In this foul-smelling mist, countless pieces of iron scraped sharply. The sound was like that of an earth dragon crawling on a stone, and its scales burst into sparks when they collided with the stone, so it made a small, eerie sound.

The sound rushed into his mouth, nose and eardrums along with the foul smell, torturing his reason, making Ye Qingxuan's eyes suddenly a little black, and he struggled to walk.

"Wow, Wow, Wow!"

In the blur, he suddenly heard a sharp roar from Lao Fei, and then Lao Fei bit him the thigh.

Lao Fei is really a fierce man among dogs, a hooligan among dogs, this bite is as vicious as ever, and the pain can make people roll all over the ground, tears and snot flow out.

But Ye Qingxuan suddenly sobered up.

Then Lao Fei turned around and took another bite, bringing the frightened Vito back to normal.

This kind of pain therapy is simply simple and robust and effective, but it is not completely selfless, at least Ye Qingxuan felt that Lao Fei was taking revenge on him for not leaving sausages for himself to eat.

Now, Lao Fei squinted at him. Every time Lao Fei looked at him with disdain, it always contained the meaning of hating iron and steel, which made Ye Qingxuan feel that he was really not a weapon, he had not made any progress for so many years, and he still had to rely on you to save his life every time, which was really ashamed and annoying.

But Lao Fei just turned around and skillfully whipped the two idiots twice with his tail, signaling them not to be stupid and follow up.

The stench can confuse other people's five senses, but it can't fool the old money.

He could smell Ye Qingxuan quietly eating sausages behind his back half of the town, and it was naturally no exaggeration to be able to run back with the smell when he came.

It's just that now, in the midst of the wild running, Ye Qingxuan felt that the sharp sound of the iron piece rubbing was getting closer and closer. In such a huge fog, the other party finally locked onto their area...... What awaits them next?

"Ye! It's shaking harder and harder!"

Vito looked at the black box, which let out a low, vibrating sound.

In the next moment, the low sound in the box suddenly erupted, like a sharp grinding sound bursting from under their feet!

"Build it up with iron bars, iron bars, iron bars, iron bars......"

It was a deep voice in the mist, giving the order again!

So, iron grew out of the tree, right in front of Ye Qingxuandi!

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On that dense withered trunk, iron branches burst out like bamboo shoots or some kind of proliferating crystals, frantically splitting. In an instant, an 'iron railing' was born out of thin air, cutting off the front.

It was a thorn that was difficult for all living beings to cross, and they rubbed against each other, making tiny noises and forming countless spikes. Steel is a branch, and a thorn is a leaf.

The thorns were growing and closing together like two big hands clapping in the middle, trying to trap them in the middle.

But Lao Fei didn't care about this, it shouted and motioned for the two scraps of wood behind it to follow, and then sped up and rushed towards the thorny jungle of the Dead Land.

This is really a fierce and vicious old dog, it hates itself and is even more poisonous to others. Not only did he go to the knife mountain, but he also had to let the two younger brothers jump into the fire pit with him.

There was only a moment of time, Ye Qingxuan didn't have time to hesitate, his eyes were fierce, and he joined this gambling run with Lao Fei.

He ran over the fast-growing iron edges, almost feeling the coolness of the iron pieces brushing the corners of his eyes, and his heart was completely cold.

Lao Fei's speed jumped out of the thorn bush so fast that he didn't even lose a handful of hair. Ye Qingxuan followed, but he was scratched a few times, the worst was Vito, and in the end he almost rolled out on the ground, his clothes were torn, and his pants were torn in half, which was extremely funny.

There was no time to hesitate, Ye Qingxuan pulled Vito and ran away, the fog was too thick, and he was almost out of breath.

There was an angry breath in the song, and the pitch suddenly rose by eight points, and the mist began to dance wildly.

In the wildly dancing mist, countless palms suddenly flashed. Those illusory palms swept past the old man in front and Vito in the back, and grabbed straight towards Ye Qingxuan.

Ye Qingxuan was stunned, he tried his best to dodge, but he didn't have time to dodge every palm.

Those palms didn't even have substance, but they all had a faint force, one or two was just a breeze of resistance, but once the speed was reduced, it was captured by more and more palms.

In an instant, Ye Qingxuan's palms were covered, and they clamped the young man tightly, making him unable to move an inch.

"Hey, you can't be so unlucky, right?"

He froze and muttered to himself. The agitation of uneasiness rose from the heart.

"Leaf!"

Vito rushed over with red eyes, faster than him was Lao Fei, Lao Fei rushed towards those hands like crazy, fighting with the invisible palms, but those hands ignored Lao Fei, and more and more hands grabbed Ye Qingxuan.

The palms of those hands were like evil spirits, wrapping him layer by layer, pulling him into the mist.

At the same time, the low singing voice suddenly became high-pitched.

Between the countless dead trees, the iron ridge broke out again, and those thorns began to increase in value again, this time they converged with each other, turning into a burst of subway streams, and the thorns were growing, winding towards Ye Qingxuan.

This time...... I'm going to crush him completely!

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan heard the sound of countless pieces of iron rubbing one after another, like the sound of frost condensing and cracking. The fog was broken through by countless knotted subway thorns. Stretch ahead, piercing everything.

