The rain fell on the south of the city, quickly dyed red by the blood that had been flowing for years, turned fishy, mixed with the dust on the road, and collected into the sewers with fine scales and debris stuck on it.

What a conspirator.

Later, the rain finally stopped pinching his nose and worried about being dirty and muddy his body, and it became more unscrupulous, flowing happily for a long time.

The thunder seemed to be scolding those originally holy rains for choosing to mix with the filth on the mortal dust, constantly venting their anger in the sky, and the thunder and lightning quickly hit the water droplets falling in the air, penetrating those crystal white beads, crushing some of them, but forming more, which was tantamount to mockery.

Some of the remnants that had rested on the ground had long since rotted and emitted a foul stench, with a layer of white slime filaments on top of it, making it feel creepy. The rain drips on it, although disgusting, but it looks very crystal clear, and hidden in the crystal clear heart are white wriggling worms, gnawing at those rotten ulna.

Lying on Yang Hejiu's back, I would occasionally see someone's fishing nets in the yard that forgot to put them away, hanging in the yard to be blown by the wind, and soaked by the water. There were also one or two small sticks of branches caught from the water, Xu Changan couldn't help but feel dissatisfied with that person's sloppiness, if it was his small net, he would naturally be reluctant to treat it like this.

It was getting dark, and some homes were starting to light up their lights, but they weren't as bright as the thunder and lightning overhead.

Yang Hejiu carried Xu Changan to the gate of the south city, this was the first time he came to this city and was about to choose to go out, he did not forget what his teacher told him, but he felt that some things might be more important, such as taking the child on his back to walk outside the city and see the sea he wanted to see.

As for the situation inside the city, he trusted the man in the north of the city. And he wasn't going to just pass by, because he had already changed the black umbrella to his right hand, and his only index finger was holding the black umbrella, which didn't look difficult.

A flash of thunder and lightning flashed, Xu Changan lay on Yang Hejiu's back and looked carefully at the illuminated side face, and asked, "There will be no problems in the city, right?"

"No, I believe him. Yang Hejiu shook his head and said.

"What about you?" Xu Changan asked again with a slight frown.

Yang Hejiu also frowned, hesitated for a moment and said, "No, you can also trust me." ”

Xu Changan smiled and nodded, "I believe in you!"

Although Yang Hejiu hesitated, this did not mean that Xu Changan would not believe him, and he had nothing to fear, he believed that Yang Hejiu alone would definitely be able to escape.

Yang Hejiu walked out of the south gate.

The ground outside the city had long been muddy from the rain, and in many places there were large sinks of sewage, and the yellow weeds were washed through by the water and dumped in the sewage as if they were dejected, and some of the more fragile roots had even begun to bare and floated in the puddles.

The vision in the distance is not clear, as if there are only these unbridled rains and rolling thunder ahead.

Yang Hejiu didn't choose to bypass those puddles, he knew that time was too important for the young man on his back, and the speed at which the mountain fell was slow, but unstoppable.

Stepping into a deep puddle of water and making a splash, the added pressure made the surrounding weeds very unhappy. When you lift forward, you will be paralyzed with mud, and so on.

The splash is getting faster and faster, and the splash is getting bigger and bigger, until the last splash has not reached the highest level it can reach, and the next splash has begun to follow.

If it weren't for Yang Hejiu's back, then Xu Changan would definitely be able to see that this picture was very similar to some kind of game that he and Yu Ming often played on the shore of the pool.

The movement of the mud being brought up seems to be unclear, and even the mud in those puddles is a little unclear, whether there is a foot on his body just now?

Xu Changan felt that the autumn wind was blowing a little cooler, and his ears began to whistle.

The black umbrella Yang Hejiu held above his head seemed to be unable to cover the rain anymore, and a large area was soaked in front of him, if you can look closely, you may be able to find that maybe Yang Hejiu's body has hit straight before the rain in front of him has fallen?!

'So fast!' This was Xu Changan's first reaction.

There was a black ghost-like figure out of the south city gate, heading south!

On the opposite side of him, there was another stout mountain-like being, each carrying a wine jar in each hand, and it went out of the north gate and headed north.

Ignoring the rain that kept hitting him, his pace was slow, but it was unusually steady.

The soft ground beneath his feet sank deep with each step, and the weeds mixed with the silt, bursting into strings of blisters that seemed to scream.

