withered prosperity

The severe burning pain in his shoulder pulled Yan Hai's mind out of the water.

He turned his head slowly, a drop of viscous red liquid wiped his cheek and fell.

There was an unusual burning sensation...Yan Hai turned over sideways with his hands propped up on the ground, avoiding the next drip.

He retreated to the edge of the steps, touched his face, and found that the mirage had indeed been melted away.

Mu Huaijin's head seemed to have been reattached to his neck, leaving only one obvious scar, but viscous liquid oozed from the edge of these scars, red and yellow, very disgusting to look at.

Moreover, these liquids seem to be able to dissolve everything, and most of Mu Huaijin's clothes have melted away, revealing the body underneath.

You can't tell when you're clothed, but he's terribly weird underneath.

From the chest down, his body slowly changed from an ordinary flesh color to a strange green color, and there were strange textures on it.

Like a tree... Yan Hai lowered his eyes.

"Hit... it's really... ruthless." As if the severed neck hadn't fully recovered, Mu Huaijin spoke intermittently and in a breathy voice: "What I mentioned...it's obviously beneficial to you...yours Don't die..."

During the time he said this, Yan Hai spat out several mouthfuls of purple-black blood.

"You may not know much about me. I don't like to put my life in other people's hands." He wiped his bloody chin with his sleeve, and smiled at Mu Huaijin: "And I can't believe it." You and the Mu family behind you, I don't want to become Ling Han in the second month."

Following his expressions and movements, those mirages that somehow hardened and shattered peeled off with his movements, revealing his true appearance.

Half of it is handsome like a fairy, half of it is like a ghost, and beside the old wound that runs through his cheek, the bluish-gray color is constantly spreading around, and it has almost occupied most of his cheek at this moment.

"You said I praised you for being smart just now, why did you do all the stupid things in a blink of an eye?" Mu Huaijin moved his head up and down, left and right, and seemed to be completely healed. "Forget it, as long as you are in our hands, I don't have to worry about not getting Mi Chang Ling."

"Mi Changling..." Yan Hai repeated in a murmur, his intuition told him that this is an extremely important key, and it is very likely that this is what Mu Huaijin said just now, hidden in the bead. thing.

But his body couldn't keep up with his thoughts.

At this moment, his eyes were darkened, and he could hardly see anything.

Mu Huaijin bent down and found the vial from his sleeve.

"This is a good thing. It will be of infinite benefit to you. Even if it is us, not everyone can... Anyway, you will know after eating it." He pulled out the cork and squeezed Yan Hai's chin with his hand, He was about to pour the contents into Yan Hai's mouth.

Yan Hai was powerless to get rid of him, even unable to commit suicide, feeling extremely anxious in his heart.

He exhausted the remaining bit of strength, and only turned his head a little bit, and then he only felt a coolness on his cheeks.

Mu Huaijin gave a 'tsk', with a regretful expression on his face.

Yan Hai suddenly felt that his whole body was refreshed, and he could see clearly in front of his eyes.

"It's too wasteful." Mu Huaijin looked at the terrible scar that was changing rapidly under the action of that drop of medicine. "Don't move around, or I'll kill you first, and then use this elixir to bring you back to life. Believe me, it won't feel good."

Yan Hai could feel the breath of life coming from the scar on his cheek... For the first time in many years, he had such a feeling. This decayed and heavy body suddenly became light and lively. .

He couldn't help closing his eyes, feeling as if his whole body had already floated on the clouds, and there was nothing in the world that could bind him...

"You have already realized the benefits of Qiongzhilu! This is just the beginning!" Seeing his dazed appearance, Mu Huaijin smiled: "Just drink more, and you will never be able to live without... "

His voice stopped suddenly, and the smile froze on his face.

Mu Huaijin let go of Yan Hai and took a few steps back.

His expression was very bewildered, and his head was slightly tilted upward.

Yan Hai bumped into the railing, and instantly woke up.

He backed up a little, and then touched his face, the smooth touch... He put his hand in front of him, and found a large piece of blue-gray powder on his hand.

Mu Huaijin suddenly fell to his knees, Yan Hai looked at him vigilantly, and stepped back a little.

Mu Huaijin widened his eyes and lowered his head, then Yan Hai saw something popping out from his waist.

It was a palm-sized black flame, which burned in Mu Huaijin's body, and then part of it protruded from the wound on his waist, and then shrank back.

Mu Huaijin pursed his lips like a fish out of water, judging from his expression, it seemed that he was suffering great pain, but he couldn't make a sound.

He raised his head to look at Yan Hai, then slowly went up from his legs and feet, turning into a piece of pitch black coke.

Just like the previous few times, black flames jumped out of these cokes.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but it's bigger than when it appeared from Mu Huaijin's waist just now.

Yan Hai supported the railing and stood up.

The flame jumped twice in the air, and then jumped towards the fallen bottle on the steps.

The bottle had just been dropped by Mu Huaijin to the ground, spilling a few drops of light green liquid.

At the place where the liquid dripped at this moment, fine branches and leaves have grown in the blink of an eye, and they are winding and growing very quickly.

Yan Hai's heart trembled, and his fingertips trembled slightly as he stroked his cheek again.

The flames engulfed the leaves and the bottle, and the color gradually changed.

Slowly...from black...to dark green...and then to turquoise...

Yan Hai stared blankly until the pain in his body surged up again.

Holding his chest, he staggered back a few steps and fell on his back.

During the interval when the severe pain ran through his body, he could see tiny cracks slowly appearing on the dome.

The next moment, a group of green flames jumped in front of him, blocking his sight.

"Are you... Yunji's fire..." He panted softly, asking the ball of flames floating in mid-air.

It is said that before people die, they will see various imaginary illusions of themselves.

Yan Hai didn't know if this was his imagination, but he actually felt that this strangely colored fire seemed to be able to understand what he said.

"Why are you here..." he asked again.

It may be a very absurd thing to talk to a flame.

But what does it matter?Anyway... there's no one else here...he's going to...

But miraculously, that group of flames suddenly took the shape of a butterfly, and several groups of flames separated from the butterfly. After those flames ran away, finally a group of very small sparks separated again. Jump up and down in mid-air.

"Ah!" He actually understood it. "You're being left behind... so what?"

He turned his head and looked at the pillar in the middle of the pond.

He has no strength, and there is no way to open the town again...

"I'm sorry... I can't help." He felt that he might have fallen into the chaos before dying, so he stretched out his hand, trying to touch the flame that Yun Ji told him not to approach. "Now here... only us..."

The moment his fingertips just touched the flame... the flame suddenly grew bigger and swallowed him whole.

The dome also completely collapsed at this moment.

The sea water and the ground immediately turned upside down.

He flung his eyes open.

The bright red and silver rays of light in the pupils intertwine and intertwine, like flowing water, flickering and shining brightly.