Because of the raging zombies, the night has become extremely dangerous.
Even though Ma Xiaoyu and Yin Xiu have strong magic powers, if there is a fire in the wild at this time, whether it will attract zombies or surviving humans, neither of them are easy to mess with.
These are troubled times, and perhaps humanity is even more in danger.
At this time, Yin Xiu and the others had found a cave to rest in.
Because of the dead vegetation, these places that were tightly covered in the past have now become easy to find and can be seen almost at a glance.
They hid in the corner of the cave so that the fire could not be seen outside, and the smoke from the bonfire could be exhausted from inside.
It was early summer at this time, and the cave only felt cool, but not cold.
Therefore, this bonfire is just a tool to reassure them and provide lighting.
Ma Xiaoyu and Bai Fenghuang slept on the ground beside the fire with a blanket each.
Yin Xiu did not have such good luck. He had to take charge of the previous work of Qin Qi, which was to keep vigil.
He is really not the type of Ren Qi who can have bright eyes all night long and never feel tired for a moment.
So just sitting there for a few hours, with the moon still hanging high in the sky, Yin Xiu's eyelids were already shaking.
Ma Xiaoyu slept inside, and the white peacock slept outside, with his back to the fire and a thin blanket covering his body.
She was extremely sleepy, and because she had been sleeping outdoors all year round, she was very adaptable to this method.
So almost as soon as her head hit the pillow, she was already asleep.
After a while, the firelight flickered, and the white peacock's eyes moved under his eyelids.
After a pause, she suddenly felt a hand gently touch her foot.
Then a burst of warmth came from behind.
Yeah...
The white peacock suppressed the urge to scream and moved its shoulders slightly, pretending to be sleeping.
However, her move did not dissuade the hand, but made the hand that was both scary and expected move up a little more.
Warm and soft, with a touch of flexibility.
The white peacock quietly opened her eyes a little and glanced in the direction of Ma Xiaoyu. She was sleeping with her back to this side, completely ignorant of what was happening here.
Bai Peacock never imagined that Yin Xiu would be so bold and things would be so exciting.
[Brother, don’t be here. What will happen if Miss Ma sees her later...]
Although he wanted to say this, but after feeling the increasingly obvious heat and the increasingly disordered hand, the white peacock unconsciously tightened his grip, swallowed the words from his throat, controlled his breathing, and kept his chest ups and downs.
Gradually, she felt a damp feeling on her body.
Buzz…
Yin Xiu drew his sword, and the ferocious murderous aura in Izumi's words made him wake up, and the previous sleepiness completely dissipated.
Izumi Ichimon's cold light reflected Yin Xiu's face, making the surrounding fog seem to become a little thinner.
At first, he thought it was the smoke from the campfire blowing back with the wind, but Yin Xiu didn't care.
However, gradually the thick fog seemed to turn into a solid wall, like silk, wrapping him up and isolating him from the surrounding world.
The thick fog not only prevented him from leaving, but also seemed to muffle his voice.
Yin Xiu held up the knife, while guarding the surroundings, he looked in the direction of Ma Xiaoyu and Bai Peacock.
Ma Xiaoyu turned her back to him, breathing slowly, as if everything was normal.
The white peacock had curled up, frowned, a blush appeared on his face, and his breathing was rapid.
Although she didn't know what she had encountered, Yin Xiu was very sure that the white peacock must have been affected by an illusion.
As for Ma Xiaoyu, she simply slept deeply.
However, it stands to reason that Ma Xiaoyu would not sleep so deeply, even if the person coming was a master of Qinggong.
What kind of existence could create such a thick fog and make Ma Xiaoyu completely unaware of the visitor?
Fortunately, the enemy hiding in the fog seemed to be aiming at him, and only at him.
After thinking for a moment, Yin Xiu finally spoke.
"Hey, my friend, no matter you are a human, a monster, or a ghost, if you want to meet me, you have to show up, right?
Otherwise, you can only write a letter and find a postman to send it to me, and we will become a pair of mutually respectful pen pals. ”
Hehehe...
A cold, low voice came from the mist.
Yin Xiu could feel that the guy was peeping at her in the thick fog, and seemed to be considering whether to show up.
The guy in the thick fog didn't move, and Yin Xiubian didn't move either. He just gently held the Izumi Ichimonji with his hand.
