The thick silver color disappeared from my eyes, but Luo Xinyi's poignant voice echoed in my ears: blood debt and blood repayment......

I don't know how long I lay on the ground, through the purple ribbon, in the haze, I saw a ray of warm and brilliant sunshine.

"Xiaohua, are you okay?"

Sister Yun tore off the ribbon in front of my eyes and patted my face.

I tilted my head, and a suffocating feeling of vertigo flashed past my eyes.

When the world in my eyes became completely bright, I stood up and found that Sister Yun was lying next to me, looking at me with an anxious face.

Her forehead was drenched with sweat, her eyes were filled with fear, and her lips were chapped and white.

The long purple dress she wore had been stained with loess, and she couldn't bear to look at it. And the hem of the purple skirt was torn off most of it and became a short skirt that didn't reach the knee. Sister Yun's slender white jade legs are becoming more and more charming.

I looked at the two purple ribbons scattered on the ground, and then at the place where I had just been trapped by silver, and my heart throbbed, and my fear was still strong.

I touched my neck, my fingertips suddenly felt wet, and when I looked closely, there was actually a smear of red blood on my fingers.

Everything that just happened was like a dream. However, it actually appeared in front of me and gave me a real feeling. I really felt the fear and pain that I had never felt before.

If it weren't for Sister Yun knocking off the gold nugget in my hand, blindfolding me with a ribbon, stopping me from being bewitched, and throwing me out, at this moment, I am afraid that I would have gone to another world.

"Nuggets?"

I hurriedly looked at the "murder weapon" that fell to the ground, but I clearly saw that it was actually a golden knife. On the tip of the knife, there was a bright red blood glow.

When I looked into the distance, at every villager, I couldn't help but be dumbfounded, and my gallant soul seemed to have been struck by a sharp axe, and my whole body trembled again.

Everybody, all of them were crazy, screaming and crying in fright and pain.

At their feet, there was a circle of thick monochromatic colors.

red, like the scarlet of the palace gates; green, turquoise like floating algae; black, pitch black like ink; blue, like the blue of the sea; pink, like the bright pink of peach blossoms; Gray, like a dark gray haze......

The color of the beach seemed to shine from the sky and from the ground. Wherever the human body runs, it chases like a shadow, neither extinguishing nor dispersing, not in a hurry.

The earth, mottled and scattered, has become a kingdom of colors.

Under the sky, it is eerie and grotesque, and it has become a paradise for ghosts and evil spirits.

I looked at the villagers who were getting more and more insane, and I was horrified to think that at this moment, they were going through the raging tribulation I had experienced. Maybe the dreams are different, but the ferocious fear will definitely be more than that.

Sister Yun and I supported each other and walked towards the villagers.

"Sister, let's ...... Let's save ......."

I was too frightened to speak.

Sister Yun shook her head, pointed into the distance, and said, "I'm afraid it's too late."

In a field besieged by red, the yellow-robed warlock sobbed loudly as he plunged a golden scimitar into his heart, and he cried out intermittently: I ...... Don't be scammed...... Don't hurt people by cheating people out of money...... Harm lives......

The scimitar pierced him inch by inch into the heart, and he clenched the handle of the knife with both hands, turning the blade back and forth.

His face twitched and became extremely distorted, like a lake shattered by stones.

Far away, I could hear the "gurgling" sound of the scimitar slicing the blood vessels and scraping the bones.

Bright red blood, looking for the cut gap, gushed out, wet the blade, fell to the ground, and flowed all over the body of the yellow-robed warlock.

The yellow-robed warlock, whose breath was still breathing, knelt on the ground softly, he pulled out the scimitar from his heart, and a stream of blood splashed on the ground like a spray of snake venom, accompanied by a dull "poof" sound.

His twisted face had been washed with blood several times, and he couldn't distinguish his facial features. There was a rare smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had just escaped from the cold abyss of hell, and he was extremely relieved.

When he looked up at the sky, his wrists were pressed together and his palms were parted to make him look like a flower. And in the two palms, what is held up is a peach-shaped, fist-sized dark red heart.

Fresh scarlet blood trickled from the veins of his heart, through the fingers of the yellow-robed warlock, to his arms, and throughout his body.

After he was completely exhausted, the red pool where he was trapped turned into a red smoke, and soon disappeared like ice.

Sister Yun and I watched this terrifying scene, and we were helpless in addition to fear.

With a "bang", a golden machete slashed Xiaowei's left hand to the ground.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa Guo, I shouldn't have ...... You shouldn't be pulling the car secretly when you're pulling the car uphill, I'm ...... I didn't expect ......" Xiaowei couldn't cry.

The year before last, Grandpa Guo of this village pulled a cart of vegetables uphill, because of old age and frailty, he couldn't pull it, and finally rolled the car into the ditch and died on the spot. Afterwards, what was surprising was that the Guo family found a few fresh footprints at the place where the accident occurred.

At this moment, Xiaowei's body was trapped by a cloud of green, and his face was laughing and crying.

Suddenly, he seemed to be listening to something, and then said calmly: Okay, I'...... I put this pair ...... Dirty hands will pay you.

"Xiaowei, don't."

I ran up to him and screamed at the top of my lungs.

