The night wind is cold, the moon hides behind the clouds, the clouds cover the light, and the sky and the earth are gray, as if you are in a thick inkstone.
Ahead was the entrance of the ancient stone city, and Kan Wenxiao stopped in his tracks.
Seeing this, the two people behind him also stopped.
Jian Xiuyun raised his head and glanced at Kan Wenxiao. Seeing that he had no intention of speaking, he turned around and said to Lin Liaoting: "We're here, let's separate here."
"Hmm." Lin Liaoting replied in a muffled voice with his head down, looking not very interested.
Although he acted nonchalantly, he couldn't hold back his eyes, and glanced at Kan Wenxiao, but only saw the back of his head.
Seeing this, Lin Liao Ting curled his lips, said nothing, and left with his sword in his arms.
Jian Xiuyun looked at the two men and shook his head helplessly.
Lin Liao Ting found them just now, and as soon as he entered the door, without saying a word, he drew his sword and started fighting with Kan Wenxiao.
He didn't stop talking, he beat and cursed, "Where did the thief come from, and he didn't even ask who I am, you dare to bully my master..."
Jian Xiuyun stood aside but didn't interrupt.
Of course, Lin Liao Ting was not Kan Wenxiao's opponent, and he was unloaded from the sword in a short while. I don't know if it was because of his cheap talk, but in the end he was caught with both hands and hung upside down on the beam of the house.
Lin Liaoting had never suffered such humiliation since he was a child, his eyes were red with anger, and the words in his mouth were even worse.
Jian Xiuyun couldn't stand it anymore, and said to Kan Wenxiao, "Wen Xiao, stop making trouble, and put him down."
Lin Liao Ting, who was cursing at the side, became hoarse when he heard it.
It took a long time to react, and the voice became sharp in surprise, "Master, what do you call him? Wen Xiao? Are you confused, the younger brother has been dead for five years."
Kan Wenxiao raised his eyebrows because of his sound, and the corner of his mouth curled into a mocking smile.
With a casual swing, the hemp rope on the beam suddenly broke, and Lin Liaoting fell straight to the ground.
"Listen to Master, let it go." Kan Wenxiao replied with a smile, looking obedient and obedient.
Jian Xiuyun: "..."
Jian Xiuyun remembered that Lin Liaoting had tied Kan Wenxiao in the same way back then, so he didn't say anything, and helped him untie the rope with the Qinghan sword.
Lin Liaoting got up from the ground in shock, and didn't even care to pat the dust on the hem of his clothes. Instead, he stood still and stared at Kan Wenxiao for a long time before saying, "Are you really alive?"
Kan Wenxiao glanced at him, smiling coldly, "Are you disappointed?"
"No, it's not..." Lin Liaoting shook his head hastily.
"I, these years..." He seemed to want to say something, but after struggling for a long time, his lips were almost bitten, and he still didn't say anything.
Kan Wenxiao didn't seem to care, and didn't even glance at him.
The atmosphere became cold like this.
Jian Xiuyun had no choice but to start the conversation and ask about the ancient stone city.
Kan Wenxiao said that there should be no more living people in this ancient stone city. Just in case, it is better to set fire to the city. First, the corpses can be eliminated directly, and second, the person behind the scenes may be attracted.
After all, Yin corpses of this scale cannot be achieved in a day, and he will not allow them to be burned like this.
Jian Xiuyun felt that what he said made sense, so the three of them divided the work and set fire from different directions.
Because Jian Xiuyun is still injured, it is not suitable to act alone, so he and Kan Wenxiao are in charge of the north and west, while Lin Liaoting is in charge of the east and south.
After parting at the door, Jian Xiuyun and Kan Wenxiao rushed north.
This side is obviously not as rich as the south side, and there are many low-rise shantytowns.
Jian Xiuyun came to a pile of straw and was about to light a fire, only to realize that he had no fire folder.
So he turned around and asked, "Is there a fire?"
Kan heard Xiao Wenyan, nodded, and responded briefly with "yes".
Jian Xiuyun stretched out his hand, but he didn't look at Huo Zhezi. Instead, Kan Wenxiao stretched out his hand and took his hand.
Jian Xiuyun was slightly stunned, and then heard him say: "I will borrow some from Master."
As soon as his words fell, Jian Xiuyun felt warm in his palms, and waves of warmth passed from his hands.
When Kan Wenxiao's palm was removed, Jian Xiuyun saw a dark red flame suddenly rising from the palm of his hand.
Jian Xiuyun felt very miraculous.
Rao was in the distraction stage in his previous life, and his body had never undergone such a change. He could control fire and water.
Is this the privilege of being a hero
Jian Xiuyun was a little jealous.
Seeing him staring at the beam of flames, Kan Wenxiao was reluctant to blink, and said, "If Master likes it, you can borrow it from me every day."
Jian Xiuyun looked up, looked at the playful smile on his face, coughed lightly, and changed the subject in embarrassment, "These straws are dry and can be used as fire starters."
As they said that, they threw the straw on the roof and inside the house, and then lit them one by one, and soon the place became a sea of flames.
Lin Liao Ting's progress was also quite smooth, and Jian Xiuyun could see the distant flames from here.
The current climate is already dry, and the ancient stone city is full of corpses. No one can put out the fire. The dark red flames are gradually connected, almost dyeing half of the sky red.
The screams of the Yin Corpse also changed from the first few to a series.
The ancient stone city soon lost its appearance when they first came, and it was like a purgatory on earth.
Suddenly, Jian Xiuyun was attracted by a soft cry.
Different from the painful and hoarse wailing of the Yin Corpse, it can be heard that it is the cry of a child. The voice is intermittent and very soft, as if trying to suppress himself.
Jian Xiuyun followed the prestige, and then saw two people standing on the roof not far away at some point.
A tall man in a black suit, with a silver wristband on his wrist, looked at them quietly with a gloomy expression.
And beside him was a small figure.
Wearing a floral skirt, with two small buns tied up, her round eyes filled with tears, her crying shoulders twitched, she looked very pitiful.
It turned out to be Xiao Xier.
She is still alive.
Jian Xiuyun was both happy and afraid for a moment, but he was happy that the little girl was still alive. The fear is that although the man next to Xiao Xi'er didn't say a word, Jian Xiuyun guessed his identity in an instant, and he was afraid that he would kill Xiao Xi'er in a fit of anger while looking at the scene in front of him.
He should be the loose demon that Kan Wenxiao was talking about.
The fire was getting bigger and bigger, and it gradually surrounded them, but the man didn't move at all, letting the dark red fire light reflect in his eyes. It was noisy outside, but inside it was peaceful.
He didn't speak, and Jian Xiuyun naturally didn't speak, but just observed him carefully.
Looking at the man's face, Jian Xiuyun suddenly thought inappropriately: If it weren't for the overly pale complexion, his appearance could actually be called good.
He was staring at him intently, when he felt a sudden pain in his wrist. When he turned around, he saw Kan Wen Xiao Zheng looking at him with a half-smile, with a cool tone in his tone, "Master, I don't think this fire is big enough, how about it?" Add two more."