After speaking, Xi Zishi ignored the eyes of the two, pulled the black robe on his body, and fell with a bang, and Xi Zishi showed the clothes he was wearing.

The wind swirled around him, as if his figure was much greater. Bypassing the two of them, he strode towards the outside of the forest, generous and heroic.

The two were still a little confused, but they seemed to be infected by his spirit.

"Hey, if you need help, just look for me." Xiao Wanhu clasped his hands together and shouted at Xi Zishi's back, "The price is discounted for you, I still like to join in the fun." ”

Su Beizhi's eyes were complicated, and he didn't stop Xi Zishi any longer. He watched as the man faded away, disappearing from the end of his vision.

"Do you want to do big things?" Su Bezhi muttered in a low voice, like a whisper to the wind, "It's okay, don't leak air." ”

He chose to believe in this messenger. Because in him, he seemed to feel a kind of loneliness yearning for light, suppressed under his unruly temperament.

Just now, I was instantly wrong, and a similar resonance surged faintly in my heart.

"It's a bit bold." Xiao Wanhu pursed his lips lightly, "That's it, what's the matter with me, let's go to Cangxia Stream to take a look first." ”

Su Beizhi glanced at the old friend, didn't pay any attention to him, and watched him leave directly.

Both of them left from their side, and Su Bezhi suddenly felt a chill, as if the weather was starting to cool down.

"Tsk, how can one or two be like this." He shook his head, thumped his back and walked away slowly, "Forget it." Let's talk to Jue Tongjun and see what kind of attitude he has. ”

"It seems...... It's really going to change......"

With a sigh full of various feelings, Su Beizhi's figure gradually faded away. The thousands of branches in the forest are swaying, and the swept wind is wandering in the blood mist in the gap, and there is already a bit of dry autumn.

…………

On the other side of the nether world, far away in the villages where the blood mist is even thicker, the nightmare of the people quietly descends.

After a long period of blood-colored world, the people have changed from panic at the beginning to habit. But after everyone showed fatigue and hardship one by one, death finally arrived.

It should have been an ordinary morning, a heart-rending cry, but it cruelly cut through the tranquility of the village.

The sound was loud in the mountains, and many farmers who had gone to the fields for early plowing had dropped their farming tools and ran to the ridges to look in the direction of the houses. The darkness of the night has not yet dissipated, and the chaotic and turbid sky looks like a sense of terror between yin and yang.

At the same time, the villagers felt an ominous premonition in their hearts - such a cry, could it be the ...... of the cripple Wang's family?

The people who were still in the village pushed the doors one after another, and they all gathered on the narrow dirt road, and some of them were sleepy-eyed. The woman was holding the child, and the child's cry was heard from time to time, and everyone had some panic on their faces.

Listening to the voice, it was indeed from the cripple king's family. Isn't it his perennially sick wife......?

Several famous old men in the village looked at the sky with wrinkled old cheeks.

"Today's fog is a lot thicker...... they sighed helplessly as they looked at the fog that was already as thick as blood.

The residents around the old people also looked at the sky, and their faces were bitter.

"Last time, the adults of the Qiongtian Temple said that they would dispel the fog as soon as possible." One of the young men sneered and shook his head, "Now it seems, alas, ......"

"Trust them...... one of the old men hung his head, his expression like the twilight of an old temple, "otherwise, who else could you count on?" ”

Everyone was silent, and slowly marched in the direction of the cripple king's house. The crowd was bustling and silent, with a poignant and solemn sense of ceremony.

The blood mist filled the crowd, and it looked rather eerie.

Everyone's expressions were somewhat similar, and they walked slowly. I don't know how long they walked, but they all gathered at the door of the cripple king's house, as if waiting for something big to happen.

In the courtyard, the cripple king heard footsteps outside the door, so he wiped a handful of tears and limped to open the door.

Pulling the door latch, the cripple king saw the few village elders in front of him for a moment, and instantly sobbed sideways, uncontrollable, and fell to his knees as soon as his knees were weak, and a lame leg was unnaturally crooked behind him, which looked pitiful.

"Cripple, what's going on?" A young man with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks in the back was anxious and shouted.

A few villagers in front of him hurriedly pulled him up and brought him a supporting stick from behind the door. The cripple king sobbed for a long time with a stick, and then raised his ugly face with tears on his face:

"My daughter-in-law...... Let's go! ”

Everyone's hearts sank. Soon someone saw the figure lying on the steps of the courtyard with his eyes closed, wasn't it the daughter-in-law of the cripple king!

"How?"

"Is it a sudden illness?"

"Brother Wang, don't worry, speak slowly!"

For a while, everyone was gossiping, and all kinds of voices were noisy. They all wanted to go to the courtyard to have a look, but the cripple king had been leaning against the door, and it was difficult for them to break in.

Everyone knows that the cripple king is the top honest and honest person in their village, but he is congenitally disabled and ugly, so he can't find a daughter-in-law when he is old. This daughter-in-law was met by him late, although she also suffers from illness, but she can still make do with her life, who would have thought about it......

The cripple king's eyes were as red as cherries, and his tears were almost dry. He kept wiping his face with his rough sleeves, and his whimpering voice was like that of a lonely child.

"She, she's got up this morning and ...... well," the cripple king said intermittently, with a cry in his throat, "but as soon as I got out of the room, I heard the sound of a fall in the house...... Who would have thought that she would be so gone......"

The cripple king's words were true, and everyone looked sad. Some of the women in the back also cried, and even the old men in front of them had red eyes.

Listening to the meaning of the cripple king, his daughter-in-law died suddenly as soon as she went out. This should have been an odd thing, but now it seems that everyone is not difficult to understand.

"Yes...... It's this blood mist! A man in the prime of life wearing a hat cried out.

Everyone probably guessed it. The fog is getting thicker and thicker, and it is definitely getting more and more toxic. The cripple king's daughter-in-law was born weak, and after a few days of blood mist, today is just the "last straw".

The crowd instantly swept away a chill, and many people subconsciously covered their mouths and noses.

This terrible fog is indeed the Grim Reaper who can take their lives. It is the daughter-in-law of the cripple king who died today, who can say who will die in a few days?

Looking at the shabby and dilapidated door frame of the cripple Wang's house, everyone was speechless. In addition to sympathy for the cripple royal family, a life-and-death fear gradually spread to everyone's hearts.

However, at this moment, at the front of the crowd, there was an amazing change again!

Several village elders who were surrounded by everyone suddenly fell backwards almost at the same time. The young people behind them caught them in time, but when they went to visit Snort, they were already dead.