Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 673 It’s Raining (1/2)

The Daojue Rain continued incessantly, and the entire world was polluted by the black rainstorm, plunging everything here into continuous darkness.

The bone-corrosive black water wrapped around Qingluan's body. Just a drop of it would penetrate into the bone marrow, leaving a black pit on the white bones.

Afterwards, the meat in the pit will immediately grow out, but the grown meat is white and gray, completely different from normal.

The skin and flesh growing in some places will even condense into cheerful smiling faces. These smiling faces look lifelike, and they will reveal innocent laughter and constantly say words that make people happy.

"Come on, have fun."

"Why should we resist? Resistance means death, and not resisting also means death. Why not just lie down and get comfortable?"

"Qingluan, it's useless. Everyone will die, and you will die too. So, just die comfortably."

Qingluan walked in the camp with an expressionless face. From time to time, he picked up a stone spear and inserted the tip of the spear into the mouth of the little smiling face. Then he dug them out one by one and threw the bloody pieces of flesh aside.

Soon, Qingluan had more than a dozen bleeding wounds on his arms and face, but he was still running around here, driving those who could still move back to his hut.

These smiles caused by Dao Jue are deeply rooted in his bones. It is so painful when they are taken out that even the audience turns pale when they see them.

[Qingluan, no, it's Master Qingxian, I admit that I didn't respect you before, but I will definitely hold my breath when I see you next time.]

[What is a tough guy? This is it! ]

[As expected of an immortal master who fought in the battle between good and evil, there is nothing wrong with his Dao heart. His will is inhumanly strong, no wonder he was able to survive that period.]

[I can’t bear it anymore. Please let me know when it’s over.]

[At this moment, I actually want to go to Jingxin Sect. I am definitely sick.]

[I agree. I think you are sick, too. So do I.]

Amid the discussion among the audience, Qingluan had already driven a dozen people back to her own hut.

After roughly dragging a young man who was already entangled in Dao Jue out of the hut, he kicked him on the buttocks and pointed to the distance and shouted: "Go over there first!"

"Thank you!"

After shouting, the other party ran away, but soon turned back and shouted: "May is still in there saving people, let May come out first!"

Qingluan's originally unfriendly expression turned even darker at this moment.

Holding the stone spear tightly, he ran forward. After a dozen breaths, he saw five people led by May digging the collapsed house. From time to time, they shouted to the inside: "Hold on, we will be able to leave soon."

Rushing forward, Qingluan gripped the stone spear tightly and rushed towards May.

Although his magic power was gone and his realm was no longer there, all the martial arts instincts had been engraved in his heart and he had not forgotten them even here.

The spear flew out like thunder, and May, who was rescuing people, also felt it. He turned around and saw the spear flying out, piercing through the middle of a man who had completely become a part of Dao Jue.

Then, the spear tip burst out like a rainstorm, and the black man was immediately turned into a sieve, turning into black water and flowing to the ground.

Looking at the black water on the ground with a complicated expression, Wu Yue nodded slightly to Qing Luan, then shouted: "Mr. Qing, please..."

"Who are you to order me around?" Qing Luan yelled in dissatisfaction, "Get out! There are more than 20 people in my house. There is clean water over there. Let them wash themselves with clean water to avoid some of the erosion here. There is food in the cellar. Take the food and leave quickly. Don't stay here."

"But there are still people in the ruins!" May shouted anxiously, "The three people inside..."

Too lazy to listen to May's nonsense, Qingluan clamped the spear and swept it across, hitting May heavily on the body, making the other party groan.

Grabbing the other person's hair, Qingluan said fiercely: "Then you choose! My little house cannot withstand so much black water. We must escape to the top of the mountain. If no one goes over to command the situation, they will all die. And if you give up these three people now and go to rescue others, you can save more people. Now, make your choice!" May looked at Qingluan blankly, his pale lips trembling for a long time, but he couldn't utter a word.

Turning his head to the side, he looked at his companions and found that they had also stopped what they were doing and were looking at him silently.

"You also..."

The young man who had clashed with Qing Luan lowered his head in silence, and after a moment he said, "May, Mr. Qing is right, they can't be saved. May... let's go."

"But……"

May was like a fish that had come ashore, looking at Qingluan with lifeless eyes, his mouth opening and closing unconsciously.

Not wanting to delay any longer, Qingluan knocked Wu Yue unconscious with a stick, then said to the young man, "Go to my hut and lead them upstairs."

The young man immediately helped Wu Yue up, looked at Qing Luan with a complicated expression, and then rushed towards the cabin.

Qing Luanyue turned around and was about to rescue others when she suddenly heard a faint singing voice coming from under the ruins: "Sister, you go up the mountain. Brother, I'll go on the road."

Hearing the song, Qingluan's body shook violently, and a sense of familiarity suddenly came over him, making him stand still.

Then, another person chuckled and whispered, "You actually sang this... The wild flowers on the road are fragrant~ I will smell them slowly, brother."

The third person was already barely breathing, but he started laughing at this moment: "You guys...are actually learning to sing like May...or this song...the next one is..."

The three people's voices became smaller and smaller, but their singing became clearer and clearer.

This is a song with some color, the content is vulgar and obscene, but it is also very pure and straightforward, using the most direct feelings to express the poet's longing for his lover.

Qingluan just listened to the song blankly, and after one section was over, he asked, "You said, was this taught to you by Wu Yue?"

"No." A weak voice came from underground, "We eavesdropped."

"Did May say where she heard it from?"

"No. He didn't know how he could sing. He can't do it anymore. He's too tired. He's leaving now."

"Well, you go first, see you later."

The singing started again.

It’s just that before, the three of them could still talk and laugh, interacting with each other, but now it has turned into a duet between two people, with one person humming softly.

Then, the humming sound disappeared, and it became one person singing and one person humming, and then it became two people humming.

In the end, there was not even a humming sound, only the sound of raindrops falling to the ground.

Standing there, Qingluan felt a huge grief coming over him, making him feel that he had had similar experiences before.

At that time, I was also standing with a gun, but what fell on my face was not rain, but red blood.

The song transcended time and space, making him feel as if struck by lightning, and his mind went blank.

Standing there, Qingluan raised his head and let the raindrops wash him.

It's raining.

(End of this chapter)