Because he knew that if he acted rashly at this time, he would easily fall into a disadvantage.
Even though he is a master of the synesthesia realm, in the past battles in which the weak defeated the strong, Yin Xiu has learned that intelligence is a more useful weapon than weapons.
Although fists, feet, and weapons were needed to defeat the enemy in the end, without enough intelligence, if you didn't know who the enemy was, you didn't know where to swing those sharp swords.
Therefore, Yin Xiu did not plan to take action before getting enough information.
Anyway, the other party's target is only him, and it has nothing to do with the two girls.
Finally, amid the stalemate, other sounds appeared in the thick fog.
There was a series of footsteps, as if they were stepping in water, with a popping sound, and a stream of cold water vapor hit his face.
Yin Xiu suddenly became energetic and felt that her eyes suddenly became much clearer.
Suddenly, the cave suddenly became crowded.
Standing at the front were two maids in ancient costumes, their faces as white as paper, each holding a palace lantern with no light inside the paper skin.
At the back, there were two columns, a total of six soldiers, wearing blue and white military uniforms from an unknown era. There were no weapons in their hands, but they were holding signs, a total of six wooden signs.
The first ones are "respect" and "avoidance", followed by "protect the environment" and "pacify the people", and the last ones are "red river" and "dragon king".
Behind these soldiers was probably the person who had been watching him before.
Among the sedans carried on the shoulders of four pale bearers, a curtain hung down, and there was a dark shadow inside.
On the top of the sedan, there is a Wanmin umbrella, with ribbons hanging down, covering the top of the sedan.
The person in the sedan chair is probably the Dragon King of the Red River, the god responsible for making clouds and rain in the Jiaozhi area.
Only these dragon kings will bring such rich moisture when they travel.
Because this is part of their immortal energy, and it is also the guarantee that the Dragon King can walk on the ground. Even in such a dry moment, the appearance of the Red River Dragon King caused water drops to seep out of the dry rock walls.
"Yin Xiu, a disciple of Maoshan, pays homage to the Dragon King." Yin Xiu did not put away Iquan Yiwen, but took it in his hand and saluted the Dragon King of the Red River.
However, there was no response from the sedan, only a weird chirping sound.
Yin Xiu paused for a moment, and then realized that this dragon king seemed to be a ghost and immortal, not a real god.
Ghost immortals can be cultivated through military combat or other methods, while righteous gods need to go through more tribulations and practice. The most important thing is that to become a righteous god, you need canonization and incense offerings from the court.
This is Jiaozhi, and official officials from the Central Plains imperial court cannot come here, so there is no so-called righteous god here. Even if the Dragon King of the Red River is worshiped with incense, he cannot become a righteous god.
To communicate with non-human ghosts and immortals, special means are required, that is, ghosts eat mud.
"Sorry, please wait a moment."
Making a gesture to the other side, Yin Xiu took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket that had melted due to the high temperature for days.
He tore open the wrapping paper, squeezed and rubbed the chocolate in his hands, and finally turned it into a ball of mud and stuffed it into his mouth.
Yin Xiu opened her mouth and made a gurgling sound.
"I wonder why Lord Dragon King is looking for a disciple?" Yin Xiu said respectfully.
On the other end, the Red River Dragon King finally responded. Its voice seemed a bit old. Although it was not hoarse, it was really not that pleasant to hear.
"I was traveling and passed by this cave. I wanted to go in and hide for a while, but unexpectedly I bumped into fellow Taoist."
"I was rude and did not welcome the Dragon King."
Yin Xiu replied like this, but she didn't think so in her heart.
This Dragon King of the Red River can move clouds and make rain, travel thousands of miles by day, and spy on the existence of ghosts and gods at night. How could he not know that there is someone hiding here?
It must be hiding some secrets when it comes here, but it's just not revealed yet.
"It doesn't matter."
The curtain stirred, and in the bright light, the broad body of the Red River Dragon King was looming.
There is a crown on its head, and pearls hang down to cover its face.
Whether it is the size of the crown or the shape of the head, it shows that it is not a human being, but a dragon sitting upright.
"You Taoist fellow are from the Central Plains, right?"
After a pause, the Red River Dragon King emphasized again: "Changbai Mountain, I feel the breath of Changbai Mountain. There, I once participated in the banquet held by the Taibai God in the forest. It was really glorious and magnificent, and the fairy spirit was floating.
