Night sky.

The moon disappeared completely.

The enchanting purple light was like a layer of tents in the night sky, and from a distance, it looked like a brilliant purple aurora.

"What's that?"

Xi'er and Situ Yong didn't know if they were airsick or if there was a strange smell in the air, which made them feel sick and vomit.

"It's filth!"

Zheng Xiu was horrified in his heart, such a thick filth was visible to the naked eye.

Is Chang Yan open?

Candles perform "rituals" here?

Zheng Xiu's mind was racing, and after a while, he denied the speculation that had just surfaced.

Wrong!

It's not the same as the rituals of the past.

White Carp Village, Sun Cicada Valley, and cannibal paintings, after two hundred years, Zheng Xiu can barely be regarded as having experienced three "human pillar ceremonies" "personally", which is quite experienced.

With just a glance, Zheng Xiu vaguely realized that what Candle was planning here was not like those three things, creating a ghost, satisfying the ritual conditions of the "sacrifice" and the "human pillar", and sending the "human pillar" into Changyan to complete the "suppression".

"Meow meow, meow meow. Wow meow."

The orange cat squatted on the top of Zheng Xiu's head and lazily stretched out a cat's paw, pointing to the distance, the orange cat who was in a bad mood talked a lot today, and kept meowing: "There is a "little guy" who also wants to "come in" and play meow."

The rest of the claws of the orange cat's claws flexed, leaving two fingers downward, making a "walking" claw gesture, which first walked from left to right in front of Zheng Xiu's eyes, and then the claw momentum reversed, becoming a walk from right to left. Lifting a chestnut with a vivid meow claw, the orange cat lazily lay on top of the boy's head again: "Meow in a different direction."

After meowing two long sentences in one breath, the orange cat let out a low whimper and complained, covering its nose: "It stinks to death."

Different directions?

The orange cat's second sentence immediately attracted all of Zheng Xiu's attention.

Yes, in a different direction!

Zheng Xiu's wings slapped his ass hard and suddenly woke up.

Xi'er: "Huh~"

Different directions!

Zheng Xiu came to his senses.

Candle is doing the exact opposite of what he did two hundred years ago.

The candle is not meant to send the "human pillar" into the Changyan, but to bring something out of the Changyan...... Bring it out!

It's what the orange cat said not long ago!

Zheng Xiu blinked an eye, another picture appeared in his mind.

In the ghost snake of the Immortal Gu Temple, behind the mirror of Chang Yan that was about to open, the terrifying mantis arm, if it wasn't for Fengbei's attack in the end, Zheng Xiu couldn't imagine what kind of disaster the monster that ran out of Chang Yan would bring to Chang Shi.

Zheng Xiu thought of this and sped up.

Condescendingly, the "little yuanying" running and jumping on the street ran faster than Zheng Xiufei's.

They laughed and ran from the streets and alleys to the inn and flocked to Moxi.

Xianggu is opening her arms towards Mo Xu, welcoming the "Yuan Baby" who is about to be born.

Zheng Xiu had an [inspiration].

Several "shadows" of different intensities are clearly visible in the inspiration.

The alien Bai Qiuyue, incarnated as Xianggu, the "Yuan Baby" Mo Xu, and the snake hiding in the shadows.

Zheng Xiu secretly regretted in his heart, if there was no teammate in the distance, he would not hesitate to try to fuse the "Birth Demon" in the air, and it would be a hundred in one shot.

"Go down! Take the ink away first!"

Zheng Xiu said that, and threw Xi'er and Situ Yong down.

During the fall, Xi'er's face was flushed, but she instantly entered the working state, and her ten fingers were intertwined and shot out in all directions.

The silk threads that are indistinguishable to the naked eye laid a net in the air, catching the old bones of Xi'er and Situ Yong, hanging in the air.

[The app that has been running stably for many years is comparable to the old version of the book-chasing artifact, which is used by old bookworms.]

In the blink of an eye, the little babies jumped up, came to Mo Xu, and held hands with Mo Xu.

More and more little babies came in, they were connected by hands, and Mo Yu laughed and happily circled with the babies who came to meet.

The circle turned faster and faster, and the same childlike voices of a hundred people echoed in the sky above the empty town of Lu, which was terrifying.

"Hee-hee-hee!"

"Hee-hee-hee!"

