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It has not rained in Qinghe City for a long time.

The sun was scorching, and the sky outside the city was filled with yellow sand. Even the moat was dry and cracked, and the cracks spread like dense spider webs.

As the sun was setting, a young man about thirteen or fourteen years old ran towards the gate of the city against the light with a bow on his back. He was dressed in tattered coarse linen clothes, and there were two scratches on his fair face.

He came galloping like a rabbit, and the wilderness not far away roared like a wild animal, and chased him with a cloud of dust.

The young man was full of fear, and while running, he turned around and pulled the wooden bow tremblingly until it was fully drawn, a stream of true energy condensed from his fingertips, which instantly turned into an illusory arrow feather.

With a whistling sound, the arrow feather shot towards the back suddenly.

The roar grew louder behind him.

Boy: "Ah!"

Two people were hiding beside the boulder at the gate of the city, and when they saw the young man scrambling and running, they immediately said angrily, "With your sharp head, what kind of arrows are you shooting, just lure them!"

The boy ran fast, panting heavily, and retorted: "I, I have arrows! I can still shoot accurately!"

The woman next to the boulder with a big knife on her back scolded: "I can shoot once out of five hundred times, why are you screaming, come over here quickly—old three, Fu Qi."

A man behind the boulder made a good sign.

At this moment, the young man had already run nearby, and staggered forward.

The transparent barrier of Qinghe City suddenly opened, and the young man's slender body seemed to hit the surface of the water. A wave of water rippled in the void and disappeared instantly.

But the "vicious beasts" chasing after him bumped into the barrier like a shield one after another.

There was a loud bang.

The woman immediately said: "Get up!"

The man in charge of the talisman immediately waved his hand, and countless yellow talismans on the ground suddenly exploded from the dust, leaping forward as if being pulled by an invisible thread, forming a huge circle to surround the chasing things together.

The roar in the dust became more ferocious.

The boy collapsed on the ground gasping for breath, his face covered with sweat.

Surrounded by the sweet scent of flowers, he tilted his head and sneezed, and said with wit and wit: "Next time, I will definitely not be a bait again. Just now one of them didn't run smoothly and was almost eaten."

Seeing that the "chaser" was trapped by the man's spell, the woman brushed her hair coquettishly, and walked forward swayingly.

After the dust dispersed, the "chaser" trapped in the center by the spell was revealed.

Those chasing the young man were a group of people who looked like walking corpses—they were no longer human beings, their bodies were covered in rotten wounds and flesh, their gray faces were full of ferocity, and saliva and blood flowed from their mouths, making muffled and harsh sounds from time to time. roar.

The woman stretched out her hand to count, counted the number, and said: "This time the harvest is quite good. If you are lucky, you can barely survive the next winter, and you can even exchange my knife--Third Master, if you don't come see?"

She yelled behind the boulder, but no one answered.

"Boy, wake up your Uncle Rong, it's time to share the spoils, why is he still sleeping so deeply?"

The young man who had recovered his breath quickly climbed onto the boulder with his bow on his back, and said to the boulder, "Uncle Rong, Uncle Rong! Wake up, they are going to roll and run away!"

Under the boulder was covered with fluffy withered grass, coupled with the cool shade, the third master Rong had already slept comfortably in bed.

Third Master Rong was dressed in white clothes that were not stained with slender dust, and his black hair was almost longer than him, spreading on the dry grass like running water.

He was woken up by the young man, turned over in a daze, stared sleepily for a long time, and then lazily said, "Shi Chen, have you returned as a bait?"

Shi Chen curled his lips: "Don't mention it, I was almost eaten——Uncle Rong, don't sleep, get up and share the spoils."

Third Master Rong was extremely handsome, with two moles of tears in his eyes, untied hair and disheveled clothes, and a sleepy and tired look.

He lazily said hello, but he didn't get up, his eyes were half closed, and he seemed to be falling asleep again.