The man was already soaked, and the rain mixed with the wine poured into his mouth heroically, and he didn't know what the taste was, and the man's lips hummed and muttered to himself: "This wine is a taste of water or not." ”

Perhaps dissatisfied with the taste of this jar of wine, the man raised his sleeve and wiped his lips casually, lifted a wine jar in his right hand and threw it forward heavily!

The rain on his body was violently pulled and swayed out with his movements. Like a lion's shaking hair, it is not chic, and even looks a little embarrassed, but it will make people feel deep fear.

The wine jar is accompanied by the rain that has been swayed, like a cannonball in the sky, which seems to contain infinite power, and the rain that comes into contact with it is instantly shattered into smaller rain, and the smaller rain is blown by the autumn wind onto the wine jar that keeps spinning and moving forward, and then rejoins into its original shape, and then is abandoned on the ground.

As the wine jar progressed, the picture of breaking and reorganizing was constantly carried out.

The autumn rain from the sky frantically hit the wine jar, but it could not stop its speed, the wine jar continued to rotate, and the rain after the shattering and reorganization was constantly thrown out by its high-speed rotation speed in a circle.

If you look at it from the sky, you may be able to see a cylindrical curtain of water formed in the orbit of this parabola, which is not very conspicuous, but it does exist.

Hundreds of meters away, the soldiers who had been ordered to come had already set up temporary tents on the spot, warming themselves around the braziers in the tents, and couldn't stop lamenting that one day their hands would be stained with the blood of their own people.

They are not the strongest martial arts in this dynasty, nor are they the students of the dean of the Spirit Academy, they are just pawns who can't cross the river. They can't go backwards, they can't even sway from side to side like Bi Siqian, they can only follow orders to move forward, but this doesn't mean that they don't have a trace of humanity at all.

For those who fled out of the city, if they were not instructed to never take the initiative to stop and kill, but turned a blind eye and pretended to turn a blind eye, and as for the siege of the city, they did not want to have this day.

War horses are silently fighting against this autumn rain outside the tent. Suddenly, the horse began to panic, kicking and beating its front hooves as if it was under great threat, and its nostrils were blowing heavily out, as if trying to blow all those fears away.

The next moment, a wine jar slammed into the camp tent next to it!

At the moment of contact, the jar exploded, the pillars of the makeshift tent began to shatter and break, the tent cloth was lifted away, and the wooden stakes that had been driven deep into the ground were uprooted along with the weeds and mud, all of which happened so fast that no one could even react to the change overhead.

It's still the same as before.

Without shelter from the wind and rain, the fire in the brazier was quickly wet by the rain, making a sizzling sound, and then wisps of unwilling green smoke came out, and the temperature dropped rapidly, until no trace of residual heat could be felt.

The residual heat was followed by a burst, a trace of cold, cold. No, it's cold!

The steam rising from above the brazier seemed to remind the stunned soldiers: 'Your tent seems to have been blown away by the wind.' ’

The wind blows cold, and the rain on the body is cold.

But the cooling is not limited to wind and rain, and the cold in the heart is the cold.

It wasn't until a warrior couldn't help but sneeze that everyone came to their senses, hurriedly put on armor and held spears, and sandwiched their legs between their horses to observe the surrounding situation uneasily.

But there was no situation around, they didn't know where the enemy was, and they couldn't imagine what kind of existence could instantly lift the tent above their heads.

The friendly troops in the surrounding tents also came out one after another when they heard the movement, and when they saw those colleagues sitting on war horses, they didn't forget to laugh and say: "Look, look, this is the consequence of laziness and slacking off, and even your own nest is not good, if there is a war one day, it will be cannon fodder." ”

This sentence caused a burst of laughter, but after laughing, he quickly reacted that something was wrong, and hurriedly returned to the camp to put on his armor, carry a spear, and ride a war horse to be vigilant about the changes around him.

One of the cavalrymen went a long way north to find the tent that had been 'blown away', and frowned when he looked at the broken fragments of the wine jar on the ground, and then he dipped his hand in a little and put it in his mouth to taste it, although the jar of wine had been mixed very lightly by the rain, but at least he could still taste it.

As if facing a great enemy, he hurried back to the camp to report it.

"A wine jar?"

Everyone couldn't accept that a flying wine jar would blow up the entire tent, but they also knew that there was a group of monsters in this world, and just because they couldn't do it didn't mean that others couldn't do it.

In fact, even those others are rarely able to do it.

Silently staring at the direction of the city, the small raised dots on the back of the hands that clenched the spears, the hairs that the rain could not smooth, and the difficult up-and-down movements of their throats all hinted at their current mood.