But this was three hundred years ago. I wonder if Shenjun Taibai is okay now? ”
Yin Xiu's eyes dimmed for a moment, and then she suppressed her emotions again, and just replied: "The blessings of Taibai God are as long as the heaven and the earth."
"Yes, he has the same life span as heaven and earth. After all, he is the righteous god. He is worshiped by the incense of Kyushu. No matter which dynasty the court has to send a document to Changbai Mountain to canonize him, it is really majestic.
In comparison, I am just a ghost and fairy, receiving incense and offerings for nothing, but in the end I cannot sit upright in the palace. ”
The Red River Dragon King sighed like this, seeming to be very envious.
In fact, what Yin Xiu didn't know was that the Dragon King of the Red River was actually hated by the court because he helped the prince who perished during the turmoil of the previous dynasty, so he fled along the river to Jiaozhi.
"Lord Dragon, compared with us mortals who live and die, you are already an eternal existence, so why do you need to be so sentimental?" Yin Xiu replied.
"Eternal?"
The Red River Dragon King put one hand, or rather one paw, under his chin, as if he was thinking or asking questions.
"Does eternity mean immortality? Does eternity mean immortality?"
It chanted repeatedly, and its voice seemed to become older and hoarse than before.
Yin Xiu didn't reply, and he didn't know how to reply. He just waited for the Red River Dragon King to continue talking.
However, the topic of the Red River Dragon King came to an abrupt end when it suddenly poked out a claw from behind the curtain.
It was a cyan claw with black spots, thick and powerful.
In a daze, the claws had reached Yin Xiu's face.
"Do you know that a mortal who steals the power of the Dragon Emperor's son violates the destiny of heaven?"
There was anger in its voice, and the meridians in its claws seemed to bulge due to the emotional fluctuations.
"Bring it back and give the power of the Dragon Emperor's son to the real dragon. In this way, I can fly in the sky again and make clouds and rain."
Its claws gradually came closer to Yin Xiu's eyes, and the power of the three-color dragon emperor hidden in Yin Xiu's body seemed to feel the call, and began to transpire and fly.
Three flying dragons, cyan, white, and red, rise from Yin Xiu's shoulders, which resonates with the Dragon King of the Red River.
Stupid!
Izumi Ichimonji was unsheathed again, and Yin Xiu's hand dripped with hot blood.
As his blood dripped on the ground, the cloud of the three-color Dragon Emperor disappeared on his shoulders and returned to Yin Xiu's body again.
The claws of the Red River Dragon King stopped in place and never moved forward.
"Why?" it asked.
"Lord Dragon King, although it is a pity that you seem to have lost the ability to move clouds and make rain because of the power of the Drought Demon, and you have fallen from the clouds."
Yin Xiu sympathized with it, but her expression was firm.
"However, I collected the three-color dragon emperor's son for a more important thing. Before completing that thing, I will never hand them over. No one, no one can take them away."
Yin Xiu's eyes were ferocious, and her hands were shaking, both from pain and excitement.
His blood fell on the blade of Izumi Ichimonji, and then flowed from the blade to the tip of the blade, dripping on the ground.
It seemed to be drops of hot blood, full of vitality, so much so that the Red River Dragon King couldn't help being shocked.
It emerged from the curtain. It was the body of a dragon, but it was thin and cracked, like an old man who had been exposed to the sun for a long time.
Originally, it was protected by water vapor, so it shouldn't be in this situation.
However, as Yin Xiu said, the Han Demon took away the cloud energy, which also caused the Red River Dragon King to lose its original mana.
It began to weaken, so it placed all its hopes on the Dragon Emperor's son.
Taking away the Dragon Emperor's son from Yin Xiu seems to be its last hope.
"Sorry, Lord Dragon King, even though I can feel your pain, I can't help you."
The Red River Dragon King said no more.
In another blink of an eye, its figure returned to the sedan chair and was hidden behind the curtain.
They came in a hurry and left in a hurry. As the team turned around, the thick fog also flew out of the cave.
Yin Xiu still stayed where he was, as if nothing had happened.
However, the stinging pain in his hands, the blood on the ground, and the sigh in the thick fog were all real.
All this was not a dream, it actually happened. (End of chapter)