Master respects him by serving the devil

"Apart from life and death, how can anything be considered a major event?"

In this world, those who can live and understand understand more and more, and those who do not understand still pray for mercy from the gods, and pray that the immortals of the immortal sect can descend from the sky and come to save them with a fairy sword.

Jiangnan, the original land of fish and rice, the lotus and green like a poem, the lights are not reeds, the people live and work in peace and contentment, the monks cultivate their morality, and do not compete with the world, but now it is a raging fire, the water town is dry, and the green mountains are replaced by bald walls.

The sky here has never been sunny again, and not a single drop of rain has fallen.

The whole world is shrouded in haze, and the streets are full of dilapidated houses, even if they collapse, no one will come out to repair them.

The long street patrols the hungry monsters, and when they smell the breath of a living person, they will pounce on them and tear them apart to fill their stomachs.

Only a ragged man wrapped in a black robe and cloak can rub shoulders with the monster without being attacked.

His arms were full of medicinal materials and food, and he walked back slowly, his whole body was stiff and dull, and even every step was even.

Pushing open the mottled wooden door of the temple, just after entering, the person guarding the door hastily closed it. People in the temple were chatting, but he could not understand.

"Good Jiangnan, it has become like this, oh..."

"Didn't the Fairy Gate come to protect us civilians? When the demons invaded, the Zhong family ran fast! They didn't take responsibility at all!"

"These cultivators have received respect and received offerings. When we were facing the loess and our backs were facing the sky, they were drinking tea and listening to the rain and strolling around the kilns. When it came to the crisis, they ran faster than anyone else!"

It was getting dark.

Since the south of the Yangtze River has been reduced to a barren land, the temperature difference between day and night is huge. There is no sun in the daytime, and the whole sky is blindingly white, but it is hotter in midsummer, and the temperature drops sharply at night, even in cold weather.

A burly man hurriedly brought firewood to sit around and lit it, and politely asked the young man who had just returned to ask for a few pancakes to bake.

"Don't talk about the Zhong family, they are all dead, and it's quite miserable."

After saying this, everyone fell silent.

They remembered that a year ago, the Zhong family left Jiangnan and went to Yangmingshan. As a result, Yangmingshan was destroyed by the reborn demon king, and no one survived. Extinct.

But no one has the mind to meddle in the affairs of Xianmen. Ordinary people just want to live in peace and stability.

Alive.

After a silence, someone beat his chest and said, "It's all the devil's fault! It's a peaceful and prosperous world, but it's turned into a miasma!"

Someone looked at the world beyond the distant mountains through the night, "I don't know what's going on outside Jiangnan."

"How? Humph! Let me tell you, those monks who are full of benevolence and righteousness are all hypocrites! The restriction is broken, and they don't want to fix it. What does it mean to drive all the demons to the south of the Yangtze River? Ah?"

"If you want me to say, we were all harmed by those cultivators!"

The Eight Great Immortals discovered that the restriction in the south of the Yangtze River is different from the restriction in other places. It is about the so-called eye of the formation, and there is a small world inside. They believe that driving all the demons into the south of the Yangtze River, and then blocking the south of the Yangtze River will be all right.

But never expected that before the civilians in the south of the Yangtze River could be evacuated, the toxin infection brought by the demon was found in the crowd.

Xianmen and Baicheng unanimously decided to block Jiangnan, so that people inside cannot get out, and people outside cannot enter.

Wandering outside is easy to be discovered by demons, eaten, or infected with animal poison, and then infect others, and eventually go mad and die. They can't go out to work, they can only sit and eat, guard the temple, and live day by day.

Therefore, the resentment is soaring.

"Is there Ningxiaocao in this batch of medicinal materials?" The young man's voice sounded.

They saw the man who had just gone out to search for medicinal materials and food, walking towards the young man in a daze.

In the eyes of the aborigines, these two people are very strange. They picked them up from the tidal flats down the river. The young man was called Qiming. The man in the black cloak who never speaks is called Zhiheng.

This person is a bit powerful, and he can't be noticed among the demons, so everyone in this ruined temple depends on him to bring them back from the outside.

This is also the reason why these two strangers can be left behind.

Zhiheng had no expression, no movement, no reaction, just stood there blankly, handing everything in his arms to Qiming.

Qiming sighed: "Without Ningxiaocao, there is no way to refine the detoxification pill."

The thin man sitting around the bonfire shouted, "Little brother is kind, but in the past two years, no one has been poisoned by animals and can survive. I'm afraid it will be a waste of hard work."

He stood there and opened his mouth, but didn't spit out the words. He wanted to say: No, it can be cured. Once in Jinling City, he and his master rescued civilians who were also poisoned by animals.

But now, he is no longer a monk of the immortal sect, but just a mortal with no spiritual power.

"Then... what about those poisoned people?" he asked.

The person by the bonfire replied, "What else can I do? Throw it out tomorrow morning, or it will be eaten by monsters. If you are lucky, you can dig a hole for yourself and bury it on the spot."

The tone was indifferent, with the usual indifference and some resentment.

The world is purgatory, and the south of the Yangtze River is wild.

They have long been used to it, numb, and don't care, but if they don't hate, what else can they do?They can only find sustenance little by little for the time they are lingering on.

It seems that only cursing the fairy gate and the demon king can make them feel better.

