounded, lighting up most of the sky, and as far as the eye could see, patches of evil spirits emerged from the depths of the forest, feeling the meaning of greed, Yi Xiaochen looked at the sky angrily and roared.

In an instant, the two spirits of Soul Eater and Flame Demon flew out of their bodies, and then the two spirits turned into clouds and mist, rushing towards the surrounding evil spirits, and within a moment, all those filthy evil obstacles became the belly of the two spirits.

Yi Xiaochen stepped forward and dragged Sun Jing's crooked head with one hand, his rough black fingers lightly tapping her forehead.

"It's fate, it's irreversible, I'll save you, right or wrong?"

Immediately after, a wisp of fire sank into Sun Jing's forehead, and in an instant, the evil spirit that devoured her life immediately dissipated and disappeared.

After a while, Sun Jing recovered her spirit, looking at Yi Xiaochen, who looked like a dead man, she left two lines of tears, and said word by word: "Please, save my brother, after you left, he fell with red eyes..."

The rain is still falling, the thunder is still ringing, and at the bow of the boat, Yi Xiaochen is wearing the rain poncho of the old grandson and staring at the river.

Just now, he once again took action to drive away the deadly evil spirit for Sun Hao, looking at the old Sun family who were still breathing, his dying heartless heart seemed to be touched.

For half a day, the old grandson ignored the heavy rain and risked the danger to continue to sail into the distance, he knew that the plague of NC had spread to the bottom, and if he wanted to survive, he had to continue to escape, but in Yi Xiaochen's eyes, it was not a plague at all, it was countless evil spirits released by the drought that destroyed the world.

The filth of these dead people is like a black hole, and they will never be satisfied, and the sturdy men like Sun Hao, who are entangled by evil spirits, will only slowly exhaust their lives and die in torture, on the other hand, the thin and weak people like Sun Jing, these girls and women, once they are entangled, within a moment, the essence of life will be sucked dry by these things and die.

"Brother, let's go into the warehouse, the rain is so heavy, the humidity is heavy, and it hurts the body!"

Sun Jing, who had recovered some vitality, leaned out of the cabin and shouted at Yi Xiaochen, but Yi Xiaochen was like a sculpture, and there was no reaction, seeing this, although Sun Jing was a little afraid of the fanged guy Xiao Mao behind Yi Xiaochen, but no matter what, it was unreasonable to let them get drenched in the rain.

Sun Jing took out a large cowhide felt cloth from the warehouse and walked out, carefully surrounded Yi Xiaochen, and let her go back to the cabin and lean against the hatch, looking at Yi Xiaochen's back in a daze, while Yi Xiaochen looked at the confused river and was fascinated.

In the evening, when the rain had subsided, the old grandson stopped the boat on the shore and put on the pot to make some food, nothing more than a few bowls of dry rice and a few dried salted fish.

"Brother, let's eat!"

Sun Jing brought the rice to Yi Xiaochen and Xiao Mao, glanced down at the rice, Yi Xiaochen said: "If he doesn't eat, you take it back and tell your father, at the next ferry, we will get off the boat!" ”

"Why? Now the plague is everywhere, and the more populated the land, the more dangerous the situation becomes, you..."

Sun Jing's mouth was slow, and before he could finish speaking, the old grandson came out of the warehouse and interjected: "Jing'er, don't talk too much." Sun Jing stopped his voice, bowed his head and went into the cabin to take care of his brother.

"Benefactor, my grandson is a fisherman, he has been running a boat all his life, and he has heard some bizarre things sporadically."

Yi Xiaochen squinted his eyes, and his hands full of strange shapes and patterns gently rubbed his temples.

"Say whatever you want!"

Lao Sun smashed two puffs of cigarette sticks, hesitated again and again, and then spoke: "The superstition of our running boat, and the bizarre thing that happened, that is, the river god wanted to punish us, so we should be reminded in advance, and we could only escape by setting up wine to apologize, but this time we really can't hide." The old grandson knocked his cigarette stick, and Chong Yi Xiaochen knelt down and continued: "Since I can't hide, I don't plan to hide, I live so old, forget if I die, but my children still have a long way to go, so I want to beg you, let my two children avoid this disaster, it's really not good, you take my life to pay for their lives." ”

Yi Xiaochen listened to this, and slowly turned around, a pair of Mu Zi was black and translucent, exuding a cold light.

"There is a definite fate, no one can change it, you get up."

For this answer, the old grandson was a little anxious, he obviously saw the person in front of him doing it at will, and he saved his dying son, isn't this just a change of the number?

"But..."

"No, but."

Yi Xiaochen rudely interrupted the old grandson. "People are greedy, you want your sons and daughters to live so much, you are no better than those things, if you die, you may be more greedy and hateful than them!"

A reprimand made the old grandson speechless, and without waiting for him to speak hard, Yi Xiaochen stood up and said coldly to him: "The next ferry docks, we leave, as for your life and death, it depends on the sky." ”

At dawn, the ship arrived at a small wharf, the cargo ships used to be constantly docked at this time there were only a few guard yachts, seeing the old grandson's boat approaching, a yacht sailing over, several sailors with antiviral masks stood on the eaves of the boat and gestured at the old grandson.

"Wait until we check before we can dock!"

Hearing the shouting, Lao Sun Tou stopped the boat, and two sailors climbed up the sampan with batons to check, and they looked around, and there was only a pair of brothers and sisters in the warehouse, and nothing else.

"Where did it come from?"

"Yujiawan."

Hearing these three words, the sailors immediately became alert.

"NC's Boundary!" The sailor muttered, took two steps back, and picked up the walkie-talkie.

Looking at their cautious appearance, the old grandson knew that these people were afraid that they had the plague on them.

After a while, two more yachts came, and several medical personnel took a bunch of monitoring instruments to check the three of them, and after tinkering for a long time, they didn't find anything, but the sailors were not at ease, in their eyes, everything related to NC was a noun for the plague.

At this moment, a medical staff whispered a puzzled question: "Something is wrong." ”

The sailor whispered, "What's wrong?" They're not sick, are they? ”