In this foul-smelling fog, there were countless pieces of iron scraping sharply. The sound was like an earth dragon crawling on the stone. Sparks burst out when its scales collided with the stone, so it made a thin and eerie sound.
The sound rushed into his mouth, nose and eardrums along with the stench, torturing his sanity, making Ye Qingxuan's eyes suddenly darken and making it difficult to move.
"Woof! Woof! Woof!"
In the blur, he suddenly heard a sharp roar from Lao Fei, and then Lao Fei bit him hard on the thigh.
Lao Fei was truly a fierce man among dogs and a rogue among dogs. This bite was as vicious as ever, so painful that it could make people roll on the floor, with tears and snot flowing out of their noses.
But Ye Qingxuan suddenly woke up.
Then Fei turned around and took another bite, which restored the frightened Vito to normal.
This kind of painful therapy is simple, vigorous and effective, but it is not entirely selfless. At least Ye Qingxuan felt that Lao Fei was taking revenge on him for not leaving sausages for himself.
Now, Lao Fei looked at him sideways. Every time Lao Fei looked at him with such disdainful eyes, it always contained the meaning of hating iron for not becoming steel, which made Ye Qingxuan feel that he was really useless. He had made no progress over the years, and he still had to rely on you, big brother, to save his life every time. , really ashamed and troubled.
But Lao Fei just turned around and whipped the two idiots twice with his tail skillfully, signaling them not to stand there stupidly and to follow them quickly.
The stench can confuse other people's senses, but it cannot fool Lao Fei.
He could smell Ye Qingxuan secretly eating sausages from half a town away, and it was no exaggeration to be able to run back following the smell.
But now, while running wildly, Ye Qingxuan felt that the sharp sound of iron scraping was getting closer. In such a huge fog, the other party finally locked their area... What will be waiting for them next
"Ye! It's shaking more and more!"
Vito looked at the black box. The instruments in the box made a shocking low sound.
The next moment, the low hum in the box suddenly erupted, as if a sharp friction sound erupted from their feet in response!
"Build it up with iron bars, iron bars, iron bars..."
That was the deep voice in the mist giving an order again!
So, iron grew out of the tree, right in front of Ye Qingxuan!
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On that dense withered tree trunk, iron branches broke out, like bamboo shoots or some kind of proliferating crystals, splitting crazily. In an instant, an "iron railing" appeared out of thin air, cutting off the front.
They are thorns that are difficult for all living things to cross. They rub against each other and make a tiny sound, forming countless spikes. The steel is the branch, and the thorn blade is the leaf.
Those thorns were growing and closing rapidly, like two big hands slapping toward the middle, trying to trap them to death.
But Lao Fei didn't care about this. He yelled and motioned for the two losers behind him to follow him, then accelerated and rushed towards the thorny jungle of death.
This is really a ferocious and vicious old dog. It hates itself and is even more vicious to others. Not only did he go up the mountain of swords, but he also asked his two younger brothers to jump into the fire pit with him.
There was only a moment, and Ye Qingxuan had no time to hesitate, his eyes were fierce, and he joined Lao Fei in this life-threatening run.
He ran past the rapidly growing iron ridges. He could almost feel the coolness of the iron blades grazing the corners of his eyes, and his heart was completely chilled.
Lao Fei jumped out of the thorn bush so fast that he didn't even lose a hair. Ye Qingxuan followed closely, but only suffered a few cuts. The worst one was Vito. In the end, he almost rolled out on the ground. His clothes were all scratched and his pants were half torn, which was extremely funny.
With no time to hesitate, Ye Qingxuan took Vito and ran away. The fog was so thick that he could hardly breathe.
There was an angry breath in the singing, the pitch suddenly increased by eight points, and the mist began to dance crazily.
Countless palms suddenly appeared in the wildly dancing mist. Those illusory palms passed over Lao Fei in front and Vito in the back, and went straight towards Ye Qingxuan.
Ye Qingxuan was stunned. He tried his best to dodge, but he was too late to dodge every palm.
Those palms don't even have substance, but they all carry weak power. One or two are just resistance like a breeze, but once the speed decreases, they are captured by more and more palms.
In an instant, Ye Qingxuan was covered with palms, and they clamped down on the young man, making it difficult for him to move even an inch.
"Hey, you're not so unlucky, are you?"
He froze and muttered to himself. An uneasy feeling arose in my heart.
"leaf!"
Vito rushed over with red eyes. Faster than him was Lao Fei. Lao Fei rushed towards those hands like crazy, fighting with the invisible palms, but those hands ignored Lao Fei and grabbed more and more hands. Towards Ye Qingxuan.
Those palms were like evil spirits, wrapping him up layer by layer and pulling him into the fog.
At the same time, the low singing voice suddenly became louder.
Among the countless dead trees, the iron edges broke out again, and the thorns began to increase in value again. This time they gathered together and turned into a burst of iron currents. The thorns were growing and entwining towards Ye Qingxuan.
This time... I will completely crush him to pieces!
At that moment, Ye Qingxuan heard the sound of countless iron pieces rubbing together one after another, like the sound of frost condensing and breaking. The mist was broken through by countless knotted iron thorns. Extending forward, piercing everything.