"Hee-hee-hee!"

Mo Zhen laughed happily in the group of babies.

His two black eyes were filled with dense black spots.

Mo Xu's belly grew bigger and bigger, rising like a balloon, and the bulging belly almost turned into a membrane, and small hands stretched out from it pressed against the belly, responding to the babies around her.

Xi'er looked at this scene, and couldn't say how distressed she was, but when she saw her former colleagues become like this, she inexplicably felt a sadness like a rabbit dying and a fox in her heart. In their line of work, they often work with weirdness, and they don't know when they will end up in the same fate as him.

Air.

After Zheng Xiu threw Xi'er and Situ Yong down, his heart moved, and the chains that bound the "painter's trick" in his heart were loosened, his right hand twisted, and the crisp sound of bone movement sounded, his right hand bent into the shape of a fracture, and the bone at the end turned into a hideous paintbrush in a blink of an eye.

Although it is not the best solution to use the [Evil Boy] to perform the thaumaturgy of the [Painter] Path, but at this moment, the [Time Demon Station] is outside of Lu Town, and it will waste a lot of time to temporarily change the incarnation back and forth, and Zheng Xiu can't care about it so much.

Bite your finger and blood spills in the air.

At the same time, in Zheng's house, Fengbei, who was hesitantly wiping Zheng Xiu's body every day, suddenly noticed that Zheng Xiu's complexion had changed, and he turned much paler in an instant.

"Something's wrong?"

Feng Bei was slightly stunned, and then reached out to stroke Zheng Xiu's cheek, feeling the temperature above, and the depths of his eyes revealed an unconcealable melancholy.

Go back to Lu Town.

Zheng Xiu used blood as ink, and blood-colored beams of light, under the traction of the paintbrush, fell from the night sky, like twisted blood-colored fences, completely sealing the surroundings of the inn.

"Draw the ground as a dungeon!"

"Unbreakable!"

Zheng Xiu hit the state with a face, first in the state of [unbreakable], and then he painted again, his hand speed was like electricity, and the hideous and twisted brush almost turned into a whistling afterimage, waving in front of him.

A small blood-colored sword turned from virtual to solid.

After Zheng Xiu released two moves in a row, Xianggu, who was preparing to accept Yuan Ying on the ground, was still staring at Mo Yu with full attention, while Bai Qiuyue reluctantly raised her head and opened her mouth wide to look at the winged figure in the sky, as well as the overwhelming blood-colored sword shadow.

He silently poked Xianggu with a bamboo pole.

"There seems to be a little bit of an accident."

Xianggu looked up blankly.

"Go!"

Zheng Xiu waved his hand, and ten thousand swords fired together.

Bai Qiuyue's eyes froze, blocking in front of Xianggu, and the bamboo pole waved forward. In an instant, the trajectory of the bamboo pole was actually sounded with a turbulent sound, a small river like air and mist, an arc-shaped trajectory, unable to see the head and tail, flowing strangely in the void, like a shield.

"Go with the flow!"

The ten thousand blood-colored sword shadows that shot to the ground like a torrential rain actually bent strangely the moment they touched the "river" swung out by Bai Qiuyue, and they were all bounced back to where Zheng Xiu was.

When Zheng Xiu learned that Bai Qiuyue was a "stranger", he didn't dare to be careless, so as soon as he made a move, he used the [Painter's Trickery] to kill him. But the Inhuman is really worthy of the Inhuman, the strange thing is like an unreasonable thaumaturgical amplifier, and the Inhuman Bai Qiuyue's "Ferryman" ability is mysterious, waving his hand to create a long river, and "crossing" Zheng Xiu's sword shadow back to its original place.

Zheng Xiu's hairs stood up like the tip of a needle, and his [intuition] triggered, and he immediately took the bleeding part of his wrist in his mouth.

The bleeding stopped.

Swish!

The ten thousand blood-colored sword shadows that shot back to Zheng Xiu were castrated in mid-air, and it was difficult to maintain the form of a small sword, turning into a small sword

The rain of blood sprinkled Zheng Xiu's body, and it was not painful or itchy.

The air was full of blood, Zheng Xiu's wings fanned hard, and the wind set off dispersed the blood rain in the air that blocked his vision.

Looking back at the front of the inn, Xianggu and Bai Qiuyue had long since disappeared.

