"Does it hurt?" Xia Yubing gently bandaged Tang Qian's hands. The white hands seemed to be useless to Xia Yubing. She smiled and grinned at Tang Qian with a smile.

Tang Qian said: "It hurts, it hurts naturally."

"Then are you still showing off just now? We, the newcomers, still have this kind of behavior when we come, and are still handsome? It's both mountains and sky?" Xia Yubing still smiled when she said these words, without any emotion in these languages, but her subordinates' strength increased a little, making Tang Qian's face turn pale.

The monk Yisheng couldn't help but reminded: "The female donor, even if he was injured, he was not a disabled person of the martial arts world. He was actually able to hold a sword, so he was still quite strong."

Although Xia Yubing stopped talking, she still looked contemptuous. Her eyes looked like an elderly elder. Looking at Tang Qian like a younger generation who did not cherish her body, Tang Qian looked embarrassed.

He couldn't say it either. In fact, he was talking to Sima who was gradually moving away, and he couldn't explain it to Xia Yubing. If he didn't use his own blood, the magic of the sword wind would not be easy to break. The sword wind was caused by resentment. If he wanted to deal with this kind of monster, he could only use some extraordinary means, otherwise it would be like the way those exorcising evil tricks used to deceive the people, and he would make something that was so strong that it was the most yang. Although those warlocks of the martial arts were essentially deceiving people, they were actually valid in theory.

But Tang Qian really doesn't have such things.

The other way is that Tang Qian uses his spells in his blood. Yanfeng extracts the blood with Tang Qian's spells, which makes it more convenient for Tang Qian to directly block Yanfeng's body that is as difficult as wind to catch.

However, Tang Qian thought that even if Xia Yubing said this, he would sneer at it - you, Tang Qian, obviously, wasn't showing off and then he would find a reason for yourself.

Thinking of this, Tang Qian simply stopped talking about it.

The blood rain was still falling, and Tang Qian's hand was stretched out to the temple of Monk Yisheng and bandaged by Xia Yubing.

Even so, Tang Qian was injured and the blood flowed down would melt a deep hole on the ground of the temple. The monks hiding in the temple were twitching. If the monk Yisheng had not protected this group of monks with his own strength, they would probably have asked not to let Tang Qian reach it inside.

Here comes.

Perhaps only Zhou Sheng saw it, Zhou Sheng would not say that Tang Qian's blood made the golden film outside the temple brighter a little. This little bit small so that Zhou Sheng was a little uncertain. Is he dazzled?

The cloth strips that Xia Yubing tore off with his constable clothes were wrapped around his hands. Tang Qian stood up: "I happened to check something. I just found that there were some ordinary people here, which was also interesting. They probably used some magic tools from the government to stick here. Maybe there would be the pavilion leader of this village." [￥￥ABC Novel Network ~...The novel is better, updated and faster]

They wanted to find a pavilion chief before.

"Find this pavilion chief and ask if Zhou Da knows if he is." Tang Qian had turned around, but Xia Yubing knew that these words were all said to him, but Zhou Sheng also turned around and even ran faster to find the pavilion chief.

He might also think these words were said to him.

The rain in the sky is still falling, and the blood is darker.

The sword wind has been scattered by Tang Qian's sword, but there is still blood rain.

Tang Qian walked straight to Yizhuang.

This is a dilapidated, even somewhat gloomy house.

The charity village is a place where corpses are released, and there are almost every village and town. Whether it is a dead widow in the village or a corpse seen in the wilderness, it will eventually be restrained to the charity village.

If no one helps with the funeral, the government can only help.

To Tang Qian's surprise, the charity village in Zhoujia Village is not small, and it is surprisingly full.

There are many meanings of permanence. The "permanence" that Tang Qian encountered is different from what ordinary people encounter.

Tang Qian walked in and there were many corpses lying on the beds. There were no one in the charity village, but there were many coffins. These coffins were prepared for the dead people in the charity village.

The difference is that all the dead people in the entire charity village sat up.

Tang Qian even breathed lighter.

Except for Tang Qian, there were no living people in the charity village, and even a few villagers who had been sucked dry by the blood rain sat up.

Tang Qian actually coughed softly again.

Place

All the dead people in the righteous village looked at Tang Qian.

Tang Qian walked towards the first person and asked, "Are you Zhou Da?" The dead man shook his head. His body was almost decayed, and even his head had dried up and turned into a skull. However, he tried hard to lift his hand that turned into a bone, and then pointed deeper.

Tang Qian walked forward again.

The corpse he had just asked actually stood up and followed Tang Qian. The man's body was almost rotten, so he walked very slowly, but he still followed Tang Qian.

Tang Qian walked around and asked, and the more he asked, the more corpses there were behind him, and he went deeper and deeper, and this chariot seemed to be unable to see the end. The corpses behind him had slowly blocked him, and Tang Qian seemed to gradually step into endless darkness.

It rained for a day and a night.

The monk Yisheng sat in front of the ruined temple for a day and a night until the film outside the ruined temple was flashing. When all the people who were hiding from the rain in the ruined temple were frightened, the monk Yisheng yawned and the rain in the sky stopped.

Just like those blood rains have never appeared, it is even like in the blink of an eye, the sun hanging high above Zhoujia Village can be seen.

Zhou Sheng was even more anxious than Xia Yubing, and more excited than Yisheng Monk. He pulled a pavilion leader with a long beard and rushed out of the temple. Xia Yubing followed behind, while Yisheng Monk raised his hand and said sorry, he needed a rest.

Xia Yubing naturally understands it.

There were a lot of red things on the ground, and Zhou Sheng ignored the ones next to him, and just urged the pavilion chief to go faster and get the list at the pavilion chief's house. Xia Yubing observed curiously for a while. She had learned from Tang Qian not to take everything with her hands, and also how to satisfy her curiosity as much as possible while not being in danger.

She could infer that this was what the blood rain in the sky looked like after it solidified, because the smell of blood was very strong. When she thought of these, it was formed by the blood of hundreds of people. Xia Yubing took a detour when she saw this red crystal, and even looked a little scared to see it.

After hearing that Zhou Sheng and Xia Yubing were following Tang Qian, and Tang Qian was the friend of the monk who saved all the people who entered the ruined temple, he cooperated to take Zhou Sheng to find the list and then confirmed that they were going to a place.

Yizhuang.
Chapter completed!