They are coming towards me.
Ye Qingxuan struggled hard, but was pulled into the restraints and was helpless.
At the last moment, he only had time to hear an angry roar, and then the yellow shadow jumped up high, blocking in front of him, biting the invisible palms with all his strength.
"Old Fei!"
Ye Qingxuan was stunned. He saw Lao Fei's hind legs entangled in those thorns. But Lao Fei was angry. He refused to admit defeat, and the ground was dripping with blood.
"Old Fei!!!" Ye Qingxuan shouted: "Get out of here!"
Do you think this is useful? He suddenly felt scared in his heart.
This old dog was angry. He didn't listen to anything, bared his teeth, drooled, and his eyes were red. It wants to stand in front of this person and bite those invisible enemies. He doesn't care even if he is killed by invisible enemies.
The iron branches wrapped around Ye Qingxuan's neck.
So, it went crazy and rushed to death.
Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand to shake it off, but was unable to do anything.
Until now, he finally felt fear.
Once again, overwhelmed by tangible despair.
It's like the fear of having nothing when I was ten years old, like falling in the snow and struggling with a high fever, like my mother's whisper before she died... It's a fear of losing something, a fear of having something. The pain of something being crushed.
My heart was trembling, and it was about to beat out of my chest with rage. Then the blood swelled in his body, causing veins to rise from his cheeks, and his blood vessels were about to burst.
All the power gathered in his chest, burning his heart like lava, as if he wanted to penetrate through layers of barriers to touch the forbidden area...
Then, he heard a clear voice coming from the back of his hand.
—It was like a familiar voice was sighing.
He lowered his head in astonishment and saw the ring wrapped with silver threads on his fingertips emitting light. A long dragon's roar burst out in the void, and an invisible shock came from his fingers, tearing apart a piece of white mist.
At his fingertips, the white mist was disturbed and pulled into a whirlpool by invisible forces. In the whirlpool, the scorching sun that clearly shouldn't exist here bursts out, illuminating all the darkness.
That's an illusion.
But the hallucination was so real, so real that he could sense the ether again. That kind of power filled the sky and filled the earth. They come with the wind and scatter in the mist, causing ripples in layers.
After a moment, the illusion dissipated with that sigh.
However, the iron branches and thorns coiled up layer by layer were stagnant, as if they could not find their target and fell into confusion. They were twisting around in confusion, not knowing what to do.
That feeling was so fleeting that there was no time to think about it.
Ye Qingxuan only had time to hug Lao Fei, took out the prison cage, and rolled on the ground in confusion.
Immediately afterwards, irresistible drowsiness and darkness hit him, and the hallucination of that moment drained all his strength. It was as if the whole person was hollowed out in an instant and it was difficult to breathe.
"Leaves! Leaves!"
It was like someone was shouting his name loudly and shaking him hard.
Before the last of his consciousness dissipated, he used his last strength to point in a direction.
"Go from there to the church..."
He fell into darkness.
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Just half a minute later, a thin figure walked out of the dark forest.
In the thick darkness of night, he seemed to be able to identify the terrain and roads without relying on his eyes, and the journey was smooth.
At the end, he stopped somewhere and looked coldly around the wreckage. Pierced by steel thorns, there was nothing left... Those damn thieves had escaped.
What he couldn't understand more than his anger was why the "Fog Demon" lost control for a moment just now
Among countless steel thorns, he stared coldly in the direction where the thieves were fleeing, but suddenly, his cold expression froze - the resonance between the instrument and him disappeared? !
He ran along the last remaining traces, and finally stopped beside a river. He stared at the rushing river in front of him and roared angrily.
The smell of blood still lingers in the wet mud beside the river.
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ten minutes later.
At the other end of the town, there was a knock on the back door of the church. Over and over again, until the priest pushed the back door open and froze in place.
At the door, a wet boy was carrying his companion on his back, and there was a wet dog next to him. The old dog still had a black box filled with water in its mouth. On the boy's back, the fainting white-haired boy was almost out of breath.
"Ye Zi is dying."
Vito, whose lips turned purple from the cold: "Father, save him, he asked me to find a man called Wolf Flute."
"Come in." Ben stepped out of the way and quickly closed the door after they all entered.
He took the white-haired boy from Vito's back, hurriedly walked in the corridor, and finally kicked open the door of the room almost violently.
Behind the door, Wolf Flute, who was reading a novel with a pipe in his mouth, was almost frightened and rolled out of bed. He looked at the priest who rushed into his room in amazement. Soon, he saw in his hand the Oriental boy who had been talking and laughing with him during the day.
He was soaked all over, had fainted, and was barely breathing.
"Hey, you won't be so strong, will you?"
He looked at the fainting Ye Qingxuan blankly: "There is no need to commit suicide by jumping into the river if you can't be a musician."
"Stop talking nonsense."
Ben tore off the boy's shirt and pointed at the boy's bloody heart: "Heart sound, revive the heartbeat, save him."
"It's really fatal." Lang Di looked down at the wound on his waist that had just been healed, and was about to cry.
At this moment, Lang Di deeply realized what it means to cry to redeem all the sins he had done.