"Gone?"

Zheng Xiu's expression sank, and his right hand was almost half a minute on his forehead repeating the action of touching and throwing out, the two characteristics of [Detection] and [Inspiration] were judged in turn, and the environmental information from different angles was presented in front of Zheng Xiu in an all-round way.

"What a demon!"

Situ Yong saw that one by one the "solitary yin fetus" were grabbing the ink fetus, and in the spirit of the benevolence of the doctor, he took out two knives to save people from behind him, and stepped forward to raise his hand to the solitary yin fetus around the ink and raised his hand to the two knives.

Xi'er stood in the air with the hidden silk thread, looked down, and saw the old doctor flying up with a knife, secretly smacking his tongue. As the so-called layman looks at the lively, the insider looks at the doorway, although Xi'er doesn't know how to swordsmanship, but he has also seen a lot of the world. Situ Yong's knife is different from ordinary people, not so much cutting people, but "dissecting", the delicate knife technique with his dexterous hands, the old doctor's quick knives, actually accurately removed the two small hands that grabbed Mo Xu's broken meat, so that Mo Xu's hands could be released.

"Woo woo, Xi'er really doesn't want to use this trick......

Xi'er cried with a sad face, she saw the situation in the city very clearly condescendingly, seeing more and more solitary fetuses coming this way, she didn't dare to hesitate anymore, and raised her hands.

"Golem!"

I saw Xi'er crying and blinking on her face and becoming serious and focused, and I saw her hands crossed in front of her, and her middle finger and thumb bent to the palm of her hand were holding an embroidery needle. Holding her breath for a moment, Xi'er scolded lightly, "My thread wronged you", with a flick of the middle finger, two embroidery needles shot out, one was inserted into the ink Tianling cover, and the other needle was inserted into the tail vertebrae, one up and down, echoing each other.

This is a thaumaturgy developed by Xi'er inadvertently, which can manipulate living people with silk threads, but this practice has long exceeded the rules of the "tailoring girl", and it is simply a crossover. Xi'er has been reluctant to develop this technique in depth for fear of polluting the doorway practice, but it will be enough, and now under duress, Xi'er is thinking about the "doorway", "fork", "rules", and "restrictions" in her heart, and in the end, she can only comfort herself, and if she doesn't go in, she shouldn't make too much trouble.

Under Xi'er's manipulation, Mo Xu, who had taken two stitches, trembled, as if he had hit a spirit, and then his limbs involuntarily walked towards the old doctor.

"Old Doctor, do it!"

Situ Yong was stunned: "You mean ......?"

Xi'er gritted her teeth: "It's dissected! It's no longer too late!"

Situ Yong's face was embarrassed: "But ......"

At this time, Zheng Xiu had already landed in front of the inn, and decisively waved his knife to chop a few smiling solitary yin fetuses into several pieces. This solitary yin fetus looked weird, but after chopping into a few pieces, it was motionless on the ground, and it didn't seem to be much of a threat. At this time, Zheng Xiu heard Xi'er's words and nodded: "It's dissected!"

Zheng Xiu didn't know what Candle's real abacus was, and he didn't know what the hell the "Yuan Baby" was about to be born, but Zheng Xiu was still very happy to see Candle deflated. Whether it is the illusory grievances in the cannibal painting, or his eyesight on Fengbei, the two are destined to stand on opposite sides forever, and there is no possibility of reconciliation. The candle's plan, since it happened so coincidentally, broke it, and there was nothing to worry about.

"Hisss ......"

After the candle and the white autumn moon suddenly disappeared, the snake felt the crisis out of it, and only then did it come out of the darkness. I saw her secretly putting back the veil to cover the ugliness on her face, and rubbing her chest dissatisfied. Bai Qiuyue's pole just now hit her barrenness, and if it weren't for her talent, maybe even her sternum would have been shattered. This blow made her already ordinary even worse, and she hoped that the massage would make her injury recover a little and grow back a little.

On the eaves in the distance, two figures rushed here in the night.

It was Ye Youjun, who was responsible for dispersing the people, who did not smile. While the two of them rushed to this side, they shouted in the group chat of Chang Shie:

Jun Bu smiled: "Hee-hee-hee! That's a lot of weird stuff!" Jun didn't laugh when he smiled, and he couldn't laugh when he laughed: "Bad

Finish! They have no shadow!"

