The days of being a writer in a different world

The blood on Cheng Chen's arm flowed more and more, and it flowed faster and faster. The bright red blood mist boiled and rolled, and suddenly sprayed towards the panicked Yue clan around, everyone had a share.Several elders were spattered with blood from head to toe, the two elders of the Yue family were also separated, but Yue Yan was sprayed with blood all over his face.

Who made him Cheng Chen's "biological father"? !

Cheng Chen endured the dizziness caused by excessive blood loss, as well as the attacking chill, his face turned pale, he gritted his teeth and finished reading Nezha's "Flesh and Blood", and finally let out a roar: "The blood of the Yue family, I I will return all of them today. The kindness of life has been repaid, and the kindness and righteousness will be severed. From then on, the Yue clan and I have nothing to do with each other, and have nothing to do with each other!"

Before he finished speaking, his eyes went black for a while. Too bad, he couldn't finish reading the following paragraph of the lotus root returning to the soul.

The effect of the spiritual book is that this is not good. You can only roughly know what will happen, but you can't fully control it. Unexpected things will always appear.The spiritual book in his hand fell, and he fell backwards, falling into a warm, eager, slightly trembling embrace.

With his last soberness, Cheng Chen struggled to come up with a few words: "Ling, Ling book! Don't throw away..."

"Don't worry, I'm here."

A wet and familiar kiss was sent, with a faint sweet taste of grass and trees, and a strong spirituality poured in from his mouth. He only felt that the stars in the sea of ​​consciousness were a little brighter, and he felt relieved, and fell into it hurriedly. Dreamland.

The sudden shock caught the suzerain Yue Jun off guard, and he was stunned for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he hurriedly calmed down the Yue clan, and lost the best time to rush into the altar.

The tumbling cloud of Yin spirits made people who are most likely to attract Yin spirits in the main vein avoid them, and they couldn't get close at all. Amidst the huge wind and thunder, Yue Jun shouted and commanded his followers to charge in, and could only watch helplessly with the Yue family. The warriors who were inextricably connected but did not have the blood of the Yue family were shaken away by the violently turbulent spirituality and ghosts, and fell to the ground in all directions.

In the bursts of cloudy mist, Yue Yan trembled all over. Not only was his body extremely cold, but such a terrifying and concentrated ghost reminded him of the fearful moment that he couldn't even recall back then.He clenched his trembling teeth tightly, his mouth was bloody, whether it was Cheng Chen's blood or his own.It took all of his willpower to keep himself from turning around and running away.

You can't escape, you can't escape even if you die.His children, two flesh-and-blood sons, are still inside!Even if one is sent to the altar to lose his spirituality, and the other cut off his blood and relatives, he hates his family to the bone.

Even if he risked his life, he would save the two children!

Yue Yan trembled, braving the extreme cold and trying to walk into the thick cloud of ghost spirits, but the second brother Yue Wei grabbed him and quietly pointed in one direction.He vaguely saw a figure galloping towards him, rushing into the Yin Lingyun, and not long after, he carried out a half-grown child who was not wearing sacrificial attire, and it looked like that figure was Cheng Chen.

Yue Yan's eyes turned hot, and his heart was mostly relieved, but when he thought of the younger Yue Quan eating "Cen meat" and staying in the midst of such a thick Yin spirit, he became anxious again: "Second brother, let me go, Ah Quan, he still ..."

Yue Wei clasped him tightly, squinting his eyes to see his elder brother anxiously assigning commands, he slowly raised his hand, looked at the blood splashed on his hand, and slid his fingers in the direction of the elders and the members of the Yue family. , said softly: "You don't have to worry."

It's them who should be in a hurry.

The fine blood droplets that touched the skin, before anyone wiped them off, permeated into the skin of everyone in the Yue clan strangely, and disappeared in an instant.This is the main bloodline of the Yue clan, which was parted by Cheng Chen and integrated into the bodies of the Yue clan.

The family members and clan elders who have never been "favored" by the Yin spirits were immediately surrounded by the thick fog of the Yin spirits after they merged into the main bloodline, especially the few clan elders who were "cared for" by the Yin spirits. , splashed the most blood mist, and the ghosts surrounding them were almost black.

Cheng Chen disappeared without a trace, and was quietly run away by his spiritual master. The golden Nezha's spirituality naturally disappeared, and the spiritual light and thunder that restrained the Yin spirit also quietly disappeared.

The entire Qingshiping altar was in a mess, and the ghosts spontaneously dispersed and fell into pieces. This cloud of ash and that piece of black surrounded the Yue clan who were melted into the blood mist.The warriors were shirtless in the ice and snow, and it was not the first time that they recited the curse for the protection of the main line.

Golden lights flashed one after another, and there were occasional Sanskrit and Buddha chants—they were advancing with the times and newly tattooed the "Great Compassion Mantra" by young clansmen and warriors.Although the effect of chanting this mantra is not as good as that of Cheng Chen and Cheng Lang, but compared to the original Yue mantra, it is better in terms of brilliance, complete scriptures, especially professional counterparts, and the curative effect is quite good.

When the mist dispersed, the situation on the field could be seen clearly.Yue Quan had already sat up by himself. Although he was still hugging his body and shivering, he was obviously in better spirits. There was still a cloud of mist emerging from his body, spreading out aimlessly, and then pounced on the "accommodating space" Larger "carriers" - such as those humanoid skin bags with wrinkled skin and a strong smell of blood.

Therefore, in fact, the Yin spirits in other worlds also quite abide by their own "scientific" laws. Under the same spiritual "pressure" and "blood" attraction, the "penetration" of high concentration to low concentration is the kingly way!

