Quick Wear: An honest man is always criticized for forced love

The four of them arrived at the crime scene one after another, arguing all the way.

The bloodstains on the ground had dried up. Shen Jun looked in the direction where the bloodstains had spread and the last drop disappeared under a tree to the west.

There was an obvious trace of dragging on the ground. He bent down, picked up some of the bloody soil with his fingers and put it to his nose.

The smell of blood had faded a little, but one could still tell that it was not just human blood. The demonic energy mixed in it should have come from some kind of snake, but Shen Jun couldn't remember what it was for the moment.

Before he could turn around and ask if anyone remembered what this was, a thick black fog suddenly rose from the ground in front of him.

"elder brother!"

"Brother!"

Two voices sounded at the same time, but Shen Jun had been completely wrapped in the black fog. His sight was deprived and his other senses became acute.

Shen Jun could feel a chill approaching his face. Amidst the thick demonic aura, Shen Jun smelled a familiar scent. In that moment of distraction, he even forgot to draw his sword.

A pungent smell rushed into his nose. Shen Jun realized something was wrong and immediately covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves. The increasingly thick black smoke completely occupied his vision, and it seemed as if it had a substance that wrapped up Shen Jun.

There seemed to be something else in the black fog, a cold, slippery thing that suddenly wrapped around Shen Jun's arm, and when he was not prepared, it tightly bound his sword-drawing hand.

Shen Jun tried to open his eyes a few times but failed. The next second, a ray of white light suddenly appeared in the black fog. The strong light made it difficult for Shen Jun to adapt for a while, but he still saw Qi Qingchuan at the source of the light.

A slender, well-proportioned hand with distinct joints slowly stretched out in front of Shen Jun, "Brother! Catch me!" Qi Qingchuan shouted with some anxiety in his tone.

Before Shen Jun could stretch out his hand, another ray of bright light appeared not far below the white light, and then Shen Jun saw Qingping.

"Brother! Don't believe this fox! I think this monster is in cahoots with him! Follow me!" Qingping's voice pierced through the black smoke and reached Shen Jun's ears, followed by his hands.

Unlike Qi Qingchuan, Qingping actually grabbed Shen Jun's waist and tried to pull him out of the black fog.

"Idiot, stop fucking pulling him!" Qi Qingchuan cursed inwardly, and the next second he flashed into the black fog.

The moment Qingping exerted force, Shen Jun felt the black mist around him gather instantly. In addition to Qingping's hand, there was another cylindrical object around his waist that was tightly wrapping around him.

Qi Qingchuan disappeared as soon as he entered the black fog, and Qingping's figure was also gradually being swallowed by the black fog. It seemed that the three of them were about to be completely enveloped by the black smoke.

But the thing around his waist was getting tighter and tighter, and Shen Jun was almost unable to breathe. Qingping finally noticed something was wrong, but as soon as he let go, he was also entangled by something.

"What is this? It's so disgusting!" Qingping said as he raised his hands, which were covered with the mucus from the monster that was wrapped around his waist.

But Shen Jun had no time to pay attention to what Qingping said. He watched Qi Qingchuan jump into the black fog and completely disappear. He was a little panicked for a moment. In a hurry, Shen Jun suddenly shouted "Good sword!"

There was a violent vibration at the waist. Even though the sword was wrapped in the scabbard, it was still very powerful and moved out from the monster's body. A ray of light flew out and went towards Qingping.

Shen Jun couldn't see the situation clearly, he just felt that the thing around his waist was wrapped tighter, and the sword flew out and was submerged in the black fog and disappeared. He could only faintly hear a few sounds of swords piercing flesh.

"Qi Qingchuan! Qi... Qingchuan!" Shen Jun shouted twice but got no response.

Shen Jun felt something was wrong and veins bulged on his forehead. For a moment, he actually tried to use his spiritual power to burst the thing that was wrapped around him from the inside, but it backfired.

Just before the monster tightened its grip again, a loud noise suddenly came from the black fog. Then, the feeling of suffocation on the body gradually faded away, the thing wrapped around the waist slowly fell off, and the fog dissipated a little, not as thick as before.

The sunlight finally came through and the black fog was no longer thick, but it started raining for no apparent reason.

Shen Jun had just emerged from the darkness and had no time to adapt to the strong light, but he heard the crackling sound of rain hitting the leaves, but strangely, he didn't seem to be wet.