These days, Qi Ming has heard all kinds of fancy curse words, and gradually he has become a little numb.

He asked Zhiheng to distribute all the food to everyone, and then asked him to follow him into the house with the medicinal materials.

As soon as the door was closed, he couldn't hold back anymore, his whole face was gloomy as if it was going to rain.

He lifted Zhiheng's hood, revealing a face with mottled cloth magic patterns, gray and blue like a dead man, he looked at this face.

"Brother... Tell me, how did this world become like this? Is it just because of my existence?"

But Zhiheng didn't have any emotions, he couldn't even speak, he was just a living dead, already dead, even his soul was turned into a vast mist, shapeless, but was forced back into his body, barely maintaining his body from corruption .

Can only obey simple orders, without emotion or consciousness.

Pray for Ming, Su Ye, who can still be prayed for tomorrow, is constant, hold it with perseverance, and the clock will continue.

With such a high Yangming Mountain and such a turbulent and turbid river, Su Ye thought it was impossible for him to survive.

The spiritual power in his body has long been exhausted, and the heart that is the source of the spiritual veins is tightly bound by the white silk, and he is like a mortal at this moment.

In a blur of consciousness, he felt that he was being carried by a broad and warm back, leading him to climb the tidal flat and escape from the turbulent waves. His big cousin Zhong Xu jumped off without hesitation at the moment he fell off the cliff. down.

Lighting the white wax mottled with candle tears, Su Ye could clearly see Zhong Xu's face as calm as a dead man, no matter what Su Ye said or did, he didn't respond.

Su Ye is the devil that everyone shouts and beats, the world does not tolerate, everyone can punish him, but Qi Ming is not now, he is too ordinary now, so ordinary that no one will pay attention to him.

In the past, people would have noticed his handsome face, but in this precarious day, survival is what deserves attention.

Those locked in this wild purgatory in the south of the Yangtze River, naturally there will be no monks. The monks have already run away with their swords. The common people have never seen the devil. Therefore, half of the rumors in Kyushu are that the devil is dead, and the other half is the devil. Jun was hidden by Bai Ruoyi again.

Either way, Su Ye didn't want to bother.

He died again, this time, he was really scared, he didn't dare to hope, he just wanted to get down to the dust, curl up in the dirt, and no one should look at him anymore.

But when he sees those monsters patrolling the long street, or those who are struggling to die after being poisoned, his heart will soften, half of which comes from guilt, and the other half of him will probably think: If Bai Ruoyi is here, what will he do

will save people.

There is no doubt that.

Bai Yu is still entangled in Su Ye's heart, except for Bai Ruoyi, no one can break this restriction, unless...

Su Ye didn't think much about it, but the wailing people lying in the hall behind the temple couldn't wait for long.

As soon as the morning light comes out, they will be carried and thrown outside the temple.

His slender fingertips dug into his chest little by little, penetrated the flesh, scraped across the ribs, and he touched his still beating heart, which showed that he was still alive and his heart was beating.

In the sticky plasma and mucous membranes, the white silk is still cold, smooth as silk, and feels like Bai Ruoyi's long hair that hangs down to his ankles. Su Ye recalls in a daze how he once had a bunch of hair for Bai Ruoyi...

The Shennong Dan stored in the white rice bowl was taken out by Su Ye.

He guessed that Bai Ruoyi probably didn't need this kind of thing anymore. That day, on Yangming Mountain, on the cliff, he saw the power in Bai Ruoyi's body. It didn't belong to the Kyushu Continent. trace it.

Even though he thought so, he still kept the other pills, he couldn't afford to gamble.

With bloody fingertips, he held a small elixir and handed it tremblingly to Zhong Xu, "Dissolve it with water and give it to those poisoned patients."

On the chest, the scars on the diamond-shaped sword wound overlapped several times, and new ones were added this time. His spiritual veins were bound, no different from ordinary people, and his recovery ability was naturally different from the past.

The pain was so painful that sweat oozes out, the temples are wet, the whole body trembles from the pain, he clenches his lips tightly to hold back, the pain makes his fists clenched tightly, his eyes are closed, he feels that the person standing in front of him has not left yet.

Su Ye exhaled violently. With trembling hands, he put on Zhong Xu's hood, then leaned on Zhong Xu's shoulder for a while, and weakly uttered a word as if joking.

"...Brother, you know, it still hurts."

There was a bit of coquettishness in his words.

It's like when the two brothers were fighting and fighting when they were young, Su Ye used to play tricks, pretending that his finger was cut and screaming for pain, Zhong Xu took the bait every time, and scolded him nervously for being careless without exception.

but now……

Su Ye rested his forehead on Zhong Xu's shoulder, his brother's heart was right under his ear, but he couldn't hear anything, his brother's mouth and nose were on his sideburns, but his hair didn't move, his cold body Like an ice cube soaked in the cold, without body temperature.

is a living dead...

"Go..."

Su Ye closed his eyes, moved away, and pushed the clock to continue.

He sat slumped on a simple bed made of dilapidated wooden boards. As soon as he lay down, he could see the sky squeezed into the window lattice. The sky was very dark, there were no stars, and there was no bright moon. When it fell into the eye sockets, only gray was left There was a mist.

Kyushu is still the same Kyushu, but the sky is not the same sky.