Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?

Chapter 673 It’s Raining (1/2)

The continuous rain of Dao Jue, the entire world was polluted by the black rainstorm, plunging everything here into continuous darkness.

The bone-eroding black water entangled Qingluan's body. Just a drop of it would penetrate deep into the bone marrow, leaving a black pit on the white bones.

Subsequently, the meat in the pit will grow immediately, but the grown meat will be white and gray, which is completely different from the normal state.

The skin and flesh grown in some places will even form cheerful smiling faces. These smiling faces look lifelike, with innocent laughter appearing on their bodies, and they will continue to say pleasant words.

"Come on, be happy."

"Why are you resisting? Resistance is death, and failure to resist is death. Why don't you lie down and get comfortable."

"Qingluan, it's useless. Everyone will die, and you will definitely die too. So, you'd better die comfortably."

Qingluan walked expressionlessly in the camp, picking up a stone spear from time to time, inserting the tip of the spear into the mouth of the little smiling face, then digging them out one by one, and then casually throwing aside the bloody pieces of meat.

Not long after, there were more than a dozen bleeding wounds on Qingluan's arms and face, but he still ran around here, driving everyone who could still move to his hut.

These smiles caused by Dao Jue are deeply rooted in the bone marrow, and when they are taken out, they are heart-wrenching, and even the audience turns pale when they see them.

[Qingluan, no, it’s Master Qingxian. I admit that I didn’t have much respect for you before, but I will definitely hold my breath when I see you later. 】

[What is a tough guy? This is what he is! 】

[As expected of an immortal master who fought in the battle between good and evil, he is really not that bad at the heart of the Tao. This will is already inhumanly strong, no wonder he was able to survive that period. 】

[I can’t do it anymore, I can’t watch it anymore. Let me know when it's over. 】

[At this moment, I actually want to go to the Jingxin Sect. I'm definitely sick. 】

[Agree, I also think you are sick, and so do I. 】

Amid the discussion among the audience, Qingluan had already driven more than a dozen people to his hut.

After roughly dragging a young man who had been tortured out of the hut, he kicked him on the butt, pointed in the distance and shouted: "Go there first!"

"Thank you!"

After shouting, the other party ran away, but soon turned back and shouted: "Wuyue is still in there saving people, let Wuyue come out first!"

Qingluan's originally unkind expression became even more livid at this moment.

Holding the stone spear tightly, he ran forward. After a dozen breaths, he saw five people digging the collapsed house under the leadership of May. From time to time, he shouted to the inside: "Hang on, we can leave soon."

Rushing forward, Qingluan grasped the stone spear and rushed towards Wuyue.

Although his magic power has disappeared and his realm is no longer there, various martial arts instincts have been engraved in his heart and have not been forgotten even here.

The spear flew out like thunder, and May, who was rescuing people, also felt it. He turned around and saw the spear flying out, piercing the middle of a man who had completely transformed into a part of Dao Jue.

Then, the spear tip bloomed like a rainstorm, and the black man was immediately lit into a sieve, turning into black water and flowing to the ground.

Looking at the black water on the ground with a complicated expression, Wuyue nodded slightly to Qingluan, and then shouted: "Mr. Qing, please..."

"Who are you, you dare to order me!" Qingluan shouted dissatisfied, "Get out! There are more than twenty people in my house. There is water over there. Let them wash themselves with clean water to avoid some of the people here. Erosion. There is food in the cellar. Take the food and leave quickly. Don’t stay here.”

"But there are still people in the ruins!" Wuyue shouted anxiously, "The three people inside..."

Too lazy to listen to Wuyue's nonsense, Qingluan clamped the spear, swept the spear body, and hit Wuyue's body hard, making the other party groan.

Pulling the other party's hair, Qingluan said fiercely: "Then you choose! My hut can't resist so much black water, and I must escape to the top of the mountain. If no one comes to direct the overall situation, they will all die. And if you give up now If these three people go to save others, you can save more people. Now, choose!"

Wuyue stared blankly at Qingluan, her white lips pursed for a long time, but she couldn't say a word.

Turning his head to the side, he looked at his companions and found that they had also stopped what they were doing and were looking at him silently.

"You also..."

The young man who had had a conflict with Qing Luan lowered his head silently, and said after a moment: "May, Mr. Qing is right, they can't save her. May... let's go."

"But……"

May was like a fish that had landed on the beach, looking at Qingluan with lifeless eyes and opening and closing its mouth unconsciously.

Not wanting to delay any longer, Qingluan knocked Wuyue unconscious with a stick, and then said to the young man: "Go to my hut, and then take them up."

The young man immediately helped Wu Yue up, glanced at Qingluan with a complicated expression, and then rushed towards the hut.

Qingluan Yue immediately turned around and was about to rescue others when he suddenly heard a faint singing voice under the ruins: "Sister, please go up the mountain~Brother, I will walk on the way."

Hearing this song, Qingluan's body trembled, and a sense of familiarity suddenly came over him, making him stand still in his place.

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Then, another person chuckled and whispered: "You actually sang this... the fragrance of wild flowers on the road~ Brother, let me smell it slowly."

The third person was already barely breathing, but he started laughing at this moment: "You... actually learned to sing from May... or this song... the next one is..."

The voices of the three people became smaller and smaller, but the singing became clearer and clearer.

This is a somewhat erotic song, the content of which is vulgar and obscene, but it is also very innocent and straightforward, using the most direct feelings to express one's thoughts and feelings for his lover.

Qingluan listened to the song blankly, and asked after the end of a section: "You said, did May teach you this?"

"No." A weak voice sounded from underground, "We eavesdropped."

"Did May say where he heard it from?"

"No. He didn't know how he could sing. I can't do it anymore, I'm too tired, I'm leaving first."

"Well, you go first, see you later."

The singing sounded again.

It's just that the three of them could still talk and laugh before, but now it has become a duet between two people, one humming softly.

Then, the humming sound disappeared, and it became one person singing and one person humming, and then it became two people humming again.

In the end, there was not even a humming sound, only the sound of raindrops falling on the ground.

Standing there, Qingluan felt a huge grief, which made him feel that he had had similar experiences before.

At that time, he also stood with a gun, but it was not rain that fell on his face, but red blood.

The song transcended time and space, making him feel like he was struck by lightning, and his mind was blank.

Standing there, Qingluan raised his head and let the raindrops wash him.

It's raining.