"Okay." Fu Yunge chuckled, "...... You too. ”

The wind blew through the curtain of the carriage and patted Tu Li's cheek a few times. She raised her hand to support it, turned sideways hard, stretched out her other hand, and handed it to Fu Yunge: "Then let's pull the hook." ”

Fu Yunge shrugged. Although he is a little naïve, he is not willing to be cautious at such a parting.

Sticking out their little fingers, the two hooked up tightly.

The corners of Fu Yunge's eyebrows hung softly, as if they were bent by the dew of the autumn night. After a long time, he slowly let go, and Tu Lu slowly withdrew his hand.

Not far away, the groom's voice was heard.

With the sound of the tuk tuk carriage, Fu Yunge stood in place, watching the back of the carriage disappear far from view.

The wind is still. The blades of grass hang down, the roof tiles are silent, and only the white flags in the distance are eye-catching.

It's not a long journey together, but at the time of parting, it makes each other hesitate.

The traces of the hooves of the wheels and horses disappear in the swaying of the grass. The blood mist was still gathering in front of him, and the mountains farther away were like scales, but he couldn't see clearly at all.

Fu Yunge seemed to be missing something in his heart. It was only in this alone that he realized that he had not been lonely.

The ethereal sword spike shook behind his back, and he raised his hand to wipe it out. Although there is no trace of the road ahead, it seems that every expression before parting just now is still in front of me and has never left.

…………

And in the distance, on the steep mountain road, the blood mist is like a wave.

The galloping carriage rolled and turned, and the wheels swept through the swirling dust and smoke. The frightening wind blew the autumn grass on both sides, and outside Jiangliang City, a team of cars and horses did not stop, shaking the stars of the night.

On the seat in the car, a familiar face, holding a silver fan, shook it vividly, and his eyes were far away, as if he wanted to detect the shroud of blood mist.

"Fuyun Song ......"

Whispering, his gaze like a sword. They drove for several days, and they were reluctant to work day and night, trying to arrive in time for Fu Yunge's letter.

Thinking back to the time when the two were separated, I didn't expect it to be so long. But at this moment, they are about to meet again, and they are facing the final black hand who manipulates the Blood Mist Killing Game.

With a heavy heart, he clenched the handle of the fan, leaving a fine sweat on the cool silver.

That's how it goes...... By tomorrow night at the latest, he will be able to arrive in Fenglu County.

Looking at this long road that has been arduous, Dongfang Shiming's heart fluctuates.

His original intention has never changed. If Jiu Che Xiaoying really wants to bury the people of the world, then even if he risks his life, he will accompany him to the end.

…………

The shadow of the blood river and the boat lights are filled with a thick mist, which will not disperse for a long time.

The swaying stern of the ship had already landed at the end of the fog. The stagnant water was sloppy, and the blood tendons at the bottom of the river were staggered, and they stirred a few times from time to time, as if they were sucking the surging sea of blood far away.

They got lost several times, but eventually arrived here.

Darkness, blended with the viscosity of blood. The stench was terrible, and the bell of death echoed endlessly. This place is like the opening of hell, and it is not a human scene.

The mud beneath his feet seemed to be soaked in the river of blood and turned into a muddy swamp.

Occasionally, you will step on something hard under your feet, and you can see a white flower when you peel off the dirt. It turned out that what supported them to barely stand were undigested white bones, which were extremely disgusting and disgusting.

“…… Amitabha. ”

Seeing such a tragic and tribulating purgatory scene, the monk with hanging lanterns stood and chanted like a bronze statue to save his soul.

The golden light swirled beside him, like a faint point of fire. But with his Buddhist wish alone, in the face of such a large number of dead souls and ghosts, he is as slim as a mud cow entering the sea.

Drunken Dust Country didn't bother him. After leading the surviving people to settle down, they finally decided that it would be safer to rest in the boat.

Even with the defense of the mask, the deeper you go into the blood mist, the more obvious the aggression becomes.

Therefore, although their team is considered an elite, they will inevitably suffer heavy casualties all the way in. Now that we count, the number of troops who can make it here alive is less than half of what it used to be.

There were spare masks and food in the boat, and the drunken dust town let everyone go to rest first. He went out of the boat alone and walked to the side of the monk with hanging lights.

“…… Is it going well? ”

Drunken Dust Township didn't say much, but the Hanging Lantern Warrior Monk closed his eyes for a long time, and he also had to be a little concerned.

Only then did the Hanging Lantern Warrior Monk slowly open his eyes and said, "Regret." With little effect, every time the poor monk overtook a soul, more new souls flowed out from there, and it was stopped. ”

Drunken Dust Township bowed his head and looked at the dazzling red light in the distance: "The power of your Buddhism should be their nemesis." Maybe it would be useful to send more people to the Hanging Lantern Temple. ”

However, the Hanging Lantern Warrior Monk quickly shook his head: "The power of the source of the blood mist should not be suppressed by the power of a simple sea of people. ”

"The ghosts here, the poor monks' guesses, come from the lives of the people who have been seized by the blood mist in various places. The blood mist is endless, and it has no effect to blindly exceed it. He clasped his palms together and lowered his eyes with compassion, "Moreover, there are tens of thousands of ghosts, even if the manpower of the entire temple is poured out, it may not be enough." ”

Drunken Dust Country frowned. After the explanation of the Hanging Lantern Warrior Monk, he understood the difficulty of the current situation.

"I see." He grabbed the wine gourd on his waist, unscrewed the lid of the pot and poured two sips, "It's really difficult." ”

The hanging lamp warrior monk sighed, his eyebrows like two slender broomsticks.

After drinking from the drunken dust, he raised his sleeve and wiped the corners of his mouth: "Wait a minute, you can go and apply the magic circle protection to everyone's camp." ”

The monk replied angrily. Looking at the dark boat, he felt even more stunned.

The shadow of the dim sampan seems to be the spirit of the uncertain river. Looking back at the road when I came, there was no trace, only the bleak wind, back and forth.

…………

The five watches are leaking, and the sky is unclear.

The scattered peaks and the muddy ruins have been spent in silence after the torrential rain.

Where the heroic soul falls into the dust, the essence clears the night. In the midst of the muddy mud, something had been forgotten by all, shimmering like a star as the dawn was about to fall.

It symbolizes the last will of the indomitable, but at this moment, it is scattered in the autumn wind, covered by layers of blood mist, and no one cares.

The sunken rocks make a low cry like weeping. Opposite to the bright light, in a corner of Sanyin, waiting for the inheritance of the destiny of heaven.

Falling leaves. Scraping over the hanging branches and brushing over the stems of the weeds seemed to dye the earth yellow.

A fallen leaf swirled and fell low, gently covering the place where the light emanated. When he landed, the light of the bright edge was annihilated, and the destiny of heaven seemed to be about to sleep in the ground again.

However, perhaps it is destiny.

Crosswinds swept around. Accompanied by the splashing mud, a Ling Ran figure came slowly from afar.

The forest wind blew through the court, blowing the hem of his clothes. The horizontal knife waist is copper-colored. A piece of jade-like Xuan Emblem flashed, and the deep dragon pattern tiger seal was even more solemn in the mottled autumn period.