After being stabbed to death by my junior brother

Shen Qiuting's reaction was extremely quick, as soon as Bai Guanchen finished speaking, he had already run far away.

There is no way, he has thin arms and legs, and he can't stand the toss of these non-human forces.

He had just left the range of the river when he looked up and saw a flame.

The shrine is on fire.

Bai Guanchen set up a magic circle to temporarily block the spread of the black mist. Yu Jian flew over from behind Shen Qiuting, grabbed Shen Qiuting by the back collar and led him onto the flying sword.

With the whistling wind in his ears, Shen Qiuting was almost strangled to death, and managed to stabilize his figure on the flying sword. Looking back, the black mist had already broken through the magic circle set up by Bai Guanchen, and began to slowly move towards the center of the town. spread.

Although the speed is slow, it must be able to spread throughout the entire town in just one night.

Although he knew that the Styx enchantment was on the other side of the river, he had never heard of this kind of black mist.

Everything you pass becomes powder, even if you have reached the level of cultivation, it may not be easy to do it.

Shen Qiuting thought for a moment, tugged at Bai Guanchen's sleeve, and asked, "Does the immortal master know what this black mist is?"

When the two were in Lingyun Pavilion back then, Bai Guanchen's theoretical grades were much better than his, maybe a blind cat could run into a dead mouse.

Unexpectedly, Bai Guanchen, whom he had placed high hopes on, glanced at him and said indifferently, "I don't know."

Fine.

Shen Qiuting gave up studying the black mist, looked up, and saw that the direction the two were walking was the location of the ancestral hall.

The small building was completely surrounded by fire, and the flames soared into the sky, turning half of the sky red in the deep night.

The corpses surrounding the ancestral hall rushed towards the flames like crazy. The carrion on their bodies was scorched by the flames, leaving scorched black marks on the bones, and the skeletons exploded in the flames, mixing with the scorched ruins There was a ball.

By the time the two jumped off the flying sword, there were not many corpses left.

The skeleton holding the clapper is still there. He crawled in the ruins, his bones were covered with black ashes, his eyes were fixed on the direction of the hottest fire, and his voice was hoarse: "Be careful... the candle!"

Shen Qiuting was taken aback by the battle, but Bai Guanchen grabbed his hand and led him through the flames without looking sideways.

The scorching breath rushed towards the face, but it turned into nothingness the moment it came into contact with the flame.

When they came back to their senses, the two of them had already stood inside the ancestral hall again.

The flames were still burning, and everything around them was distorted due to the high temperature. The strange thing was that the people standing inside couldn't feel the temperature of the flames at all.

Bai Guanchen let go of Shen Qiuting's hand, and explained: "It's an illusion."

Shen Qiuting stared blankly at his hands for a while, then smiled.

Probably because of his previous habits, when Bai Guanchen pulled him just now, he followed Bai Guanchen into the flames without any hesitation.

I don't have any reserve of strangers, so I have to change it.

After half an hour, the black mist by the river finally spread to the side of the small building.

Seeing the black mist, the few remaining corpses let out a terrified "hehe" sound, but they were turned into ashes the moment they touched the black mist.

Shen Qiuting looked through the window at the barren outside, and asked, "Do you want to go?"

Bai Guanchen put his hand on the hilt of his sword and said, "No rush, just wait."

While the two were talking, the black mist had already touched the flames.

Strangely, when the black mist met the flames, it withered away like a handful of snow, without entering the interior of the ancestral hall at all.

It's safe inside.

Although the flames had already burned half of the house, it was as if a vacuum zone had formed inside. There was no heat and no black mist, as if the land had been separated from the town.

Zhou Xiaoyun wanted to save them from the very beginning.

The blood moon has not yet set, and through the burned half of the wall, you can see the empty and barren land outside. Black mist hovers in midair, as if the town has never existed.

The two made do in this vacuum area all night, and at dawn, the fire that burned all night finally reached the altar, and the portrait of Shen Qiuting hanging on it was finally licked by the flames, slowly curled up and blackened.

When the first ray of sunlight hit the wasteland outside, a clean town that had been destroyed suddenly reappeared out of thin air. After the cock crowed, some townspeople could already be seen coming out for activities in the distance.

The fire had been extinguished, and the place where they stood was completely in ruins.

Shen Qiuting stayed up all night, looked outside for a while, yawned, and greeted Bai Guanchen who hadn't closed his eyes all night: "Master Immortal, let's go out."

Bai Guanchen moved his gaze away from the almost burnt portrait, and landed on the two huge dark circles on his face, pursed his lips: "Go to sleep for a while, don't worry."

Shen Qiuting pressed his temples, waved his hands, and showed a mouthful of neat little white teeth: "Forget it, today is the last day of the five-day reincarnation scripture, so I have to join in the fun no matter what."

While talking, he couldn't help but yawned again, just as he put down his hand, suddenly his brows turned cold.

Bai Guanchen's icy fingertips touched his brows, a flash of spiritual power, Shen Qiuting instantly felt that the altar was cleared, and the discomfort of staying up late instantly disappeared.

