It's Very Easy to Fill in Next Time

After both sides fought with all their weapons, it was still Bai Wei who was more lucky. He passed the knife into the man's heart.

The head of the demon hunting team didn't understand until the last moment.

He grabbed Bai Wei's neck tightly and asked hoarsely.

"Why are you so greedy?"

He thought that Bai Wei, like him, would do everything for the huge benefits or vanity brought by the fairy fox.

he was wrong...

Bai Wei didn't bother to explain, and just watched him die unwillingly.

After this battle, he didn't have much extra strength, so he could only cultivate in the oasis.

But every day that passed, it got worse.

The sandstorm in the Great Wilderness is coming soon, this oasis won't last long, he has to leave, he has to move, otherwise he and the fairy fox will die here.

He didn't know how long it would take to get out of this place.

In the end, he couldn't walk anymore.

I persisted for a month, as if the blood was about to flow dry.

The fairy fox pulled him forward, bit his sleeve, and dragged him forward.

Bai Wei moved forward relying on the remaining willpower.

By the night of the third day, he could no longer move.

Cold, weak, exhaustion permeated every bone, and all strength was completely exhausted.

The long road seems to have no end.

He didn't want to go, and he couldn't move anymore.

Only Xianhu didn't want to give up, the tired little beast kept dragging his sleeves, trying to bring him out of this hell.

It beeped.

But it has no strength, it is so thin, it is impossible to pull Bai Wei, even if he almost shed all the blood.

It worked hard for a long time, so hard that it almost broke its bones.

But he still fell motionless on the barren ground.

"Get up, sir, get up..."

The fairy fox cried like a child.

"Sir, don't sleep, don't sleep..."

It licked the wound on the young man's face over and over again, with an anxious expression on his face, and even the beautiful fur of the past had lost its beautiful color and turned yellow.

Bai Wei really wanted to just close his eyes and fall asleep forever.

But when he raised his eyes and saw it, a new power surged out of his heart unconsciously.

This force can't support him to finish the rest of the journey, but it is enough to make him finish some things that he didn't have time to say.

"Stupid fox..."

The fairy fox shook its ears.

"gentlemen!"

"I'm leaving." He said softly, "I'm going to a faraway place alone. This time, I can't take you with me."

"You have to go by yourself. Just follow the direction of the sun's setting and go straight ahead. You can go out. Take my bag with you. You know all the words."

"Go to the place I drew on the map, there...it's safe, there are my friends, your kindred, and other fairies..."

It was stunned, looking at the young man. It had been with him day and night for three years, and this was the first time it faced separation.

It shook its head subconsciously, and asked in tears, "Sir, you don't want me anymore?"

"Don't make a sad face, stupid fox, I was just a passer-by in your long life, I can't accompany you to the end, I'm dead, and your story has just begun... The reason why I want to go back is to Take you to your hometown..."

Bai Wei's tone was very slow and light, and the strength of his speech was not even enough to blow up a dandelion.

The fairy fox lowered his head and cried, crying very sadly.

Bai Wei stretched out his hand and kneaded its small face: "Didn't you always want a name?"

It just cried and couldn't listen to anything else.

Bai Wei's tone became more and more contemptuous.

"Chitose...your name is Chitose."

"Live well, live to a thousand years old."

He stretched out his hand, hugged the fairy fox gently, and looked at the sky, his vision gradually lost.

"The book says that when the fairy fox grows up, it will be the most beautiful in the world, wearing colorful clouds as clothes, white frost as decorations, and falling cherry blossoms as crowns..."

"You have to abide by the agreement and live well."

"Let me see what you look like when you grow up."

Fairy Fox Chitose hid in his arms, her body trembling slightly, it could hear her heartbeat becoming slower every time.

It can only agree, and agree vigorously: "Well, I promise you, I will abide by the agreement, and I will live a good life."

The young man smiled with satisfaction: "Then I can rest assured."

It's like waiting a long time for this sentence: "There is one last thing."

He pressed it against its ear with the last bit of strength, and whispered, "After I die..."

"Eat me."

Chapter 35 The cruelest curse in the world

"There's nothing we can do now."

A cold conclusion was left in the silent room.

"He's helpless?"

Kong Wu's powerful middle-aged man clenched his fists: "You translate for me, what do you mean by being helpless!"

He patted the table and was furious: "Thirteen special police officers are inside, I ask you to provide me with a solution, not these four words of nonsense!"

