Chu Qianxun lived in a zigzag-shaped building.
There are many residents in the building and it is very crowded. Each floor is divided into 20 or 30 small rooms, crowded with hundreds of people. The sound insulation effect is very poor, you can hear clearly upstairs and downstairs eating, drinking, fighting and doing things.
Holding an amphora in one hand and firewood in the other, Chu Qianxun lowered his head to wear through the assorted clothes hanging in the corridor, and got into the common kitchen built in the courtyard.
The walls in the kitchen were blackened by smoke, and there was a circle of earthen stoves around. In this era, electricity has become an expensive resource. If you want to eat something warm, you can only cook with a fire.
Chu Qian found an empty stove, boiled a small pot of water skillfully, broke apart a piece of bean cake in his hand and threw it into the pot. This brown-yellow bean cake is made from the residue left after the soybean juice is squeezed. It is hard and dry. It is difficult to swallow without soaking in water. , has now become a staple food for most people.
Chu Qianxun stirred the brown-yellow bean porridge in the pot, thinking about how many demons he had left.
Today, the universal currency of mankind is a green crystal called the Demon Seed. Killing monsters in the wild can get demons from their bodies. All saints with supernatural abilities need to use demons to improve their abilities, so demons have become the only circulation goods other than food.
Although his body hadn't fully recovered yet, Chu Qianxun knew that he couldn't rest any longer. She planned to wait for Gao Yan and the others to return from this demon hunt, and then report to the squad leader that she was going to participate in the next demon hunt.
The yellow-brown bean paste began to boil, and Chu Qianxun took out a half-green half-red tomato from his pocket.
She planted a few tomatoes in the earthen pot on her windowsill. She hadn't watered them for a few days. Not only did they not dry out, but she even managed to produce a half-ripe fruit, which made Chu Qianxun very happy.
The two women on the stove opposite her watched with admiration as she cut that precious vitamin-rich food horizontally, and threw it into the pot with not even the stalk left.
"Recently, I have to save some food and reserve more food." The woman said to her companion beside her.
"It doesn't have to be like this. Now that 'human demon' Ye Peitian is in Beizhen, dozens of kilometers away. God's Love has gathered dozens of masters around here and surrounded and suppressed them for a few days. Who knows what the final result will be. , will it affect Spring City, we little people should do more preparations."
"I heard that Ye Peitian is a pervert who kills without blinking an eye. I hope those bosses can do more. This time, this devil can really be wiped out, so that we can go out to hunt demons with peace of mind."
When the name Ye Peitian came, Chu Qianxun's mind suddenly appeared a man's face, that man had a clean smile, and often held his hand with a red face in the dream world.
Chu Qianxun shook his head, eliminating the unrealistic thoughts in his mind.
Don't think about it, it's just a dream, just pinch your tail and live your own little life, don't provoke those terrifying characters.
She poured out a pot of simmering dark dishes, and walked towards the house with a crock pot.
Just after reaching the door, several saints separated from the crowd and carried a man covered in blood into Chu Qianxun's next door.
"What's going on?" Chu Qianxun put down the food in his hand and rushed over.
Gao Yan was lying on the bed, her face was pale, her delicate eyebrows were tightly twisted together, her abdomen seemed to be bitten by some kind of huge creature, and most of her body at the waist-span position was mutilated. Red blood seeped from the bandages that had been tangled on her body, and instantly dyed the entire bed sheet red.
She is still alive, but not far from death. Even a saint whose recovery ability is far better than ordinary people can't survive such a serious injury.
Chu Qianxun knew several men who sent Gao Yan back, and one of them was Wang Dazhi, the team leader of Chu Qianxun's team.
Wang Dazhi and the others looked at Gao Yan on the bed and shook his head. He didn't plan to do anything more.
As a teammate, in this era of people dying every day, it is quite interesting to be able to bring her back and let her die at home.
"You were in a coma before, and Yanzi took care of you. You look at her, wait for her to leave, and then ask us to help." Wang Dazhi patted Chu Qianxun on the shoulder, preparing to lead him away.
"Wait a minute." Chu Qianxun stopped them, "Please healer, Captain, please help me to invite a healer to come here."
Wang Dazhi was a little surprised, but he didn't see that Chu Qianxun and Gao Yan had such a good relationship on weekdays.
Saints with healing ability are called healers. High-level healers are a very popular profession in this era, and it is expensive to invite them to come. No one would want to waste that money on a dying man who is irretrievably dying.
The healer who was invited was a tall and thin middle-aged woman. She glanced at Gao Yan in a pool of blood, turned and left.
"It's already dead, what are you calling me to do?"
"Please do your best," Chu Qianxun held her back, "As long as the bleeding is stopped, it can be delayed for a few days."
She respectfully handed over the bag of Demon Seeds in her hand. The female saint weighed the bag in her hand, snorted, and her hands lit up with a white light, shining on the huge wound on Gao Yan's waist.
The people in the house withdrew,
Chu Qianxun changed a sheet for Gao Yan, looked at her face, and sat silently beside her bed in a daze.
Gao Yan was pale and full of cold sweat, but she was still conscious. She turned her face away and didn't look at Chu Qianxun beside the bed.
"Inside the electric fan." Gao Yan's voice came from the back of her head.
Chu Qianxun didn't react for a while. "What did you say?"