"Little young master!" Ye's voice sounded a little panting, and it seemed that it took a lot of effort to hypnotize with the sound of music in the whole city of Lu Town. Ye Youqi said weakly in the permanent painting: "The people were almost all sent outside the city, and the widows who gave birth to freaks ...... All dead!"

Damn it...... Candle!

Although Zheng Xiu was not a saint, when he heard that so many widows had died, he still had an uncontrollable hatred for Candle in his heart. He hung the Red King Mirror back on his waist, turned back to Situ Yong and said in an almost emotionless tone: "The old god doctor dissects, Xi'er sews, if he is lucky, I will treat the rest."

Xi'er was stunned when she heard this: "Little master, you? Wait, if I'm really going to sew?"

In fact, she wanted to say who opened the knife and who sewed, but Situ Yong spread his hands and smiled helplessly, obviously his actions told Xi'er that he only knew how to open the knife and not to stitch.

Zheng Xiu didn't answer, threw the knife of Sticky Lake to the old divine doctor, and walked into the depths of the street with one person and one cat.

Ye and the snake gathered, and the two lowered their heads and chatted quietly.

Mo Xu's face is hideous at the moment, he has long lost the innocence just now, and he is struggling desperately. But under Xi'er's control, he lay on the ground in a large shape, unable to move except for shaking twice from time to time.

But as Mo Zhen struggled and trembled, Xi'er gradually revealed pain, and her ten fingernails were torn apart, oozing blood. Xi'er gritted her teeth and said, "If you don't do it again, I won't be able to suppress him!"

"Fire!" Situ Yong's heart was horizontal, the scabbard was spread out on the ground, and six knives of different lengths and shapes were neatly placed on the top.

Rumble!

At this moment, there was a wave of shaking around the corner of the street, the ground cracked, and the houses collapsed one after another, and one terrible crack after another stretched along the collapsed houses to the feet of several people.

This violent vibration frightened the anti-squad in front of the inn, thinking that something strange had appeared. Looking there, a winged figure flew high, smashing frantically downwards with two large scimitars burning with pitch-black flames in both hands.

Another city has collapsed.

Situ Yong entered the state, ignored what was happening in the outside world, and began to go under the knife.

Laugh at!

The hot knife almost touched Mo Xu's belly, and the belly burst into a balloon.

Rumble!

At this moment, the little pony Red King took off again, holding a long, narrow and crooked knife in his hand, and crackled the clouds away.

In the distance, the entire top floor of Yanchun Tower was slashed away by invisible knife qi.

The black blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the hands of the old doctor, who kept changing his knife, and the shocking blood vessels and flesh inside had long exceeded the scope of "people" or "women". In the eyes of the old miracle doctor, this guy's belly is not a structure that can be grown by a human at all. His previous experience was completely useless at this time, but the knife was in his hands, and in order to save people, the old doctor could only cut down.

"The Doctor is Kind, the Doctor is Kind, the Doctor is Kind......

Situ Yong muttered to himself like a mantra, and as he took out more and more pieces of meat, a small mountain of meat was piled up in the open space on the side, which was bloody and terrifying.

At this time, Zheng Xiu, the pony who had demolished most of the city, finally shook out the "Compassion for the Rain" and fell from the sky with an expressionless face.

"Quick! Don't think about it, just drag it down!" Zheng Xiu urged: "As long as I have a breath, I can pull my life back!" Don't worry about it!"

Situ Yong glanced back at Zheng Xiu blankly, only to see that the young man's eyes were resolute, so he could only choose to believe him, so he gritted his teeth and replaced it with the longest and widest knife, which is usually used to divide muscles and bones, and has the length of a small arm, and opened it down with his eyes closed.

The struggling Mo Xue suddenly stopped moving, and the strange black dots in his eyes faded towards Tong Ren from all around. Mo Yu was pressed to the ground with a blank expression, he barely raised his head, and looked at his torn belly in a daze.

A small, white and slender hand stretched out silently.

Mo Yu stared blankly at the hand sticking out of his flesh and blood lake's belly.

After a moment of dead silence.

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Ahhhh——————h

A miserable, helpless, and continuous scream of frustration resounded through Lu Town.