The thundercloud hovered in the backyard and stopped moving. As a result, I became more and more certain that most of this thundercloud came for the unknown.
Fang Xiaohe is not in the city. There are only two hall masters in the backyard, and the eleven mothers who are recovering. Knowing the power of this kind of thundercloud, my face changed at that time, and I rushed to the gate of the backyard and shouted loudly.
Eleven mothers and the two hall masters of the two branch halls have all come out. Most of them have heard of this kind of thundercloud, and when they looked up, they were also very surprised.
"Don't look! Hurry up!!!" I warned them loudly. If the thunder in the thundercloud starts to fall, I may not be able to leave.
Eleven Niang and the others all flocked here all of a sudden, the thunderclouds in the air were not too big, and they happened to cover the backyard, standing by the gate, be careful, it should be fine. The instant these people ran over, the thunder that had been nurturing for a long time finally fell.
With a loud bang, a sky thunder fell from the clouds, just above the house where the nameless man lives.
This is a thunder penalty that I have never heard of. Although I have seen heaven penalty before, the thunder penalty is not as strong as it is now. I had witnessed the scene of the little white dragon suffering from heaven.
I was stunned. When the thunder came down, almost half of the house was broken down, and everyone around was startled. Many people couldn't help retreating from the gate of the backyard to the front yard.
I was so frightened that Eleven Niang pulled me from behind and said, "Don't you hurry back and wait for the lightning strike?"
After I stepped back to the door, some people knew that the area of thunderclouds from the penalty thunder was limited, so they all climbed onto the front yard wall and the roof to watch.
The wind was still very strong, and the wind swept all around, only the place covered by thunderclouds was not hit by the gale. After the first sky thunder fell, the thunder from behind followed, and in just a few breaths, the house was chopped apart and completely collapsed.
The furnishings in the room are very simple, except for the bed for sleeping, there is only a small table and a cabinet. After the house collapsed, the table and cabinet did not know where they were rolled up, and only the bed where the nameless man was lying remained in place.
This scene was like a sudden disaster, a mess, only the lonely bed. I squinted and looked at it. In the flashing thunder, I could still see Anonymous still lying motionless.
Boom! ! !
The thunder continued to fall, and the eleven mother frowned and turned to ask me: "Who are you with? Why did you get punished by heaven?"
"Oh, eleven mother, I can't tell you..." I didn't dare to tell the truth to eleven mother, and said perfunctorily: "It's the person who was picked up on the river beach. I found someone to treat it. They said I won't be able to wake up in a while. Come, I thought about doing good deeds to the end, so I brought him back..."
Before I finished speaking, a thunderbolt suddenly fell from the clouds and slashed straight at the Wuming on the bed. The Anonymous couldn't move a single move, so naturally he couldn't hide from the thunder that fell from the sky.
The thunder really smashed down, and the iron man had to be smashed into slag.
Just as the thunderbolt fell, the top of the Wumingshi's head spread out into a vast expanse of whiteness.
The white light, like countless stripes, kept spinning above his body. In the light, there seemed to be many talisman-like patterns, light and shadow floating, unspeakable mystery.
When the sky thunder fell on this white light, the light was immediately split apart, but in this way, the sky thunder was also abruptly blocked by the light. The dissipated white light seemed to have turned into thousands of runes, and when it turned around on the bed, it quickly converged into a white light.
The white light just gathered, and the thunder in the clouds fell once again, just like the last time. The thunder struck down, and the white light blocked the thunder.
After repeating this a few times, I can see it clearly. This is the longevity seal on Wumingshi's body. Although his seal of longevity is not an authentic seal of longevity, at this moment it has been transformed into an amulet, constantly guarding the Anonymous.
The Anonymous still didn't wake up, lying there quietly, all over the bones, if the faint light dissipated, a thunder could kill him.
I don't know how it feels now. I can't save him anyway. I am definitely afraid to rush directly under the thundercloud like this.
The Anonymous was not moving anymore, and the whole backyard was affected by seedlings, and the house was chopped into a mess. Back and forth, there were at least dozens of thunderbolts in the clouds, all of which were blocked by the white light.
At this moment, the thunder seemed to have attenuated a bit, and I was suddenly taken aback. I had heard from the fortune teller before that the fine thunder would come, unless the person who was punished was smashed to death. Now the thunderclouds began to dissipate, indicating that the Anonymous was no longer good enough, and this time he would definitely die.