However, the analyst who was facing the high-level of the Metropolitan Police Department just repeated it expressionlessly.

"I regret that."

"But we really don't have a better way to deal with this red mist."

"What can be done now is not how to save the trapped people, but how to prevent the disaster from spreading."

boom!The angry middle-aged police officer kicked over the stool and rushed forward almost unable to contain his anger.

But he was stopped by an old man next to him. The old man was wearing a plain kimono and had gray hair, but he did not look old.

Just raising his hand blocked Kong Wu's powerful middle-aged man: "Fujii police officer... Please calm down."

"How do you make me calm down!"

"Young man... don't forget, some people from the Yin Yang House are also inside." The old man said in a low tone.

Fujii clenched his fist, then let it go, and took a deep look at the powerful old man: "I overstepped, Your Excellency Tsuchimikado."

"It doesn't matter, the old man also finds it strange." The old man said: "It's just that this red mist is so weird that it can't even stop the formation of Yinyang Liao. It is quickly eroded, and it may be extremely pure filthy blood."

"That's why we need to save people quickly!" Fujii said hastily. A dozen or so special police officers were dispatched as the backbone force. Such a plain loss is really heart-wrenching. The death is unclear and there is no way to explain it.

"What do you mean by the shogunate?" Tsuchimikado looked at the analyst: "You still ask us to stand still?"

The analysis officer responded: "All the backup plans submitted have failed to take effect. The disaster level is higher than expected, so..."

"Even if the old man is willing to fight in person?"

"I believe in Master Tsuchimikado's ability, but your body is precious, and no one knows whether the other party's attack will stop here." The analysis officer shook his head and said, "The control of disasters is the top priority, and then rescue is considered. With the current Looking at the situation, I think..."

"Should you say give up the rescue attempt?" Fujii gritted his teeth.

"I just don't want to further consume the vitality. The high concentration of filthy blood will erode all life. Even if the priestess is purified for three days, it may not be able to reduce its concentration to a safe threshold."

The analyst is like a microphone, repeating sentence by sentence: "Unless the two of you can provide an effective solution, otherwise, as the spokesperson of the power of the shogunate, I need to implement the "stop loss" strategy. "

The calm analyst expounded his reasons without any sensibility at all, only rationality.

Just like when a doctor sees a necrotic lesion, excision is the only option, even if it requires more bleeding.

As for who was bleeding, he didn't care, and neither did the shogunate.

There is no reason to fight against the followers of evil gods without bloodshed.

The only thing they can do is to wait and present a white funeral flower at the funeral for this group of people who are about to die.

I'm tired of even this kind of thing.

The analysis officer stared at the Yin Yang Liao and the person in charge of the Metropolitan Police Department, expressionless.

There is nothing to question the simple decision to stop the loss. The ones who cannot accept this loss are the Metropolitan Police Department and Yinyang Liao.

Yinyangliao has been a guest of the wealthy Chinese family for a long time. It follows a strict family inheritance system and almost evolved a caste system. Many talented children are selected and sent to the Yinyang family for training from the age of five. Changed his name to Yi and his surname to become an adopted son, so that he is qualified to become an Onmyoji.

Yin Yang has essentially become a monopoly of family studies.

The twelve clans headed by Tu Yumen hold the right to speak in Yinyangliao, and through marriages from generation to generation, the interests are firmly bound together, and they have become a fixed and special class, which has lasted for hundreds of years.

It wasn't until this generation of shogunate generals, who were high-ranking heroes, intended to break through the monopoly of the Chinese race, planned to promote onmyoji private schools and reform onmyoji houses, which touched the basic interests of this group of onmyoji, and the group of onmyoji led by Tsuchimikado was forced to Standing up, in order to show their sense of existence, they said that Yinyangliao can keep one side safe without restructuring, and tried every means to promote face-saving projects, gaining reputation and making political achievements.

It’s not a bad thing for the police officer of the Metropolitan Police Department to take good care of his subordinates. It’s a pity that as an ordinary person, he was transferred to this security mission. He must have been a member of a big family. The special police officers who have been fighting against evil god believers on the front line for a long time should have gotten used to it. , Saddened by the loss of manpower, it means that he was not mentally prepared at all, and he only regarded it as a visit to brush up his political achievements.

Compared with these two people, the person in charge of the "Shrine" sat quietly without saying a word.

I don't know how many sword shamans and priests under the name of the shrine died in battle.

What a disparity.

The analyst concealed his contempt very well, and he said: "Since the two of you have no choice, then..."