"It doesn't hurt. Xia Yubing bandaged Tang Qian's hands very gently, the hands that had been exposed were useless in Xia Yubing's eyes, she looked at Tang Qian with a smile and grinning.

Tang Qian said: "It hurts, it naturally hurts." ”

"Then you were still there just now? When we are newcomers, we still behave like this, and we are still handsome? It's a mountain and a sky?" Xia Yubing was still smiling when he said these words, and he didn't have any emotions that should be in these words, but the strength of his subordinates increased a little, making Tang Qian's face turn white.

On the other hand, the lifelong monk couldn't help but remind: "Female benefactor, in fact, even if he is injured, he is not the cripple of the Jianghu people, even if he can actually hold a sword, then he is still quite strong." ”

Although Xia Yubing was silent, he still looked disdainful, his eyes were like an old elder, looking at Tang Qian, a junior who didn't cherish his body, which made Tang Qian also embarrassed.

It's hard for him to say, in fact, he said it to Sima who was drifting away, and he couldn't explain it to Xia Yubing, if he didn't use his own blood, the spell of this fishy wind would not be easy to break, and the fishy wind was made of resentment, if you want to deal with this kind of monster, you can only use some extraordinary means, or else it will be similar to the way those exorcism and deception techniques are used to deceive the people, and get some treasures that are just and yang, although those Jianghu warlocks are essentially deceiving, but theoretically speaking, it is actually valid.

But Tang Qian really doesn't have this kind of thing.

And the other way is actually that Tang Qian uses his spell in the blood, and the fishy wind draws the blood with Tang Qian's spell, which makes it more convenient for Tang Qian to directly block the body of the fishy wind, which is not easy to catch as if it is the wind.

However, these complicated things, Tang Qian thought that even if he said it, Xia Yubing would scoff at it - you, Tang Qian, obviously failed to show off, so find a reason for yourself.

Thinking of this, Tang Qian simply didn't say anything.

The blood rain was still falling, and Tang Qian's hand was stretched out to the temple of a lifelong monk and bandaged by Xia Yubing.

Even so, Tang Qian's blood would still melt into a deep hole in the ground of the temple, and the eyelids of the monks hiding in the temple jumped straight at it, if it weren't for the lifelong monk who protected this group of monks with his own strength, they would probably have to propose not to even let Tang Qian reach inside.

Maybe only Zhou Sheng saw it, Zhou Sheng wouldn't say that Tang Qian's blood made the golden film outside the entire temple brighten a little bit, and this little bit was so small that Zhou Sheng was a little unsure if he was dazzled.

Both hands were strips of cloth that Xia Yubing had torn off with his own clothes, and they were already entangled, so Tang Qian got up: "I just went to check something, I just seemed to find that there are still some ordinary people here, and it is also interesting, they probably used some magic weapons from the government to insist on getting here, maybe there is the pavilion chief of this village." ”

Before, they wanted to find the pavilion chief.

"Find this pavilion chief, and then ask if you know Zhou Dafu. Tang Qian had already turned around, but Xia Yubing knew that these words were said to himself, but Zhou Sheng also turned around, and even ran faster, to find the pavilion chief.

He may have thought that these words were spoken to himself.

The rain in the sky was still falling, and the blood was darker.

The fishy wind has been split by Tang Qian's sword, but there is still blood rain.

Tang Qian walked straight to Yizhuang.

It was a dilapidated, even somewhat eerie mud house.

Yizhuang is a place to put corpses, almost every village and town has them, whether it is a lonely widow in the village who dies, or a corpse seen in the wilderness, it will eventually converge to Yizhuang.

There was no one to help with the funeral, so naturally the government could only help.

To Tang Qian's surprise, the Yizhuang in Zhoujia Village was not small, and it was surprisingly full.

There are many meanings of full, and the "full" that Tang Qian encountered was not the same as what ordinary people encountered.

Tang Qian walked in, there were many corpses lying on the beds in rows, there was no one in the Yizhuang, but there were many coffins, these coffins were prepared for the dead people in the Yizhuang.

The difference is that all the dead people in the entire Yizhuang sat up.

Tang Qian even breathed a little lighter.

There were no more people in Yizhuang except for Tang Qian, and even a few villagers who had been sucked dry by the blood rain also sat up.

Tang Qian actually coughed lightly again.

All the dead people in Yizhuang looked at Tang Qian.

Tang Qian walked towards the first person, and he asked, "Are you Zhou Da?" The dead man shook his head, his body was almost decayed, and even his head had dried up into a skull, but he still tried to raise his hand that had turned into a bone, and then pointed deeper.

Tang Qian walked forward again.

The corpse he had just asked actually got up and followed behind Tang Qian, the flesh on this person's body was almost rotten, so he walked very slowly, but he still followed Tang Qian.

Tang Qian walked around and asked, the more he asked, the more corpses he followed, and he walked deeper and deeper, this Yizhuang didn't seem to see the end, the corpses behind him had slowly blocked him, Tang Qian seemed to gradually step into endless darkness.

It rained all day and night.

A lifelong monk sat at the door of the broken temple for a day and a night, until the film outside the broken temple flickered, and all the people who were sheltering from the rain in the broken temple were frightened, and the monk yawned, and the rain in the sky stopped.

It's like those blood rains haven't appeared, and even like a blink of an eye, the sun hanging high above Zhoujia Village can be seen.

Zhou Sheng was more anxious than Xia Yubing, more excited than a lifelong monk, pulling a pavilion chief with a long beard, and rushed out of the temple, Xia Yubing followed, and the lifelong monk raised his hand and said sorry, he needed to rest.

Xia Yubing is naturally understood.

There were a lot of red things on the ground that seemed to be crystallized, and Zhou Sheng completely ignored those beside him, just urging the pavilion chief to go faster and go to the pavilion chief's house to get the roster. Xia Yubing observed curiously for a while, she and Tang Qian had learned not to hold everything with their hands, and they had also learned how not to be in danger while satisfying their curiosity as much as possible.

She was able to deduce that this was what the blood rain in the sky looked like after it coagulated, because the smell of blood was very strong, and when she thought that these were made of the blood of thousands of people, Xia Yubing took a detour when she saw this red crystal, and she was even a little afraid to look at it.

After hearing that Zhou Sheng and Xia Yubing were following Tang Qian, and Tang Qian was a friend of the monk who saved all the people who entered the broken temple, he cooperated very well with Zhou Sheng to find the roster, and then determined that they were going to a place.

Yizhuang.