The sky is gray.

The earth is blood-colored.

Blood flowed like magma across the earth.

The plaque of the city gate engraved with the word Wuling was buried under the ruins along with the collapsed city gate.

The white yin beast shuttles through the ruins of the city.

With the screams of children and old people, one after another severed limbs and arms were thrown into the air, and blood poured into the earth.

Several black-robed figures slowly walked in from outside the ruined city gates.

The Yin Beasts that were raging in the city stopped one after another, prostrate on the ground, and let out a low roar of submission from their mouths.

They walked through the streets strewn with corpses, all the way to the ruined Taoist temple.

There was a large peach grove there, but most of them were dead, except for a huge peach tree in the center, which was still showing some vitality.

But only slightly.

Half of the huge peach tree was dead, and the other half had a large yellowing of leaves, and only one or two new branches had bright red flower bones waiting to be released.

In this dark world, it seems out of place.

It's like a flame burning in the shadowless night.

It's hot and glaring.

The black-robed men came under the peach tree.

They were gathered together, under their hoods, on their thin cheeks, with reverent expressions.

That piety, bordering on fanaticism.

They stretched out their hands, their arms white, with strange black lines inscribed on them.

There are words in their mouths, some equally strange syllables.

It seemed to be some kind of ritual.

As the ritual progressed, a cold aura began to overflow from their bodies.

The breath rushed and swirled, enveloping the dying ancient tree.

The branches and leaves of the ancient tree began to tremble, and the few remaining branches and leaves began to wither at a rate visible to the naked eye.

And a shimmering golden light slowly overflowed from his body as the ancient tree withered.

The clouds above the dome began to roll and turn into whirlpools.

A black light fell from the center of the whirlpool and shone on the ancient tree.

The black-robed people around caught a glimpse of this scene, as if they had seen a miracle.

"God of the Eternal Night!"

"Winghood Frost Days!"

They shouted feverishly.

And it seems that in response, this distorted piety, among the black clouds, there is a faint figure swimming in it.

The huge coercion also spread out at this time.

The ruined city began to tremble.

It was as if the heavens and the earth were in fear of the coming deity.

The golden light that had been extracted from the ancient tree's body, under the traction of the dark aura, slowly rose, and was almost to the center of the black cloud vortex.

The figure cruising in the black clouds stopped at this moment, and he slowly poked his huge head out of the black clouds.

The true face of the gods will be revealed.

The trembling between heaven and earth became more and more intense.

He looked down at the earth, his eyes slowly opening.

At this moment, the stars seemed to converge in those eyes.

A huge, indescribable fear invaded Chu Qingxiao's body and mind at this moment.

Call!

Call!

Chu Qingxiao sat up from the floor, gasping for breath while reaching out to cover his chest.

This dream is no stranger to Chu Qingxiao.

Of all his dreams about the Candleshade Siege, this scene was the most present.

The peach tree, the ancient gods, and the eyes that poked out of the black clouds, every time they thought about it, they made Chu Qingxiao tremble.

And every time he woke up from such a dream, he would feel a heart-wrenching pain in his chest.

He took a deep breath, and his heart began to beat quietly.

When the pain slowly dissipated, he finally recovered. He looked sideways at the bed beside him, but saw that there was no one there.

He was frightened, and hurriedly stood up, put on his clothes, and said loudly as he walked quickly to the outhouse: "Father, that girl ...... yesterday."

It's just that this is only half of the mouth, and then it comes to an abrupt end.

Chu Qingxiao, who pushed open the door, saw at a glance that in the outhouse, the girl from yesterday was sitting at the wooden table, holding her cheek with one hand, and looking at him with a smile.

Chu Qingxiao's footsteps paused, a little nervous, his eyes looked around, and he didn't notice the voices of his father and uncle.

It was early in the morning, and the morning light shone through the lintel and into the room.

The girl's side face reflects the sun, but under the wind and snow in this winter, it looks bright and bright.

The corners of her mouth rose and she said softly, "Good morning, Brother Qingxiao." ”

Chu Qingxiao frowned, looking vigilant: "What about my father and uncle?" ”

"I'm going to work." The girl said calmly, got up and walked towards Chu Qingxiao.

Chu Qingxiao subconsciously retreated, trying to keep a safe distance from the girl.

"They go to work and don't talk to me?" Chu Qingxiao asked rhetorically.

"Seeing that you slept too hard, they didn't bother, aren't I still here? I can take care of you too. The girl said again, and the smile on her lips was even worse.

"You take care of me?" Chu Qingxiao's face was full of suspicion.

Yesterday, Chu Yueshan and Sun Kuan were jealous of the origin of this girl, how could they easily leave her alone with themselves.

