Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 212 Tracking
Following the big hole that Kthugya had just broken, Shi Fei slowly rose from the ground. Under his feet was charred land and the air was filled with the smell of sulfur.

He stood at the edge of the cave, overlooking the huge pit in the valley, as if the earth was torn apart by a giant hand. The remaining magma was faintly visible at the bottom of the pit, emitting a dark red light, as if it was still telling the story of the earth-shaking battle just now.

Shi Fei looked at the big hole and frowned. He took a deep breath and slowly raised his hands. The power in his body surged and resonated with the lava underground.

As he thought, the magma underground began to rise slowly, like a giant red dragon, winding out from deep underground and gradually filling the huge pit.

The magma cooled rapidly in the air, and the surface gradually solidified into black rock. Shi Fei stood at the edge of the pit, his eyes focused, and his hands constantly adjusted the flow of the magma to ensure that every spot was filled.

He was busy all day, until the last piece of magma cooled into hard rock, he breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Damn it, beating the ashes is much more tiring than beating the Old Ones!

"Finally done." Shi Fei muttered to himself, looking up into the distance. He identified the direction, then his figure flashed, turned into a stream of light, and flew towards the Yellow Sea.

Arriving at the beach, Shi Fei stood on the rough coastline with his arms open, feeling the sea breeze.

"The wind is coming!"

His thoughts were connected with the heaven and earth, and he mobilized the strong winds on the sea. The strong winds kept spinning according to his will!

Soon, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and a huge hurricane formed on the sea, sweeping towards southern Shandong with a moist sea breeze.

This time there is no strange force to hinder us!

The hurricane moistened the land wherever it passed. The sea breeze met the cold wind from the northwest, lightning and thunder appeared in the sky, and a long-awaited rainstorm finally fell on this dry land.

Shi Fei stood in the rain, without using his protective Qi, letting the rain soak his clothes. He looked up at the sky, feeling very satisfied!

Finally, it was not all in vain!
After doing all this, Shi Fei turned around and returned to the dilapidated temple.

However, as soon as he arrived at the temple gate, his heart sank. The gate of the dilapidated temple was stained with blood, and the air was filled with a bloody smell.

"Something's going on!" Shi Fei's heart tightened, and he rushed into the temple. The temple was in a mess, with broken tables and chairs and overturned incense burners scattered on the ground.

The body of the temple keeper was leaning against the wall, his chest sunken, and he was obviously hit by a huge force and died on the spot. However, Ah Ruo, Yu Changsheng, and Goudan were nowhere to be seen.

Shi Fei squatted down and carefully examined the traces of battle in the temple.

There were several messy footprints on the ground and several deep marks on the wall, which carried the breath of the scorpion god Igolonak, obviously left by A Ruo's poison.

Judging from the traces, there were at least three attackers, one of whom was injured by A Ruo's poison and his life or death is unknown. A Ruo and Yu Changsheng should have taken the opportunity to escape.

After carefully examining the traces of battle in the ruined temple, Shi Fei determined that there seemed to be three people. They killed the temple keeper, and one of them was injured by A Ruo's poison.

Shi Fei stood up, his eyes solemn. He followed the traces outside the temple and headed west. The rain was getting heavier, and the footprints on the muddy road gradually blurred. Shi Fei walked nearly a hundred miles, but still could not find any trace of A Ruo and the other two.

Just as he was about to continue searching, a noisy sound came from the front. Shi Fei looked up and saw a group of yamen runners escorting dozens of people, struggling to move forward in the rain. The people being escorted had their hands tied with hemp ropes, were in tattered clothes, and had numb expressions. The yamen runners were waving whips and shouting loudly.

There were six yamen runners, two in the front, two in the middle, and two at the back. A yamen runner with a face full of flesh swung his whip and lashed it hard on the muddy ground, splashing muddy water.

He yelled at the people who were escorting him, "Look! It's raining! You were busy repairing the Dragon King Temple, and it rained a long time ago! And you still have to let me catch you like mice! You deserve the drought!"

The people being escorted walked numbly, not paying any attention to the bailiffs. They knew that the more they paid attention, the worse it would be for them.

Only one boy said stubbornly: "It rained when we didn't build the Dragon King Temple, which means the Dragon King Temple is useless!"

"Little guy, you are the only smart one, right?" The ferocious-faced yamen runner sneered, raised the whip in his hand high, and lashed at the young man.

This blow of the whip would tear the boy's skin apart!

The boy closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and prepared to endure the whip. However, the expected pain did not come. He opened his eyes and saw a tall figure standing in front of him, holding the whip firmly in one hand.

"You..." The yamen runner was stunned for a moment, then noticed Shi Fei's hairstyle, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes: "Okay, you don't have a braid, and you dare to obstruct the mission, you are looking for death!"

He dropped the whip and drew the long sword from his waist. Several other yamen runners also drew their weapons and surrounded Shi Fei.

"Huh?" Shi Fei frowned slightly, staring at the yamen runners with a sharp gaze. He felt a strange aura from these people, as if there was something slippery hidden under their skin, which made him shudder.

It's just like……

Shi Fei did not dodge, and allowed the knives and spears of several yamen runners to slash and stab him. The blades made contact with his skin, making a metallic collision sound, but failed to hurt him at all. His right hand stretched out like lightning and directly stabbed into the chest of the yamen runner with a face full of flesh.

With a muffled "puff" sound, Shi Fei pulled his hand out from the yamen runner's chest, holding a still beating heart in his palm.

What’s creepy is that there is a round eyeball on the heart, which is turning strangely and looking around.

"really!"

Seeing this, several yamen runners turned pale instantly, their eyes full of fear. They wanted to escape, but found that their legs were like lead, unable to move. Shi Fei showed no mercy, his figure flashed like a ghost, his palms were like knives, and instantly pierced their chests.

"Plop-plop--" Several bodies fell to the ground one after another. Shi Fei squatted down and checked their internal organs one by one.

The hearts, livers, and lungs of each corpse had undergone terrible changes. Some of the internal organs exuded a strong fishy smell, as if they had just been fished out of the deep sea; others had grown tentacles like granulations, which slowly squirmed and were disgusting.

That's the smell of Cthulhu.

The death of several yamen runners caused the people being escorted to riot. Shi Fei looked at them and said, "You are free! Now that it is raining, this land will slowly recover. You all can go back!"

(End of this chapter)