With a muffled groan, they all fainted, lost consciousness, and fell into a deep darkness.
☆、chapter30
Confused, Ye Zhao seemed to have dreamed of those recurring fragments—
The long and dull drum sound "dong dong-dong-" sounded rhythmically, accompanied by a low blowing horn, strong and powerful, after being covered in dust for too many years, it was dug out from the depths of memory again...
It's like the camera's long arm slowly zooming in on the camera, and every time the drumstick falls on the animal hide, a faint smoke is raised.
There were neat footsteps, accompanied by fine silver bells and the clear sound of metal colliding.
The red linen has gradually become brighter from the old, the two pairs of golden eyes on the hideous mask are real and strange, and a low voice comes from the corners of the mouth of the bright red cracked mask, with the rhythm of the drums, and the tone is strange: "… Uncle Xiong eats the charm, eats the simple food is ominous, takes the blame of all the food, Birch eats the dream, Qiang Liang and Zu Ming eat the parasite of death together... He Ru body, pull Ru dry, cut your meat, pump your lungs and intestines, you Don't hurry, the latter is for food..."
He saw dozens of beasts in the middle of the long queue, some with sharp horns, some with long hair dragging to the ground, and some with the appearance of beasts... One of them was born with the appearance of a white tiger with hanging eyes, mighty and strong, Every step of the way, the muscles of the whole body will show a smooth and powerful sense of flow, and the huge pair of wings on the back will open and close slightly with the movement...
It took two steps and suddenly turned its head, its smoky golden eyes squinting slightly, and then swooped over, its white wings spread out, setting off a strong demonic wind. The black yin shadow instantly shrouded the top of people's heads, with a huge sense of oppression that cannot be ignored, making people can't help but close their eyes...
After the winged white tiger landed, it turned into a man, tall and powerful, with distinct eyebrows, slightly raised eyes, and the eyebrows seemed to be slightly wrinkled forever, looking a little sharp, and the raised corners of his lips made him look lazy and lazy. Without being arrogant.
Ye Zhao looked a little stunned in the dream, opened his mouth, his voice was dry, and hesitantly spit out that person's name: "...Nie...Renyan?"
Another tiger roar that shook the mountains and forests pulled Ye Zhao out of the dream. His consciousness was still chaotic, as if someone had beaten his brain stem directly. The unprecedented fatigue made him only half-open in confusion. One glance. I vaguely seem to see the back of a white tiger leaving, the huge wings are stained with blood, and a bloody scar lies on the back, from the protruding shoulder blades to the waist...
Then, he heard all kinds of noisy human voices and collisions. He felt that he was lifted and put down by someone, and there was a slight shaking and bumping, and the shaking made people's consciousness blurred, as if a heavy weight was hanging. At the waist, it keeps falling down and sinking with the strength...
"...That's right, boss, you don't know how chaotic last night was. Next time, please bring me and the wood with you! At least it won't be so miserably abused." A voice came into the ear, from the chaos It gradually became clear, like the baby-faced Fang Siyuan in Xia Zhiming's team.
"Um."