However, Xiaowei and I are like people from two worlds, no matter how angry I scream, he is like a stupid clay man, deaf to my words. His eyes were dead, and the whole person seemed to have been tricked, and he was enchanted.

I picked up a clod of dirt and smashed it on his head, and with a "bang", the clod shattered, and his forehead suddenly turned red, but he was still numb and stiff.

When I was about to rush in to rescue him, Sister Yun shouted: "That green mass will kill you."

I "chuckled" in my heart, paused suddenly, surrounded Xiaowei, and kept shouting loudly.

Xiao Wei put the machete on the ground, the edge of the knife pointed upward, stepped on the handle of the knife with his left foot, and bowed his right leg back, making a bending motion.

He laughed wryly, his gaze turning cold. Suddenly, his right hand slammed into the shiny sharp edge.

The sound of "swish", the sound of a quick knife cutting muscles and bones, can be heard clearly. His right hand, which had parted with his arm, fell like a bird with a broken wing. A pool of sweet blood splashed on his pale and convulsed face, and he turned his head and passed out.

In a few moments, two more people fell to the ground in a cry of pain.

Looking for prestige, it was Jiang Zhang and his wife who were full of panic who fell.

I saw the two of them hugging each other in reverse, each holding a golden scythe in his hand, the blade was curved and the blade was bright. Drops of blood, like low-hanging dewdrops, kept dripping and condensing on the trembling tip of the knife.

Incredibly, the heels of Jiang and Zhang were both fiercely cut by each other's sickles, and a deep bloody wound was fiercely cut. The blood, soaked the loess, seeped into the ground, making a place that was originally soft and muddy.

Under Jiang and Zhang, there was a gray color. The two shouted intermittently: Ming'er, we ...... We are not things, we should not ...... You shouldn't have been poisoned...... Die.

The eyes of the two were full of remorse. The more I talked, the more I couldn't help myself, and I injected this immortal regret into the sharp sickle to pick and cut each other's hind tendons.

I had stopped crying in vain, could not bear to see the bloody scene again, and looked away.

However, among the four wildernesses, the villagers who are frightened by the devil and evil in their hearts, the light ones self-harm, the heavy ones commit suicide, and none of them can escape the control of the color under their feet.

The village chief, who had always been a fool and foolish, swallowed the gold-plated watch on his wrist into his stomach, and then took a shuttle-shaped bayonet and slit open his chest.

After a few seconds of blood spurting, his neck weakened, his legs twitched violently, and he fell down without saying a word. Under him, there was a circle of orange peel yellow.

Not far from the village chief, there were three men in the shape of a "three-pointed star", the older one was about forty years old, and the younger one was about twenty years old. Underneath the three of them was a pink hue like a pile of fallen peach blossoms.

In the hands of the three of them, they each pinched a thin and round golden chopping spoon. They grinned and slashed the spoon into each other's eyes, and with a flick of their wrists, several eyeballs the size of rice balls rolled into each other's spoons.

Before they lost their breath, the three of them said a word: Xiangbao, we can't see you, so we won't be afraid of you.

My heart was sour, and tears the size of beans fell from my eyes.

The color of the beach gradually dissipated, leaving behind a dead or wounded body.

The earth was stained red with blood, and the smell of fish filled the air, and the eyes were full of devastation.

Why did what they held in their hands become shining gold nuggets, but they became shining weapons?

What is it that makes them suffer such a terrible calamity? Could it be that little glass ball that came out of nowhere?

Sister Yun held my arm and said in a sad voice: Let's go, go down to move the rescuers, and find the Soviet Bureau.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps at the mouth of the lower ridge, which was loud and scorching.

Sister Yun and I looked back, and our desperate and helpless eyes were full of hope.

Someone came, it was the Soviet Bureau. Behind her, dozens of police officers followed.

Everyone ran up the ridge with worried faces, and a dusk of sand rolled up behind them.

A young police officer with long legs and strong arms rushed in front of everyone, and several of them ran quickly towards the villagers.

Sister Yun and I shouted in unison: Don't.

The young police officer was running too fast, the whirring wind blew through his ears, and the words of Sister Yun and I had not yet drifted into his ears, and he had quickly flashed into a piece of color.

Su Ju and the others, who were a few steps slower, were surprised and did not know the fierce situation on the ridge, but they still rushed towards the villagers without hesitation.

Sister Yun and I shouted in unison: Don't.

Su Ju had his feet fixed, and with a wave of his arms, the well-trained people behind him stood in formation in an orderly manner.

I, who have always been clumsy, briefly and orderly stated everything that had just happened to the Soviet Bureau and others.

Everyone looked at the strange colors and abnormal villagers on the thirty acres of ridge in horror, although it was unbelievable, but they did not dare to despise it.

"Su Bureau, what should I do?"

"Why don't you call a few fire trucks?"

"However, it will take at least half an hour for the fire truck to arrive."

The police officers talked endlessly, but they couldn't think of a safe and timely way.

I remembered the scene where Sister Yun rescued me, and hurriedly said: Cover my eyes with a dark silk cloth, not be bewitched by the color, and go in to save people.

Su Ju looked at me, who was still in fear, and then looked at Sister Yun, with a hint of alertness in his eyes.