The amount of waste in the world is mainly against the sky

Chapter 2267 The death of Mr. Yi

But he was still a step late.

Although Mr. Yi kicked up and closed the gate, there was still a lot of blood flowing out of the stone gate, surrounding the crowd.

In the cloud of blood mist, Mr. Yi who stood in front of the four young people suddenly swayed and fell in front of everyone.

"Grandpa!" Seeing this, Yi Huiyu hurriedly took a step forward, and supported Mr. Yi.

Looking at Mr. Yi again, he seemed to be dozens of years old when he was illuminated by that bloody light!The old man who was originally rosy and energetic now only had a few gray hairs left on his head, his whole face was black and yellow, his eye sockets were sunken, and his skin was like dead tree bark.It was as if the vitality of the whole person had been taken away by that strange bloody light!
Elder Yi leaned slumped in Yi Huiyu's arms, panting weakly, as if the painting might dissipate in a breeze at any time.

"Miss Leng, please save my grandfather!" Yi Huiyu begged sadly.

He could never have imagined that they just opened a door to the treasure, but they would kill the grandfather who raised him!

Apart from Leng Meishan, who had contracted with Immortal Yiling Zizhi, who was in good health for the time being, Qi Diaomo and Cang Li were already in critical condition.

The lacquer carving ink that just absorbed some blood mist had fallen into a coma, and the situation on Cangli's side was even worse.

Because he himself was the master of Dongchen Bell, a lot of blood mist surrounded him.Even if Cang Li covered his mouth and nose and tried his best to avoid inhaling the bloody mist, it was of no avail at all!
Those blood mist seemed to have identified Cangli, and they kept penetrating through his skin, his seven orifices, and every pore, and quickly poured into Cangli's body, blended into his blood, and passed through his body. The blood flowed to Cangli's eight extraordinary meridians, and his limbs were all skeletal!

Leng Meishan supported Qi Diaomo with one hand, and held Cangli with the other, the little girl didn't know what to do, but she heard Yi Huiyu crying for help.

There was a blood mist in front of her eyes. Although she couldn't see Mr. Yi's situation clearly, she also knew that the reason why Yi Huiyu lost his composure must be because Mr. Yi's situation was critical.

She hastily agreed, gritted her teeth, supported Qi Diao Mo, dragged Cang Li, and approached Yi Huiyu.

Unexpectedly, after a series of coughing sounds, Mr. Yi stretched out his withered hand, grabbed Yi Huiyu, and said to him, "Son, don't bother Miss Leng. I know my physical condition myself." .I have calculated that I have this calamity today, and I am afraid that it is because of the death calamity that I will perish in this underground palace."

"Grandfather, Yu'er forbids you to say such things. You will be fine, Yu'er will not let you be in trouble!" Yi Huiyu hugged the already weak and disfigured old man tightly, crying bitterly while saying.

"Son, don't do this. Listen to your grandfather first. Your parents left early, and your grandfather brought you up alone. He taught you divination techniques and organized the wedding for you. Although he failed to have a great-grandson, he It can be regarded as the completion of merit. Today, grandfather used his own life to open the way for my grandson to win the immortal way. Cough cough..."

Mr. Yi let out a series of coughing sounds, and even spat out a lot of blood foam. He tightly held Yi Huiyu's hands, and told him with the last of his strength...

　Third more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)