"Open the base of the electric fan." Gao Yan said again lightly.
Chu Qianxun turned over the small rusted electric fan that had been left in the corner of her room.
I opened the base, and there was a bag wrapped in layers. When I opened the bag, I saw that all the green things were demons.
"It's cheap for you, take it." Gao Yan said, "Sooner or later, there will be such a day, and the old lady is tired of living in such a world."
Chu Qianxun stared at the bag for a while, then closed the bag that glowed with green light.
"No, you are waiting for me, there is still a chance, I will go to Beizhen. Go buy your medicine."
In this world ruled by major religions, there is a huge religious organization called Divine Love. It once produced a potion that can live the flesh and bones of the dead, which is said to be a gift from God to save the world, hence the name Holy Blood.
But Chu Qianxun knew how filthy and cruel the truth behind this bright and holy myth was.
If what you see in the dream is true, then the so-called holy blood is actually just the flesh and blood of the demon Ye Peitian.
In the early days of the advent of the Demon Seed, the God Love Organization of a small pharmaceutical group found Ye Peitian who was seriously injured in a closed warehouse, and unexpectedly learned that Ye Peitian's flesh and blood, who is an immortal, has a recovery ability that is different from ordinary people. . These seemingly charitable church personnel brutally imprisoned Ye Peitian, who was still very weak at the time, and took advantage of his immortality to repeatedly extract his flesh and blood to make a divine medicine and holy blood, and declared that it was a gift from God. Believers, wantonly expand their power.
Today, there is no holy blood to buy on the market, but in Beizhen, where the heavy research institute of God's love is located, there is still a chance to buy one or two holy blood at a high price on the black market. Chu Qianxun wants to give Gao Yan a try.
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A icy moon hangs in the sky,
Under the moonlight, there was a battlefield covered with yellow sand.
Almost all the saints on this battlefield felt remorse at this moment. They had been fighting for three whole days, and they died without knowing how many comrades in arms, and almost exhausted their abilities. But the man covered in blood was still standing in the yellow sand, as if he would never be killed or fall down.
There were blood-red sand grains lingering around him, and he walked step by step.
The evil ghost under the moonlit night, the Shura in hell, is terrifying.
An almost invisible transparent spider silk stuck to the advancing human demon's hand, and the human demon's deadly eyes rolled and stopped.
In an instant, countless silver chains appeared along the seemingly fragile spider silk, tightly wrapped around Ye Peitian's hands, and hoisted him up in the air.
"Caught, I caught him!" The saint who successfully performed a special ability sneak attack was ecstatic, "Quick, come on, everyone! Cut off his legs first."
Ye Peitian raised his slender eyebrows, but the man who was bound seemed to see something interesting that made him happy, and his wanton laughter came from the sand and dust in the sky.
The yellow sand rolled in the air, wrapped around his arms, and twisted his own arms.
The freed devil emerged from the sand and dust, and rushed towards the enemy who was besieging him.
The sneak attacker in the distance turned and ran, the blood-red sand scattered in the air, condensed into a pair of giant palms, and caught up with him.
Along with the piercing screams, the blood flowed down from the gaps between the sand grains.
"The devil... the devil." The fighting spirit of the saints who were besieging the demons finally collapsed, and they began to turn around and flee.
After three days and nights of bloody battle, the battlefield returned to silence.
Covering the sand dunes for miles around, they have become the graves of those who are greedy.
The cold moon is bright, the night wind blows, and on the dead sand dunes, corpses are scattered everywhere, blood flows into rivers,
A broken human and demon, lying in a sea of blood on a mountain of corpses, with his eyes open, he quietly looked at the full moon in the sky. His arms were broken, his abilities were exhausted, his body was wounded, and he had lost the ability to move. At this time, even if a child with a knife came, he could cut off his head.
But he doesn't care, living is a torment for him, and death is what he can't ask for.
"It's so boring, I still can't die. Is this God's punishment for a demon like me?" He cracked the corners of his mouth and laughed silently.
Look, the ground is full of his blood, his remains. That's what those people came to snatch like locusts.
Although he, Ye Peitian, lived a lifeless life, he just wanted to mix the things that those people are rushing for into the yellow sand and bury them in the depths of the ground, and he didn't want to take advantage of those despicable despicable people in vain.
The full moon in the night sky was gradually covered by clouds, and Ye Peitian's face darkened.
He's a notorious murderer with a terrifying reputation that everyone fears.
No one knew that he had a ridiculous weakness, that he was a terrifying monster who was afraid of the dark.
In the early days of the Demon Seed, he was locked in the boundless darkness for three months. Since then, no matter how strong he became, he could not get rid of the extreme fear of darkness in his heart.
He couldn't help but pray in his heart that the moonlight would not disappear. But he knew it was useless, there never seemed to be anyone or anything in the world that could answer his prayers.
In fact, he was used to dealing with fear, and in countless experiences told him that the only way to face pain was to endure it—whether he could endure it or not.
The last gleam of the bright moon was about to fade away, and the darkness turned into a cold hand that began to climb up his skin, and would soon cover his mouth and nose, grab his heart, and drag him into a world where he can't breathe middle.
There was a small noise in the jungle on the edge of the dunes.
Ye Peitian's eyes rolled, and at the edge of the dark forest, a small firelight lit up, and the orange-yellow firelight illuminated a small face, and that face was looking at it.