Sure enough, the thunderclouds were gradually dissipating, and the thunder also converged a lot, until finally disappeared completely, leaving only a few sporadic electric lights in the air.
After a while, the black thundercloud finally disappeared, and the violent wind that swept across the world also stopped.
The weather was a bit gloomy at first. After the thunderclouds cleared, it started to rain. After this rain, it was completely dark. At this time, a group of people hiding in the front yard climbed down from the roof of the wall and headed towards the back yard. took a look.
"Go and pack up." Eleven Niang said, "This yard is not too short, and has always said that it is going to be renovated, but it is still not available.
A group of people lit the torch and began to slowly gather the debris in the backyard. Four or five houses were demolished, especially the house of Anonymous, which was directly scrapped.
While they were packing things up, I hurriedly walked towards Wuming. Before I got to the front, someone shouted beside the bed, "What's the matter?"
Several people gathered around, and I ran to take a look. There was still a faint halo on the top of Wuming's head. In the light of the halo, his scalp seemed to be transparent, and he could even see the skull engraved with the longevity talisman.
The skull was as white as jade, and the shallow lines carved on it became more and more mysterious. This group of people was surprised when they saw this scene for the first time.
"Where is this sacred? The punishment just now didn't hit him."
"Not an ordinary person, definitely not an ordinary person."
I didn’t know how to answer them, so I just kept silent. Eleven Niang stood behind me and asked, “Boy, this person,
What are you going to do? "
"Mostly dead." I sighed and said, "I wanted to save him, who knows..."
"This kind of person is not saved by you. His fate is fixed by himself."
"Maybe, I don't have any abilities."
"It's not a question of incompetence." Xi Niang said to the people watching the excitement by the bed: "Don't be around there anymore, go to work quickly."
A few people dispersed, and I walked to the bed and took a look. At this time, the halo on the top of Wuming's head disappeared and returned to normal. I touched his hand, it was still cold, and then I took a closer look at his pulse. Suddenly, I felt his pulse beating again imperceptibly.
This time, I still don't know if it's my own illusion. Eleven mothers also followed, and I asked her to take a look. With such a wealth of experience, she couldn't notice anything on the wrist of an anonymous person.
I suddenly became confused again, is this anonymous person dead? After so many years, plus a punishment, he is still the same. It hasn't changed for the better, and it doesn't seem to have changed.
"I can't feel my pulse." Eleven mother thought for a while, and said: "This person is really weird. The tone he left has not disappeared."
"Not dead yet?"
"It's definitely not dead. In the current weather, if a person is really dead, it will become smelly after being placed here for so many days."
"Then..." I looked at the mess around and felt very sorry. I ran to Tongchuan and didn't help me at all. I brought it down and made a mess in the backyard: "Eleven mother, I'll transfer this person to someone else." Settle in the place you want, stay here, and you're not allowed to cause any trouble."
"It's not necessary. There is only one natural punishment. If he receives a natural punishment, he won't have a second natural punishment."
The eleven mother confessed a few words, and then left. Most of the houses in the backyard were unavailable. Someone temporarily set up a few sheds to help me get the unknown person into the shed.
I thought about it, the Anonymous is always like this, it’s not a problem, but the people in Tsing Yi Tower can’t think of a way. In the end, I decided to take him with him and go to the old farmer in the small village to try and see these. What happened to the Wumingshi in the end. Outsiders can't see his condition, only an expert such as the old farmer who lives in seclusion can detect one or two things.
Thinking of this, I didn't stop for a moment, so I asked someone to prepare a big car for me, and left Tongchuan with the nameless person overnight and rushed to the small village.
For a whole night, plus one day the next day, I came to the small village. The old farmer was still taking care of the medicinal materials he planted in the village entrance. When he saw me coming, the old farmer chuckled and said, "Is that man dead?"
"I can't say that too." I knew that when I found someone to see a doctor, I couldn't conceal something, so I told the old farmer about Wuming's encounter with the punishment.
"Go home first, and talk later."
The old farmer took us back to the small courtyard. After washing our hands, he gave the Wumingshi a pulse. After a while, the old farmer frowned involuntarily.
"Old man, how is it?" I looked at the old farmer's expression as if it was a little bad, and I felt that Wuming was probably in danger.
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