As the purple fluorescent flickered, Han Yueling's complexion changed suddenly, and countless pictures flashed in front of her like a slideshow.

There are dead corpses everywhere in the inn, Lu Sanniang who disappeared inexplicably in the ruined temple, the tragic situation of the Gu family, and the horror of the city, all of which seem to be vividly presented in front of her eyes again, which makes her spirit suffer a great impact, and all kinds of emotions come one after another, making her complexion distorted and strange.

The strength of the cultivation method is spiritual, and coupled with the effect of the séance technique on emotional indifference, Han Yueling can barely resist that kind of psychic power before. In stark contrast, Yue Ran, Gongsun Sheng, and Shen Liang were so excited that they were excited, they were powerless to fight back when they were afraid, and they were hysterical when they were angry, and they had completely become slaves to emotions.

However, even if she was able to barely fight before, she was so at the critical moment of casting the spell, the effect was still very significant, and the blood talisman that was about to form in Han Yueling's hand immediately collapsed, and she herself was spurted out by a mouthful of reverse blood and fell to the ground.

And this kind of operation?

Chen Anxin was stunned, he thought that thing was an ability to affect emotions, but he didn't expect that there was this kind of ability, if someone persistently found a loophole in his own mind to make a shot, he estimated that he would have to go crazy for a while, no, this kind of thing must not be in the hands of others.

Originally, he didn't have much feeling about Demon Sheng or Han Yue Lingsheng, but now, his gaze at the night soul couldn't help but bring a little ill will, the husband was not guilty, and he was guilty.

The night soul over there didn't notice Chen An's covetousness at all, but just smiled and looked at Han Yueling, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and said playfully: "Fairy Han, how is it? Do you still want to resist? Or just tie up and follow me?"

Although the villain died from talking too much, Night Soul was just more cautious, which is the key to his survival for so long. Han Yueling's strength was almost comparable to that of the Holy Lord, and he couldn't be too careful with this kind of existence.

In fact, he was not prepared to keep Han Yue's life from beginning to end, what is the use of keeping it? He must have killed Han Yueling as soon as possible to feel at ease. But who knows what else is behind such a strong man, that is, he is dying and fighting back, and biting off a piece of his own meat is also a big loss, it is better to give a thought, and then full of consumption, he said this is just a temptation.

Han Yueling didn't answer, only took out a few purple talismans from the talisman bag around her waist and clasped them in her hand.

Seeing this, the night soul breathed a sigh of relief, although the mana fluctuations on those few talismans were not trivial, it was certain that Han Yueling had indeed reached the point of exhaustion.

......

At the same time, Fu Heng, who was standing in front of the guard point of Weihu Island, was also at the end of the mountain.

He looked at the ruined bunker and despaired.

Maybe it's because there is no direction, maybe it's because Kuroshio has the ability to pull the road farther, and in more than ten days, he and the little shark girl actually came here, and the consumption of food is still secondary, and the key is that the fire is about to run out.

Seeing that the last torch in his hand had burned two-thirds of the way, Fu Heng gritted his teeth and walked into the guard point with Grace on his back, hoping to find some replacement.

It's a pity that half an hour later, reality gave him a hard slap, and when the people left, they took away everything that could be taken away here, and all that could not be taken away was smashed and burned, and the only thing left for him was a pile of firewood that couldn't even last for three days.

Carefully putting Grace off his back, Fu Heng reluctantly lit the pile of firewood.

The sudden burst of fire seemed to stimulate Grace, who was already asleep, and made her wake up in a sleepy state, looking at Fu Heng weakly and saying, "I, aren't we dead yet?"

Fu Heng's throat choked, and he forced himself to calm down and said with some pampering: "What stupid things are you talking about? We won't die, no one will die." ”

Everything seemed to be going bad in the black tide, and even he, who had fully regained his strength, felt that his body was getting weaker and weaker, not to mention Grace, who was already injured. And this kind of weakness is completely nowhere to be found, just like a boiled frog in warm water, the strength in his body is only a little bit lost every time, and he can't even detect it at all, but this kind of weakening exists all the time, and every day Fu Heng can clearly feel that he is a lot weaker.

"Heng?" Grace was completely sober, her spirits lifted a little, and she said with a little seriousness, "If, if the fire is extinguished, you can set me on fire." ”

Fu Heng was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I'm serious, although we mermaids live in water, our body fat is combustible and durable, much better than your fuel. Although the Kuroshio is terrible, as long as there is fire and food, it is safe, and as long as it can survive until the end of the Kuroshio, it can live. ”

Grace's delicate face was as serious as she said, just as serious as when she told Fu Heng that she was going to save her mother and told Fu Heng that she would definitely be able to save him.

This kind of seriousness seems to have a light, and the words of Fu Heng's scolding can't be spoken.

"I can't do it, I'm too badly injured, even if there is light, the black tide will wear out my vitality little by little, if it's ......"

Fu Heng couldn't listen to it anymore, he hugged her in his arms, tears couldn't stop falling, and he pleaded fragile like a child: "Please, please, please stop talking......"

Now the panic in his heart is even worse than when Uncle Ju became a demon.

He hadn't been so afraid of losing someone in years, even back to the family disaster that brought his parents down.

After a long time, Fu Heng's crying finally stopped, his emotions were released, and the tiredness on his body hit, he cried and cried, and actually fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, Fu Heng woke up slowly, suddenly woke up, turned over and sat up, and immediately found the little mermaid beside him who was looking at him gently, and then sighed lightly.

He regained his spirits, grabbed Grace's shoulders with both hands, and said with a solemn and sincere expression: "Promise me, promise me that no matter what, no matter what time comes, don't give up, okay? Phew, the word death is too unlucky, it is to be with you forever, forever. ”

Grace gave him a fixed look, then suddenly smiled and nodded.

Although his body was weak and his face was haggard, Grace's smile still made Fu Heng look dazzling, but he immediately concentrated his attention and tried to record every detail change in this sound and smile, as if he wanted to engrave it deeply in his mind, this may be the most beautiful scenery he has ever seen in his life, there is no one.