Chapter 1129 Ashes
At this moment, Shen Qingzhu felt that his palm was itching more and more. He subconsciously scratched it twice, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, so he stretched out the palm in front of his eyes and spread it out.
His pupils suddenly shrank!
I saw that in the palm of the left hand, at some point, a sarcoma the size of a thumb had grown out.
The sarcoma was soaked in the blood from the palm of his hand, wriggling slightly, as if something was about to burst out of it soon, it was extremely itchy.
The location where this sarcoid grew was exactly where he touched the ashes falling from the sky with his palm.
As it gradually grew and squirmed, whispers began to faintly sound in Shen Qingzhu's ears. Although it was only as small as a mosquito, its appearance still made Shen Qingzhu's heart thump!
"Cthulhu?!"
He had dealt with Hongyue in the fishing village, of course he knew what the murmur meant, his eyes were shining brightly, and he quickly got up from the ground regardless of the fatal wound on his waist and abdomen!
A ruthless look flashed across his face.
Snapped--! !
A crisp finger snap sounded, and the surrounding air was quickly compressed into a thin invisible blade. The blade rubbed against the air, and strands of hot flames flowed out and attached to the blade.
With a light hook of Shen Qingzhu's fingertips, the air blade aimed at his left hand, and cut it out without hesitation.
Hearing a painful groan, half of his palm fell to the ground.
The flame attached to the surface of the blade temporarily sintered the wound on the palm to avoid a large amount of blood loss, but the severe pain still kept impacting Shen Qingzhu's mind.
He gritted his teeth, his face was pale, but his eyes were fixed on the half of the palm in the pool of blood, and the wriggling sarcoma on the palm.
Compared with death, he is more afraid of being contaminated by Cthulhu. If this knife fails to block their invasion, then the next knife will be aimed at his neck.
In the pool of blood, the sarcoma attached to the half of the palm squirmed frantically for a moment, a tiny crack opened in the middle, and countless red worms crawled among the sarcoma, forming a red eyeball the size of a mung bean.
This eyeball looked around, and finally landed on Shen Qingzhu, who was pale in front of him. Immediately afterwards, the four fingers connected to the palm seemed to come alive, and with a flick of the fingers, the half of the palm turned over in mid-air, stabilizing It fell steadily, like a four-legged sarcoma spider, quickly crawling towards Shen Qingzhu!
What the hell is this?
Shen Qingzhu's eyes narrowed, and he snapped his fingers with his right hand. The half of the palm on the ground was rapidly compressed by the air, squeezed and deformed, and as a ball of fire ignited, it was completely roasted and turned into coke.
Looking at the disgusting black meat paste in front of him, Shen Qingzhu took a deep breath, and his beating heart finally calmed down slowly.
When he turned his head to look at the dancing ashes outside the mountain again, his eyes had completely changed.
He was only touched a little by the ashes, and he had such a terrifying effect, so if he was exposed to the ashes all the time... what kind of monster would he become?
Shen Qingzhu looked away from the flying ashes in the sky, glanced at the demon hovering above the mountain, and then looked down at the gradually worsening wound on his waist. After a while, he smiled bitterly.
He leaned against the wall of the mountain, sat down slowly, took out a cigarette from his arms and lit it, put it in his mouth, and took a deep breath, the hazy smoke enveloped his pale face.
He no longer intends to go out and work hard.
After going out, if he is still alive, his air barrier can prevent the ashes from touching him, but once he bleeds to death and is besieged to death by demons alive, then his body will fall in the ashes sooner or later. Become a monster... Rather than that, he might as well wait here quietly to die, at least the corpse will be more decent.
He stretched out his right hand, touched his chest, and touched something hard.
He sighed and closed his eyes.
The light of the fire spread little by little along the cigarette, and the burning embers were blown away by the breeze blowing through the cracks in the ground. In the gradually thinning smoke, Shen Qingzhu's body cooled down little by little.
...
Two figures galloped rapidly through the cracks in the mountain.
While observing the surroundings, An Qingyu clasped the palm of his hand subconsciously with his fingertips, which seemed to be a little itchy.
The figure of Lin Qiye in front of him paused and stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong?" An Qingyu asked.
"There is a valley ahead." Lin Qiye withdrew his mental power perception, his expression was a little weird, "and..."
"And what?"
"There are a lot of resentful souls gathered there, which is a bit strange."
An Qingyu frowned slightly, and looked up at the sky, "There's no time for a detour... Can we go straight into the void and pass through like just now?"
"The valley is not too big, it should be fine."
Lin Qiye made a rough estimate and nodded slightly.
[Zhanbai] can indeed lead people into the void, but it can't stay for a long time. In addition, Lin Qiye has to bring An Qingyu, the duration will be even shorter under the burden of the two of them, but with the two of them Speed, it shouldn't be difficult to cross the valley in a short time.
Lin Qiye pulled out [Zhanbai] and grabbed An Qingyu, and the two disappeared at the same time.
After returning to the void world of black and white, the two immediately moved forward at full speed. After a while, they passed through the narrow mountain and ground cracks, and suddenly came to a valley.
After stepping into this valley, An Qingyu immediately understood what Lin Qiye meant by "strange".
Ashes fell all over the sky like heavy snow, dyeing the surrounding black peaks and valleys into gray and white. The ashes piled up on the ground were about 30 to 40 centimeters high. In this dead world, countless black shadows were standing among the flying ashes , clasped his hands together, and looked up reverently at the crack in the sky where ashes were constantly falling.
These are all resentful souls.
Just as An Qingyu was about to turn her head, she caught sight of a familiar figure from the corner of her eye, stumbling out of the cracks in the ground.
That was the greedy resentful soul they had seen in the cracks of the ground before, constantly looking for "gold".
His bony body crawled quickly among the piled ashes, as if he was still looking for large stones. A piece of gray-white ash fell on his body, quickly turning it into a gray-white color.
After he crawled for more than ten seconds, his body suddenly shook, like a stone sculpture, lying in the ashes in a daze.
After a long time, he raised his head stiffly, his empty eyes stared at the falling ashes above his head, gradually showing fanaticism and excitement!