Shen Qiuting was stunned for a moment, then rolled his eyes and smiled: "Thank you, Master Immortal."

Bai Guanchen ignored him and walked out.

Shen Qiuting also crossed the threshold, for some reason, he turned his head to look at his completely burnt portrait, and asked a word in a mysterious way: "Master Immortal, if your senior brother is resurrected, what are you going to do?" manage?"

Bai Guanchen's footsteps paused, he touched the hilt of the sword subconsciously, lowered his eyes, and said in a cold voice, "Of course...cleaning the door for Master."

Second time.

Shen Qiuting sneered unconsciously, and said: "Go to the fairy master, I'm just a mortal without spiritual power, don't hold back the fairy master, just wait here for the fairy master."

Bai Guanchen didn't know what kind of temper he was throwing again, so he waited at the spot for a while, seeing that he didn't follow, he left by himself.

Seeing that the person had gone far away, Shen Qiuting kicked the stone on the ground sullenly, and sat down on the threshold.

In fact, Bai Guanchen cut off his heart with a sword back then, so he didn't have any resentment.

The facts back then were too complicated, and it was really a last resort to get to that point. Even if Bai Guanchen didn't do anything, he would always have to die.

It's just that the only thing he can't accept is Bai Guanchen's attitude towards him.

The two of them experienced a lot of life and death together in the previous life. He asked himself, and he didn't feel sorry for this junior brother. He said to his face that the two of them had childhood sweethearts anyway.

But Bai Guanchen felt that his death was a worthy death, and he wanted to clean up the house again, who could bear it?

"Little bastard's wings are stiff, and he will clean up the door..."

He talked to himself for a while, and then felt that there was something wrong with his brain, and he just stood up and walked into the town purely to make trouble for himself.

Two people go their own way, and no one is in the way of who is best.

In the daytime, the town returned to its normal appearance, with beautiful mountains and rivers, like a real paradise.

Not long after Shen Qiuting walked out, he suddenly saw many townspeople walking towards the east in a hurry.

He grabbed a townsman nearby and asked, "Uncle Sun, what happened? Why is everyone in such a hurry?"

Uncle Sun's face was ugly, he slapped his thigh, and sighed deeply: "Hey, the ancestral hall burned down last night, and our town offended the immortals! I'm afraid it will cause trouble!"

After finishing speaking, he shook off Shen Qiuting's hand and hurried forward to catch up with the large army.

Shen Qiuting frowned and walked over.

There was already a circle of people at the east end of the town, and Shen Qiuting managed to squeeze into the inner circle with a little bit of effort, and even suffered a lot of stares from the townspeople.

At some point in the open space, a thick pillar was erected, on which was tied a middle-aged man in a coarse cloth bunt. The man's head was tilted to one side unconsciously, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

Shen Qiuting looked around and saw that standing beside her was the aunt she met when she first came here, so she asked: "Ma'am, what did this person do?"

The aunt was holding a seven or eight-year-old boy in her hand, and both of them were frightened: "If the ancestral hall is burned, the culprit must be burned too, so the gods will not blame us!"

The culprit?

The fire in the ancestral hall was strange last night, why did there come a culprit?

"Everyone be quiet!" Standing beside the pillar was an old man with white beard and hair, who was the mayor of this town.The crutch in his hand tapped on the ground, calming the noisy crowd temporarily, and said, "Everyone knows what happened last night. The ancestral hall was burned, and Zhang San, the watchman in our town, didn't notice it. Of course It is hard to escape the blame. In order to appease the anger of the gods, we will burn the culprit to death today, do you agree?"

"Agree!" "I agree!"

There was a chorus from below.

Zhang San, who was tied to the pillar, did not know when he woke up. Hearing the echo, he struggled in horror.

Shen Qiuting was almost laughed at by this logic.

No wonder Zhang Zhang has such a strong obsession with "be careful of candles" after his death.

The proposal to burn the culprit to death was unanimously approved by the townspeople. The mayor waved his hand, and two big men walked towards Zhang San with oil drums and firewood in their arms.

Zhang San was so frightened that he burst into tears and kept begging for mercy from the two big men, but it was useless.

Even though he knew that this had already happened, Shen Qiuting watched it for a while, but he couldn't hold back and stood up, grabbed the mayor's old man's crutch and knocked it on the ground, and said loudly: "Is this unreasonable? The watchmen don't guard the ancestral hall all night, let alone the name of the culprit. Can you really feel at ease if you will burn someone who bows his head and doesn't look up because of an unfounded god?"

Seeing a handsome young man idling out of the crowd, the noisy scene suddenly quieted down.

The faces of the townspeople suddenly lost all expression, and their eyes all focused on Shen Qiuting, including Zhang San who was so frightened that he wet his pants.

Black mist surged in the crowd, twisted white bones and rotten flesh could be vaguely seen in the mist, as if they were about to rush over and tear Shen Qiuting to pieces.

Shen Qiuting swallowed, threw the crutch in his hand to the mayor's forehead in awe-inspiring manner, turned around and ran away without thinking.

As a human, if you can show off your temper for a while, you must also know how to be cowardly and cowardly.