"Red Mist?"

Li Qing looked at the red mist that kept spreading in, and her eyes stared at Qiao Dui.

That person was completely unaffected in the red mist?

Even if Li Qing was confident enough in his own strength, he didn't dare to rush into the red mist, he knew that although the red mist contained powerful power, endless treasures, and countless knowledge, it was also full of pollution and crisis.

Mortals can only stay in the red mist for a few seconds before they are irreversibly eroded.

The average stranger can last a few minutes, but it can also leave indelible wounds.

And Li Qing, he boasted that he could only walk in it for a quarter of an hour, and more could not be guaranteed.

It is said that when the stranger reaches a certain strength, he can ignore most of the pollution in the red mist and move freely in it, Li Qing has never seen such an existence before.

Now, he's seen it.

It's just that Qiao Dui's current state doesn't seem to be normal.

The suona he held in his hand was constantly wriggling, like a restless snake, and beside him, the rotten, festering, and fragmented corpses were playing the instruments in their hands, like a queue for a grand carnival.

"Then the music, the dance!"

Qiao Du waved his hands excitedly, he saw the corpses all over the ground in this huge banquet hall at a glance, saw Li Qing standing in the center of the hall, saw the actors who were performing hard and gave up their lives, saw Xia Yi who was crawling on the ground, and Tang Xiaomeng, who was suspended in mid-air and could no longer see his human form.

"Huh? The mission goal is to rescue Tang Xiaomeng, as long as he is alive, it shouldn't matter if it's a lump of meat? ”

He pondered.

But in any case, Jo Twilight has to act now.

[She will soon absorb all the pollution, that petite body will not be long before she becomes a bloated fat person, and this hotel may not be able to accommodate her, too fat! 】

Those words, which were more bright red than blood, came out of Tang Xiaomeng's body.

Qiao Du took a step towards Tang Xiaomeng and ran over.

The speed of the red mist was one step slower than his, and everywhere he went, the corpses stood up one after another, and began to blossom and bear fruit from the inside, and the flowers of flesh and blood bloomed one by one.

Li Qing saw Qiao Dui's purpose, and he also walked towards Qiao Dui, so far, no matter what kind of identity Qiao Dui is, he has to stop Qiao Dui and complete this ceremony, otherwise he will be seriously counterattacked, and it will be a dead end.

The warlord raised his fist and tried to knock Jotwi down.

But before the punch could be thrown, he felt like he had lost his strength.

No.

It's not that he simply lost his strength, but that his arm has his own will and doesn't want to obey Li Qing's call.

In an instant, countless fine white hairs grew on Li Qing's body, covering him like mold, and then, life grew in the warlord's belly.

The liver grows legs, the heart soars, the intestines burst out like a snake, and the two lobes of the lungs stretch out of the fine, dense arthropod feet, and the brain trembles and begins to talk to itself.

Even a powerful stranger suddenly changed in this red mist, turning into a wriggling monster.

The red mist surrounded Tang Xiaomeng, but it did not continue to spread deeper.

The next moment, Qiao Du felt a gust of wind.

It's like a warm spring breeze that brings warmth.

The stimulating influence of a great teacher, like life-giving spring breezes and rain.

In an instant, the swirling red mist quickly faded, as if it had been sucked in by a colossal storm somewhere.

All the corpses dissipated with the red mist, along with Li Qing, who was no longer human.

The fog lifted.

Qiao Du heard the sound of gongs and drums.

It seemed to come from somewhere else on the street, and it was the sound announcing the end of the red fog.

This strange phenomenon suddenly appeared and disappeared suddenly, and there was no pattern to be found.

Unobservable, unpredictable, uncontrollable.

It's like a puzzle left by the gods in this world.

The restlessness in Qiao Dui's body calmed down slightly.

He then focused his attention on Tang Xiaomeng.

After all, this is the goal of his mission.

At this moment, Tang Xiaomeng can no longer be called a human at all.

The bloated lump of flesh floated in midair, opened countless eyes, and its tentacles swung in all directions, like jellyfish catching plankton.

Dissimilation.

As Zhou Mingke mentioned before.

When human beings are subjected to pollution that exceeds the limit, they will degenerate into monsters, and this process is alienation.

At this moment, from the perspective of ordinary people, Tang Xiaomeng may still be just an ordinary woman, but in the eyes of the Chosen or Transcendent who has depth, she has become such an ugly monster.

Qiao Duan didn't know what Tang Xiaomeng's depth was now, but he knew that most of this girl was hopeless.

[She is no longer saved, after falling into the abyss, she will never see the light of day again, unless someone pulls her, but who would be so stupid? 】

In the field of vision, crimson words are arranged and combined.

Yes.

Tang Xiaomeng is now in the abyss, and if he wants to float, he can only pull other people.

But there is no one else here except Qiao Dui.

"Huh?"

Qiao Du only found out at this time that Xia Yi was still alive.

The repertoire on stage has come to an end, and the last surviving person is monologizing, but the mutilation of his body no longer seems to support his recitation, and his voice is intermittent and unrealistic.

Xia Yi dragged out a long blood stain and crawled next to Tang Xiaomeng.

"You're alive."

Jotwilight came to his side and crouched down.

[He has been dying for a short time, he is hopeless, wait for death, no need to find a doctor, while he is still conscious, he can leave a suicide note, remember that the heir writes my name! ] 】

Those words flowed out of Xia Yi's blood, all over the ground.

"Listen."

Xia Yi grabbed Qiao Dui, his voice faint even in the silent banquet hall.

"Xiaomeng became a central part of a ritual that allowed . Let the pollution all be concentrated. On the core. Extract the power from within"

He used his last strength to tell Joe-Twi the secret.

"What do you want to do?"

Qiao Du had already seen this man's experience over the years in the red mist just now.

He walked in the dark, bearing infamy and enduring misunderstandings, just to deliver a crucial stab to the warlord at a critical moment.

From then on, no one would know what Xia Yi had really done.

One will only remember him as a warlord's royal literati, singing praises of virtue, reversing black and white, and dying at the New Year's banquet with the wormy rulers eroded by the red mist.

Is it all worth it?

Xia Yi looked at Qiao Dui, and he nodded slightly.

"I'm going to replace Xiaomeng with myself. Then I would like to ask you to take her away and take her to a safe place."

The man whispered, and at that moment, he did not look like a dying man, but like a high-spirited teenager.

"Offering my life in exchange for her survival, the price is insignificant."

(End of chapter)