Rebirth of the Good Man and the Demon King

Withering Hell is one of the necessary courses in Nass College, and there are often first and second graders who come here to gain insight.Two classes in the second grade camped in the depths of the Wither Hell for a week before the first grade entered the Wither Hell.

The mission of the second graders to come to Withering Hell this time is just to do a survey of the depths of Hell, collect data and information here, and write a report on what they have seen and heard, which will be considered as the end of the course.Originally they planned to go back to school after the end of the week, but there were some accidents in the last two days—they found that the recent withers were a bit abnormal, and the withers were slowly gathering towards the depths of hell. They were like the strange sound of a baby crying Echoing non-stop in the air.

The scene in the depths is not much different from the scene at the entrance, but it is colder and darker, and the sound of cold flames flowing underground can be heard in the cracked ground.

Some people suspected that there was a volcano formed by cold flames here before, but the students and teachers of Nass College came here many times to investigate and found nothing, but those cold flames surged and erupted like a river. This strange sight shocked many people. Everyone is puzzled.

Yan Yizhu's body is weak, and he is more afraid of the cold than ordinary people.Her class teacher thoughtfully prepared a fire spar necklace and a body warmer for her before entering the withering hell.

On the last day when she was supposed to leave, Yan Yizhu woke up early and found that the air was colder than usual. She hugged the quilt tightly and looked at her classmate Wu You, who was still sleeping soundly in her dream. She couldn't bear to wake her up, so she put the warmer into the pocket of her heavy coat—she couldn't stand the cold night since last night, and she even fell asleep wearing a winter coat to keep warm.

Yan Yizhu walked out of the tent, and a gust of cold wind blew, she couldn't help shivering, and breathed out white air.

"The recent withering hell is really abnormal." At some point, Lin Fengtai, Yan Yizhu's class teacher, stood behind her, with a handsome face with a seriousness that was hard to see at ordinary times.

"Teacher Fengtai, it seems to be getting colder and colder today." Yan Yizhu said, she looked enviously at Lin Fengtai wearing only long-sleeved trousers in such a cold place, and a black windbreaker wrapped her slender figure .

The black ponytail that Lin Feng casually tied behind her head was blown up by the wind. She looked up at the withers gathered in the sky, and there was a crystal light flickering in the midair—it was the silk thread she laid down, woven like a spider web. A half dome covers the people stationed in this area, and her majestic supernatural power flows from every hair-thin and transparent thread. The withers instinctively avoid danger, although they will take a bite out of curiosity. Curious objects, but with such an obviously powerful ability, they try their best to hold back their curiosity (greedy) and fly to high altitudes.

"Should be fine." The word "should" was kept in Lin Fengtai's mouth but Yan Yizhu could only hear the words behind it.

Yan Yizhu thinks so too, nothing will happen.But the reality is developing in the completely opposite direction with their ideas.

Yan Yizhu walked out of the tent again, and when he was about to take back the detector that had been put down the day before yesterday, he was stunned by what he saw.

Cold flames spewed out from the ground covered with ferocious cracks, each spit froze the surrounding air, and there was also fresh blood winding on the ground.

Two students were lying on the ground, one was facing down, the other was facing up, Yan Yizhu remembered that he was Xiao Qiang from the next class, an energetic boy, but at this moment he was frightened and frightened. His face was blue and purple lying on the ground.

There are classmates beside them who are working hard to treat them, but their expressions are dignified, and there is still an unconcealable fear.

Lin Fengtai and Ji Feng, the head teacher of Class 2, protected all the other students behind them, and laid a cobweb-like silk thread between the students and them.

Opposite them stood five mysterious people in the same costume. They were all wrapped in black clothes with hoods on, only revealing a pair of light gray eyes full of dead silence. Just look at their eyes One glance, you will feel that your heart is being squeezed by the god of death, and you are about to suffocate.

"Hand her over." One of the mysterious people said, his voice was as cold as ice, as if he was breathing in the icy air of Withering Hell.

Lin Feng was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that the other party wanted someone, but no matter who it was, she would not hand it over.Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the two students lying on the ground, feeling uncomfortable.

"Hand her over." The mysterious man repeated again, with a deeper voice, even with a little echo.

These people are not human.

Lin Fengtai and Ji Feng thought so, and made a gesture of attacking at any time.Lin Fengtai's hands had transparent silk threads that reflected the light of cold flames blowing out from the cracks in the ground; Ji Feng's hands had a big sword.

The withers above the sky suddenly cried in unison, and the depths of the wither hell were like ten thousand ghosts crying together, but the horrific howls could not be heard, as if they were covered by a man-made transparent barrier.

Yan Yizhu raised his head in doubt, and saw that besides the silk thread laid by Teacher Lin Fengtai, there was a film-like thing on top of his head.

She was still wondering what it was, when she vaguely heard someone shouting: "Be careful."

When she looked down to the front, she was embraced by a warm embrace, and hot, bright red blood was sprayed on her pale and cold face.

"Little...you?" Yan Yizhu's pupils dilated instantly, and the blood slowly flowing from the opponent's body remained against her forehead, and her right eye was stimulated to blink continuously.Wu You, who slept in the same tent with her, was standing stiffly at this moment, hugging Yan Yizhu tightly with both hands. Behind her, a big black sword in the hands of a mysterious man pierced her back and pierced her heart.

Wu You rolled her eyes and fell powerlessly on Yan Yizhu's body.

Yan Yizhu hugged Wu You at a loss, and looked at Lin Fengtai tremblingly with his mouth open. Lin Fengtai and Ji Feng were being entangled by three other mysterious people at this moment, and there was another mysterious person who blocked the person who wanted to come forward to rescue Yan Yizhu. Classmate, the last mysterious person pulled out the big sword stuck in Wu You's body, and pointed the blood-stained black sword at Yan Yizhu, whose eyes were full of tears of fear.

"I found it." The mechanical voice of this mysterious man reached Yan Yizhu's ears.

Yan Yizhu was so frightened that her mind almost went blank. She didn't know why, but at this moment she kept calling Yan Yixian frantically in her heart: brother, brother, brother!Brother save me!

At the same time, Yan Yizhu uttered the call in his heart——

"Yixian, save me—"