Shen Qingzhu sat in front of the mountain wall, covering his wounds, his brain was running rapidly, and his mind flashed back to the terrain when he had just fled, looking for a way to break through the blockade of these demons and leave here.

At this moment, Shen Qingzhu felt that his palm was more and more itchy, he subconsciously scratched it twice, and suddenly felt that it was not right, and stretched out the palm in front of his eyes.

His pupils contracted suddenly!

I saw that in the palm of my left hand, I don't know when, a thumb-sized sarcoma actually grew.

The sarcoma was soaked in the blood of the palm of the hand, and it squirmed slightly, as if something was about to break out of it, and it was extremely itchy.

The location where the sarcoma grew was exactly where he had touched the ashes falling from the sky with the palm of his hand.

As it gradually grew and squirmed, Shen Qingzhu's ears began to murmur faintly, although it was only as subtle as a mosquito, but its appearance still made Shen Qingzhu's heart chuckle!

"Cthulhu?!"

Having dealt with Hongyue in the fishing village, of course he knew what this murmur meant, his eyes flashed, and he didn't care about the fatal wound on his waist and abdomen, and the whole person quickly got up from the ground!

A grim look flashed across his face.

Smack——!!

A crisp snap of fingers sounded, and the surrounding air quickly compressed into a thin invisible blade, which rubbed the air, flowing wisps of fiery flames attached to the blade.

With the light hook of Shen Qingzhu's fingertips, the air blade was aimed at his left hand, and he slashed out without hesitation.

I heard a muffled grunt of pain, and half of my palm fell to the ground.

The flames attached to the surface of the blade temporarily burned the wound on the palm of the hand, preventing a large amount of blood from being lost, but the severe pain still continued to impact Shen Qingzhu's mind.

He gritted his teeth, his face turned pale, but his eyes were fixed on the half of his palm in the pool of blood, and the wriggling sarcoma in the palm of his palm.

He was more afraid of being contaminated by Cthulhu than death, and if this knife didn't succeed in stopping their invasion, the next one would be aimed at his neck.

I saw that in the pool of blood, the sarcoma attached to the half-cut palm squirmed frantically for a moment, and a tiny crack was split from the middle, and countless red worms crawled between the sarcomas, forming a red eyeball the size of a mung bean.

This eyeball looked around, and finally landed on Shen Qingzhu, who was pale in front, and then, the four fingers connected to the palm seemed to come to life, and with a flick of the fingers, this half of the palm turned over in mid-air and fell steadily, like a four-legged sarcoma spider, quickly crawling towards Shen Qingzhu!

What the hell is this?

Shen Qingzhu's eyes froze, his right hand snapped his fingers, and the half of the palm on the ground was rapidly compressed by the air, squeezed and deformed, and as a fireball ignited, it was completely scorched into charcoal.

Looking at the disgusting black meat mud in front of him, Shen Qingzhu took a deep breath, and his beating heart finally calmed down.

When he turned his head again to look at the ashes dancing wildly outside the mountain, his eyes had completely changed.

He was only touched by the ashes a little, and it had such a terrifying effect, if he was exposed to this ash all the time...... What kind of monster should it become?

Shen Qingzhu withdrew his gaze from the ashes flying in the sky, glanced at the demon hovering above the mountain, and then looked down at the deteriorating wound on his waist, and after a moment, smiled bitterly.

He leaned against the wall of the mountain, sat down slowly, took a cigarette from his bosom and lit it, took it in his mouth, and took a deep breath, the hazy smoke covering his pale countenance.

He wasn't going to go out and fight hard.

After going out, if he is alive, his air barrier can prevent these ashes from touching him, but once he bleeds too much and dies, and is besieged to death by demons alive, then his body will fall into the ashes, and sooner or later he will become a monster...... Rather than that, he might as well wait here quietly to die, at least the corpse can be decent.

He stretched out his right hand and touched his chest, touching something hard.

He let out a long sigh and closed his eyes.

The firelight spread little by little along the cigarette roll, and the burning embers were blown away by the breeze blowing through the cracks in the ground, and in the gradually thinning smoke, Shen Qingzhu's body became cold little by little.

……

Two figures were in the crack of the mountain, speeding rapidly.

An Qingyu observed the surroundings, and subconsciously clasped the palm of his hand with his fingertips, which seemed to be a little itchy.

Lin Qiye's figure in front of him paused, and suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" An Qingyu asked.

"There's a valley ahead." Lin Qiye retracted his mental power perception, and his expression was a little weird, "And ......"

"And what?"

"There's a lot of resentment gathering there, and it's a little weird."

An Qingyu frowned slightly, and looked up at the sky, "There's no time to take a detour...... Can you just escape into the void and pass through it like you did just now? ”

"The valley isn't too big, it should be fine."

Lin Qiye made a rough estimate and nodded slightly.

[Chopping White] can indeed take people into the void, but it can't stay for a long time, plus Lin Qiye still has to take An Qingyu, the burden of the two people will last even longer, but with the speed of the two of them, it shouldn't be difficult to cross the valley in a short time.

Lin Qiye pulled out the [Chopping White] and grabbed An Qingyu, and the figures of the two disappeared at the same time.

After returning to the black and white void world, the two of them immediately moved forward at full speed, and in a few moments, they passed through the narrow mountain crevice, and suddenly opened up in front of them, and came to a valley.

After stepping into this valley, An Qingyu immediately understood what Lin Qiye meant by "strange".

The ashes in the sky were scattered like snow, soaking the surrounding black peaks and valleys into gray, and the ashes piled up on the ground were about thirty or forty centimeters high, and in this dead and silent world, countless black shadows were standing in the flying ashes, clasping their hands together, looking up reverently at the cracks in the sky that were constantly sprinkling ashes.

All of these are resentful spirits.

An Qingyu was about to turn his head, and he swept into a familiar figure and stumbled out of the crack.

It was the greedy resentment they had seen in the cracks of the earth, constantly searching for "gold".

His scrawny body crawled rapidly through the piles of ash, as if searching for large stones, and one by one the gray-white ashes fell on his body, quickly staining it gray.

After he climbed for more than ten seconds, his body suddenly shook, like a stone sculpture, lying in the ashes.

After a long time, he raised his head stiffly, and his empty eyes stared at the ashes that kept falling above his head, and gradually appeared to be frenzied and excited!