Yue Wei gave a slight push and looked silly—brother who has always been silly, why don't you go and take the child back?

Yue Yan suddenly realized, and staggered into the much lighter mist, he hugged the child tightly, and carried the child out.

"From now on, it is no longer necessary to choose only the main line of the Yue family to worship." Yue Wei stood in the distance, watching the panicked and angry clan elders who desperately asked Wu Cong to dispel the ghosts for him, and jumped on his feet to read for himself. The members of the branch of the mantra, with a smile that was not a smile, explained to the silly brother, "I want to sacrifice the main vein because the blood of the main vein is thicker. Now, everyone has the blood of the main vein. They can sacrifice themselves to gluttony."

Yue Yan hugged the child who was slowly warming up, and was surprised by Mu Mu's rare long sentence in 2000 years.

Yue Wei sighed leisurely: "The Yue clan has been falling apart since then, no matter how difficult it is to be united. It is a catastrophe, but it is also a good thing." He looked meaningfully at his silly younger brother who was filled with Yin spirits for two generations and sent to Taotie's mouth to sacrifice. , Said: "Especially for my main line. Your illegitimate son is really not easy."

In the midst of the commotion, the Taotie stone carving in the middle of the Qingshi sacrificial ground lit up with a black and red luster, and a large swath of cloudy mist was wrapped and pulled away. This thick and thick fog, far exceeding the past, unexpectedly formed a cloud under the gravitational pull of the Taotie stone carving. A small cloud-like column resembling a tornado.Rolling and twisting, it gradually moved towards the center of the stone carving, and the base of the foot was tightly attached to Taotie's big mouth. From a distance, it looked like a twisted funnel was being sucked in.

The members of the Yue clan, who had never seen such a strange appearance in the family priests, stopped their movements and watched in astonishment as the Taotie sucked out the Yin spirits and returned to the dark gray simple stone carvings.

Yue Jun and the clan elders stared at the Taotie stone carving with serious expressions.A professional who was sprayed with blood mist, forced a bunch of Yin spirits, and was hollowed out by Taotie—Elder Han, who looked seventeen or eighteen years older, was trembling with the support of his clansmen. Walked forward, knelt down on the ground, groped for the stone carvings, and felt it with spiritual touch.

After a while, he hoarsely hoarsely said with a complex expression, "Gaotie is very satisfied. According to the past practice, there will be no need to sacrifice for about three to fifty years."

Yue Yan heaved a sigh of relief, frowned and turned to ask his second elder brother: "What happened to the yin spirit mist just now? I have never seen a sacrificial Taotie like this before. Didn't they all suck the yin from the person who made the sacrifice in the past?" Ling is fine, how about this time..."

Yue Wei looked at the suzerain of the Yue clan solemnly. As the representatives of the Yue clan, they are qualified to participate in the important affairs of the country, and they know more about some unknown secrets than others.

This time the ghost sacrifice, the twisted and terrifying appearance that looked like a tornado, although it was fleeting, it looked exactly like a miniature "leak"!

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Master An, who was not easy, lost a lot of blood. Although he was carried by his own wolf and wrapped his arms into big meat dumplings, he was carried on his back in a half-conscious state and ran down the mountain, regrettably. I didn't get to see the scene of chickens and dogs jumping on the altar.

Halfway up the mountain, Dong Ze and Lao Jiang, who only knew about the explosion of the Yue clan on the top of the mountain, but did not know the specific situation, stopped the two of them, wanting to change hands for the sweaty Cheng Lang.Cheng Lang shook his head, silently carried his scribe on his back, jumped like a wild deer in the snow-covered mountains, and rushed down the mountain quickly.

Cheng Chen lay dazedly on the slightly bumpy warm car, pouted dissatisfiedly, there was a song in his heart that he really wanted to hum, but he had no strength: You are mighty and majestic, the man who harnesses the horse, hey horse, run slowly run……

Huh?Like two songs?Never mind, I really want to sleep...

Once at the foot of the mountain, Master An, whose face was as white as snow, resumed the grand ostentation that Zhen Guo Wenshi should have.The ambulance and guards who had been waiting for a long time rushed the master to the nearest military hospital for first aid. This is the master of the town!Someone has to be responsible for the hair loss.But it's hard to get to the bottom of the commotion among the priests of the Yue clan, who is to blame? !

Cheng Lang followed his boy closely, holding his cold and trembling hand, not daring to let go for a moment, completely ignoring the eager questioning of people around him, such as Jiang Moumou.

He only replied: "He has lost a lot of blood, and his body only has lacerations on his arms." Then he kept silent, his green eyes were gloomy, as if the black light had froze, turning into a pool of dark green stagnant water.

"Quick, quick! Emergency blood transfusion, type A. Repeat the cross-matching, do the specific volume and platelet count immediately..."

"Treat the wound first, nurse, debride the wound! The wound is so long, it needs to be stitched..."

In the chaos, Cheng Chen woke up in a daze for a moment. He pushed his eyelids open, struggled and said to A Lang: "Simple, Jane, treat the wound, don't sew it up. Take the spirit, the spirit book, go immediately, go away." Zhou Fanlou, you healed my wounds..."

Before he finished speaking, the master fainted again.

Cheng Lang tried his best to put aside all disputes, staring at the attending doctor who simply cleaned and treated the wound for the master, put on a temporary sealing drug gel and gauze, and carefully picked up the frail boy alone.

"Go back to Lizhou, go to Fanlou, immediately!" With a sullen face, he ran out quickly, but his hands couldn't be more stable.