When Shen Jun could finally see things clearly, he discovered that it was indeed raining, but it was a bloody rain.

Drops of blood as big as beans hit the ground, dyeing the entire forest an ominous red.

Raindrops were flying all over the sky, soaking the entire floor. Shen Jun looked up and found that Qi Qingchuan had been standing behind him, holding up a transparent barrier with one hand to block all the blood that should have fallen on the two of them.

"This..." Shen Jun's eyes inevitably saw the things on the ground that were blown into pieces, "What is this?"

He couldn't help but ask questions. The blood gradually stopped dripping down. Qi Qingchuan then retracted the barrier. When he heard Shen Jun's question, he raised his eyelids and looked at the things on the floor.

"It's just a python monster." Qi Qingchuan said as he raised his hand and stroked his arm, his face a little pale.

"Are...are you okay?" Shen Jun couldn't help but ask with concern when he saw that his face was as pale as paper. Qi Qingchuan just shook his head slowly when he heard that.

The black fog completely dissipated, and Shen Jun could see the positions of Xianyang and Qingping clearly.

Xianyang's purple clothes were not stained by the blood at all. He still looked like an immortal, as if he was ready to sit down and discuss philosophy at any time. If his hand was not digging at the python's weak spot...

But Qingping was not so lucky. He had just been rescued from the python monster by Haojian when the blood rain fell. Before he could react, he was covered in blood.

The white clothes were dyed red, and the fair face was stained with blood.

When the good sword saw that the crisis was over, it flew back to Shen Jun's waist and returned to its scabbard.

Thinking of Qi Qingchuan who had just entered the black fog, Shen Jun still asked Qi Qingchuan worriedly, "Why was there no movement after you went in just now? I thought..."

"What did you think? Did you think I was eaten by this little demon?" Qi Qingchuan stood beside Shen Jun and looked at him softly. His eyes seemed to be questioning Shen Jun, do you mean that I, a demon king, would be hurt by such a little demon?

Shen Jun looked into his eyes and didn't know what to say for a moment. Logically speaking, Qi Qingchuan really didn't need him to worry.

After all, if this group of people were ranked by strength, Shen Jun would only be second to last.

Shen Jun wanted to say something, but black fog suddenly emerged from the depths of the woods again, and it seemed to be larger than the previous one, and the demonic aura was even stronger.

"Were they not killed in the explosion? How come they are still here?" Qingping shouted while wiping the blood off his face.

"Oh no! Ah Chuan just killed the children of these two python monsters!" Xian Yang thought something was wrong, so he quickly shouted, "Run!"

Xianyang dropped the things in his hands as he explained, then took the gallbladder he had just taken out of the python monster and threw it hard into the black fog.

As if it smelled the scent of its companions, bursts of roars suddenly came from the black fog, sounding extremely shrill.

The heart-wrenching screams pierced the sky and gave Shen Jun goose bumps all over his body.

"Not good! Brother, let's go." Qi Qingchuan said as he took Shen Jun's hand and dragged him to run quickly in the opposite direction of the black fog.

Qingping was totally at a loss for what to do due to this sudden change. Just as he was in a daze, a flash of purple passed before his eyes, and Qingping was pulled by someone and started running.

Although Xianyang is a bit old, he is no worse than the three young men when it comes to running away. His purple figure shuttles quickly in the woods, leaving only a purple shadow.

"My Lord Immortal, why are you running? Are you afraid that the four of us together can't defeat that little demon?" Qingping asked puzzledly while being dragged by Xianyang.

Xianyang was so angry that he almost laughed. This kid was probably a fool. He could beat him, but killing someone else's child at the doorstep and throwing the child's gallbladder in front of the child's parents was extremely difficult.

Anger can sometimes increase the strength of a person exponentially. These two thousand-year-old pythons might fight to the death. Although the four of them can fight, they may not necessarily gain the upper hand, so running away is the best strategy.

The four of them ran in silence. Qingping ran faster because he was led by Xianyang.

Instead, Shen Jun was stumbling as he was dragged by Qi Qingchuan to run in the woods. It was not because he was lacking in physical strength, but he seemed to feel that Qi Qingchuan's condition was not right.

He vaguely felt that Qi Qingchuan's palm was trembling slightly, but the next second, Qi Qingchuan suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.