Fantasia: The blind man at the beginning starts with playing the erhu

Time goes back a few days ago.

Li Pingan was sitting on the top of a mountain, leaning against a poplar tree, in a secluded place.

He was half leaning and half lying, looking at the surrounding scenery, with a sword beside him.

In front of him was a piece of yellow paper talisman, although there was wind, the yellow paper talisman did not move.

Li Pingan bit his finger and forced blood out.

With blood as ink, he holds a knight pen in his right hand.

So he wrote it.

His handwriting is dignified and solemn, exuding a deep charm, and his pen is calm and stretched, and his right shoulder is slightly shrugged.

The lines are strong, light and dark meet.

Lao Niu reached out and grabbed Li Pingan's hair one by one, and then wrapped it around the yellow paper talisman.

Every time a piece of paper is written, the yellow talisman paper will rise with the wind, fluttering up and down in the air with the wind.

At the same time, it folds automatically, and within a moment it has turned into a paper crane.

Paper cranes flap their wings and walk against the wind.

After all the paper cranes flew away, Li Pingan let out a soft breath.

Back and forth, but I don't know if it will be too late.

At this moment, the sky has turned pale, and there is a hint of vitality, as if dawn is coming.

And when a ray of morning sun falls.

Li Pingan slowly opened his eyes, with a look of exhaustion in his eyes.

The consumption of this night is really too great.

Send messages across state lines, and make sure it's fast enough.

Li Pingan rubbed his brows and let out a light breath.

He vaguely had a bad premonition, so he didn't take much rest.

Stepping on the Drizzle Flying Sword, it flew in one direction.

..............

"Boom--!!"

"Guotou, the rain is getting heavier."

The man from the caravan shouted.

It's been raining for two days now, and it's really evil.

There is little rain in the foggy forest, and it is not bad to have a few rains throughout the year.

But this time it rained for three full days.

The pot head of the caravan wiped the rainwater off his face and shouted loudly: "Keep going! Don't stop, don't stop."

He didn't want to shout at first, but the rain was so heavy that the people behind couldn't hear him if he didn't shout.

There are thousands of villages in the fog forest, big and small.

Without exception, the village owners and elders in each village are worshiping the gods.

They didn't know what happened, but the heavy rain seemed to herald a disaster.

The dark clouds in the sky were getting thicker and thicker, and the violent storm pushed the people who were praying for help from the gods outside, tottering, as if they couldn't stand anymore.

The sound of splashing water came from all directions, and the cold raindrops hit their bodies.

It was as if they were trapped in the sky full of water.

In the depths of the foggy forest, the mist that has been pervading for thousands of years began to slowly dissipate.

"Roar--!!"

The roar of wild beasts continued.

Birds come out of the forest, wild animals run.

But it seems that there is an invisible force tearing them and devouring them.

More people stood in the rain, staring at the depths of the foggy forest with dull eyes, as if a huge fear was quietly approaching from the unknown end.

In the mist, among the rocks, in the grass.

Under the gaze of countless pairs of ghost eyes, they are laughing at the humans who are still in a state of confusion.

Laughing at their incompetence, laughing at their unknowingly going to destruction.

"Second, hurry up!"

Orion greeted his second brother.

The old second hand was carrying a rabbit with dark fur, not small in size.

"This rain is really evil."

"No."

The two brothers quickened their pace while chatting.

Gradually, I couldn't see the road in front of me clearly.

The boss kept wiping the rain from his eyes.

"Second child, second child!"

The eldest looked around, there was rain and fog, but the second was nowhere to be seen.

Turning his head suddenly, a terrifying face appeared in front of his eyes.

It was a skinny face, without a trace of blood, and a pair of eyes were sunken deep in the eye sockets, shining with green light.

"what!!"

The monster was still holding the head of the second child.

"Bang!!"

Brains splattered, and a stream of warm liquid flowed from his face.

The eldest uttered a terrified scream and ran away.

The figure slowly followed behind him, as if enjoying the fun of hunting. .

The boss ran back to the village in panic, "save...save"

As soon as his voice came out, it suddenly stopped.

There was a commotion in the whole village, but none of them were human voices.

Blood and rain were mixed together, but such a heavy rain could not dissipate the strong smell of blood.

The ground was full of corpses lying here and there, and one head was very eye-catching.

He is the village owner in the village, who once killed three ghosts who ran out of the foggy forest with his bare hands.

At this moment, his head was hung on the flagpole.

The boss fell to the ground, feeling ashamed.

Almost at the same time, more than a dozen villages near the depths of the foggy forest were the first to suffer.

People were panic-stricken and their faces were ashen.

Some were seriously injured, and some were still bleeding, like a group of bereaved dogs.

"war!"

"It's Fenghuo."

A village lit a beacon.

This is the signal between the villages, because they are often attacked by monsters, the few villages that are close to each other hold together to keep warm.

When monsters attack, notify each other and prepare for defense.

The gate of the village was shut heavily.

Roaring sounds come and go, sometimes like thunder, sometimes echoing in the valley.

It's hard to imagine what kind of group of vicious people they are.

All the people in the village were armed and ready for a tough battle.

However, they soon discovered that they were thinking too naively.

Before the battle started, it turned into a massacre.

..........

thatched cottage.

Shopkeeper Sun of the wine shop watched the rain scene while drinking.

Although it made him feel a little depressed, he hadn't seen such a rain scene in the foggy forest for a long time.

Just as I was thinking about it, I saw someone in the distance running towards me in a hurry.

"Come here quickly, don't get sick, the rain is too heavy." Shopkeeper Sun shouted.

It's just that the man ran halfway, and suddenly fell to the ground as if he had exhausted all his strength.

Shopkeeper Sun frowned, "What's going on?"

Holding an umbrella, he ran out the door.

When I got closer, I realized that the man was covered in blood.

"Hey, what's the matter?"

Shopkeeper Sun recognized this person's identity and quickly helped him up.

"...Monster..Monster..!!"

Shopkeeper Sun's complexion changed, "Brother hold on!"

Just as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a chill coming from behind him.

Looking back, my heart was half cold.

"I don't like this expression, just smile."

The monster behind him reached out and grinned shopkeeper Sun's mouth.

With sharp fingertips, it is easy to see a bloody gash on the corner of Shopkeeper Sun's mouth.

"By the way, this expression is so pretty, it looks much better when you die with a smile on your face."

Shopkeeper Sun closed his eyes, his body seemed to lose any warmth.

He is not weak. Humans living in the foggy forest have practiced martial arts since childhood, and their physique is naturally much stronger than that of Central Plains people.

Natural selection, weak people are either affected by the fog and die early, or are killed by monsters.

Shopkeeper Sun has encountered monsters several times over the years, but never like today.

The huge gap in strength made him lose the ability to resist.

"Damn you!!"

There was a roar, and at the same time a sword chant sounded.