They're coming towards themselves.

Ye Qingxuan struggled hard, but he was pulled into restraint again, unable to do anything.

In the final moment, he only had time to hear an angry roar, and then the yellow shadow jumped high in front of him, struggling to bite at the unseen palms.

"Old Fei!"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned, he saw that Lao Fei's hind legs were entangled by those thorns. But Lao Fei was angry, he refused to admit defeat, and he earned the land and was drenched in blood.

"Old Fei !!" Ye Qingxuan shouted: "Get out!"

Do you think that's useful? He suddenly became frightened in the bottom of his heart.

The old dog was angry, he didn't listen to anything, he bared his teeth, saliva flowed out, and his eyes were red. It will stand in front of this man, to tear at the invisible enemy. He didn't care if he was killed by those invisible enemies.

The iron branch wrapped around Ye Qingxuan's neck.

So, it went crazy and wanted to pounce on death.

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand with all his might, trying to shake it off, but he couldn't do anything.

Only now, he finally felt the fear.

Again, overwhelmed by tangible despair.

It's like the panic of having nothing at the age of ten, it's like falling in the snow and struggling with a high fever, it's like a mother's whispered call before she dies...... It was a fear of losing something, a pain of something being crushed.

The heart was trembling, and it was about to jump out of its chest with rage. The blood swelled in his body, causing his veins to rise from his cheeks and his veins to burst.

All the power gathered in his chest, burning his heart like lava, as if it wanted to penetrate the layers of barriers, to touch the forbidden realm......

Then he heard a crisp sound coming from the back of his hand.

―― It was like a familiar voice sighing.

He lowered his head in astonishment, and saw the ring coiled with silver wire on his fingertips emit a bright light, and a long dragon groan burst out of nothingness, and an invisible shock came from his fingers, tearing a white mist.

At his fingertips, the white mist was disturbed, pulled into a whirlpool by an invisible force. In the whirlpool, the scorching sun erupts from the ground where it is clearly not supposed to exist, and illuminates all darkness.

That's an illusion.

But the hallucinations were so real, so real that he could sense the aether again. That power filled the sky and filled the earth. They came with the wind, drifting in the mist, rippling layers of ripples.

After a split second, the illusion dissipated with that sigh.

However, the layers of iron thorns that coiled around it stagnated, as if they could not find their target, and they fell into confusion. They were writhing blankly, not knowing what to do.

It was so fleeting that you didn't have time to think about it.

Ye Qingxuan only had time to hug Lao Fei, took out the cage, and rolled on the ground in embarrassment.

Immediately after, an irresistible drowsiness and darkness struck, and the illusion of that moment drained all his strength. It's like the whole person was hollowed out in an instant, and it was hard to breathe.

"Leaf!

It was as if someone was shouting his name and shaking him vigorously.

Before the last of his consciousness dissipated, he pointed in a direction with his last strength.

"From there, go to church ......"

He was plunged into darkness.

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Just half a minute later, an emaciated figure stepped out of the dark forest.

In the thick darkness of the night, he seemed to be able to discern the terrain and the road without his eyes, and the road was unimpeded.

Eventually, he stopped somewhere, and he looked coldly around at the wreckage. In the steel thorn ground puncture, there is nothing...... Those damn thieves have fled.

More than anger, what he couldn't understand was why the 'fog demon' was out of control for a moment just now.

In the midst of countless steel thorns, he stared coldly in the direction of the thieves fleeing, but suddenly, his cold expression stiffened - the resonance between the instrument and him disappeared?!

He sprinted along the last remaining traces, and at last, came to a halt beside a river. He stared at the rushing river in front of him and roared angrily.

In the wet mud by the river, the smell of blood still remains.

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Ten minutes later.

At the other end of town, there was a knock on the back door of the church. Over and over again, until the priest pushed the back door open and froze in place.

At the door, the ** boy was carrying his companion on his back, and there was a ** dog next to him. The old dog still had a black box filled with water in his mouth. And on the back of the boy, the fainting white-haired boy was almost out of breath.

"The leaves are dying. ”

Vito, whose lips turned purple from the cold: "Father, save him, he asked me to find a man called Wolf Flute." ”

"Come in. Bane got out of the way, and quickly closed the door once they were all inside.

He picked up the white-haired boy from behind Vito, scurried down the hallway, and finally kicked open the door to the room with almost violence.

Behind the door, the wolf flute, who was flipping through the novel with his pipe in his mouth, was almost frightened by him and rolled out of bed, looking at the priest who rushed into his room in amazement. Soon, I saw in his hand, the oriental boy who was still talking and laughing with himself during the day.

He was soaking wet, fainting, and breathing.

"Hey, it can't be so strong, right?"

He looked at Ye Qingxuan, who was fainting, blankly: "If you can't be a musician, you don't need to commit suicide by jumping into the river." ”

"Stop talking nonsense. ”

Bane ripped off the boy's shirt and pointed to the boy's blood-drenched heart: "Heartbeat, heartbeat resuscitation, save him." ”

"It's terrible. The wolf flute looked down at the wound on his waist that had just healed, and was about to cry.

At this moment, the wolf flute profoundly realized what it means to redeem the sins he has created, crying and redeeming them.