The girl was silent, but turned around and walked into the small kitchen beside her.

The next moment, she walked out with hot steamed buns and rice porridge, put them on the wooden table, and then looked at Chu Qingxiao, who was still standing in place, and said, "I can't eat people, what are you so afraid of me for?" ”

After saying this, she suddenly laughed lightly, as if she thought of something: "You don't think I killed Uncle Chu and Uncle Sun, do you?" ”

Chu Qingxiao's face changed, he did have such a guess in his mind, but when he turned his head sideways, he saw that the bedding on the floor on the side was neat, and the simple furniture in the house was also safe and sound, and it didn't seem like there were traces of a fight.

"Don't worry."

seemed to see Chu Qingxiao's thoughts, and the girl said again: "It was just a misunderstanding yesterday, I just woke up, that's the situation, which girl to change, you must not be vigilant." ”

"After a night's rest, I also figured out the situation, and I have already explained it to the two uncles this morning."

"If you don't believe me, we can go to the grain store later."

Chu Qingxiao thought about it carefully, before the girl's second coma yesterday, the other party did not seem to be hostile to them anymore.

With a little peace of mind, he walked over to the wooden table and sat down on the opposite side of the girl.

"But who are you? How did you know us? Although Chu Qingxiao let go of his hostility, the girl's words yesterday still made him feel weird.

The girl sat up straight, coughed, and then looked at Chu Qingyan seriously, "Introduce yourself." ”

"My name is Chu Zhaozhao, a disciple of Qingque Peak in Tianhang Mountain, this time I am on the order of Uncle Xiao to pick you up and Uncle Chu to go to Tianhang Mountain."

"Who is Uncle Junior? Why did you pick me up and my dad to Tianhang Mountain? Chu Qingxiao's face was full of confusion.

The girl named Chu Zhaozhao rolled her eyes and asked angrily, "Do you know many people in Tianhang Mountain?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Chu Qingxiao also reacted immediately.

The corners of his eyes widened, and his face was surprised: "Is it Nianshuang?" ”

"Nature." Chu Zhaozhao nodded.

But after Chu Qingxiao's short surprise, there was an indescribable uneasiness in his heart.

It is true that he and Zhao Nianshuang are childhood sweethearts, and it is not false that the two have long had feelings for each other.

But that was before Zhao Nianshuang went to Tianhang Mountain, and now the identities of the two are very different.

The embarrassment of being ashamed to see the deceased permeated my heart.

This is not out of pure hypocrisy, living to save face.

I just don't want my embarrassment to show in front of those close to me.

The closer you are, the more you care about the person, the more intense this embarrassment becomes.

"Nian ...... Nianshuang, why do you want to see us? Chu Qingxiao asked.

Chu Zhaozhao didn't understand Chu Qingxiao's inner turmoil at the moment, she just said: "Uncle Xiao has encountered some troubles, and these troubles can probably only be solved by you and Uncle Chu. ”

"Listen to Uncle Xiao, you have a close relationship with her, I don't know if you want to, run for her."

"Trouble? What's the trouble? Chu Qingxiao, who was still a little self-pitying at the last moment, suddenly became nervous when he heard this.

"For a while, I can't tell you clearly, but you'll know when you go." Chu Zhaozhao said with a smile.

"And when are we leaving?" Chu Qingxiao asked.

Chu Zhaozhao, who was sitting in the seat, looked at Chu Qingxiao with an eager face with satisfaction: "At any time." ”

"But, the premise is that we can leave this Wuling City."

Chu Qingxiao was stunned for a moment, a little puzzled: "What do you mean?" ”

The corners of Chu Zhaozhao's mouth rose, and he said meaningfully: "You understand what I'm talking about." ”

Chu Qingxiao frowned: "I don't understand. ”

Chu Zhaozhao was not in a hurry, and continued: "I heard Uncle Chu talk about it, saying that you have hysteria, right?" ”

"So what?" Chu Qingxiao's heart was filled with vigilance.

The girl stood up, looked at Chu Qingxiao with a straight gaze, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

She walked slowly, with a clear sound of landing.

But Chu Qingxiao's breathing was inexplicably heavier.

His heart was beating fast.

And the girl's voice sounded at this moment.

"Have you ever thought that maybe you're not sick?"

"But the people of this entire Wuling City have forgotten what they shouldn't forget?"

When Chu Qingxiao heard this, his body trembled, and his pupils suddenly dilated when he looked at the girl.

The wind and snow outside the house suddenly surged at that time, blowing on the lintel of the door, and the wind and snow poured in, wrinkling the clothes of the two.