Shi Chen patted the stone: "Uncle Rong!"

Only then did Third Master Rong struggle to get up.

This Third Master Rong is extremely famous in Qinghe City.

He does not rely on cultivation, and does not rely on money. He only relies on his inhuman beauty and terrible luck to attract attention in Qinghe City, and he has become the main topic of conversation after dinner.

But beauty is actually nothing at all - in the end of the day, no matter how beautiful you are, if you have no skills, you will still be reduced to a dead soul under the teeth of a living corpse, and you will not be as precious as others.

The old people in the city all said: People with tear moles on their faces often have a hard life, but Mr. Rong's good deeds come in pairs, and he ordered two at once—the fate is so bitter that it is almost evil, and the luck is so weak that it is almost non-existent.

Every time he goes out with others to slaughter the living corpses outside the city, and after turning the corpses into dust, others will get all kinds of rare treasures, but he alone, every time is a bunch of flowers, without exception.

It is precisely because of this that he has been selling flowers in Qinghe City for many years.

But at the end of the day, everyone just needs to support themselves. Where there is spare money to sell beautiful flowers, naturally his flowers can't be sold—I don't know how he has supported himself these years.

Third Master Rong was so lazy that he seemed to have no bones, his toes fluttered over the boulder to the ground, and his white clothes hung down.

He twirled his five fingers like a magic trick, and conjured a flower out of thin air, and said seriously to Shi Chen, "Do you want to buy flowers?"

His long hair hangs down to the ground and he doesn't think it's dirty, and his soft voice speaks beautifully and purely.

It's just that it looks good and can't be eaten.

Shi Chen was very moved, and then refused: "I won't buy it."

Third Master Rong is very considerate: "You can pay on credit."

Shi Chen said: "I haven't seen you sell a single flower in all these years, Uncle Rong, please, can you stop chasing acquaintances all the time?"

The woman on the side couldn't bear to interrupt them: "You two, do you want to turn into dust? It's going to be dark soon."

Only then did Third Master Rong give up his daily routine of persuading others to buy flowers, covered his lips and yawned, tied up his long hair with a wooden hairpin, and walked over slowly.

As soon as he walked in, the scent of flowers lingering around became even sweeter, and the fragrance was a little nauseating.

The woman covered her nose and said with difficulty: "Third Master, can you collect the fragrance of flowers first? The living corpse has been trapped."

Third Master Rong flicked his fingers, and a crystal clear glass bottle appeared out of thin air. Countless pollen of dust floated in the surroundings like light for a while, and then suddenly floated into the bottle like flowing water.

Soon, the greasy aroma all around disappeared.

The other three finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Third Master Rong didn't chase after treasures, put the porcelain vase in his sleeve, and said lazily: "You guys melt it first, I'll just leave the rest to me."

The others were not polite to him. Anyway, even if Third Master Rong was asked to turn the living corpse into dust first, he would definitely get a bouquet of flowers.

The woman with the big knife on her back cast a wink at Third Master Rong ambiguously, then took off the knife on her back, threw it casually, the real energy poured out of her body, wrapped the long knife and divided into several illusory lines in the air blade.

Shi Chen silently took a few steps back.

I saw the emaciated woman put her five fingers together with a blank expression on her face, and her fingertips seemed to be pulling something, and she suddenly pressed down, and the phantom blade in the air flew into the talisman array like a rain of arrows.

The moment the blade flew down, the talisman array turned into light and enveloped the blade, and the real essence became more fierce, and with a loud bang, it fell towards the trapped living corpse.

There was only a shrill scream, and the dust was flying.

The piercing sound of the blade piercing through the flesh and blood resounded one after another.

The woman retracted the knife, gently blew on the blade, and put it back behind her back.

After the dust fell silent, there were only dozens of corpses left on the spot.

Those two people stepped forward respectively, and stood in front of a few carrion corpses that could not move. They lowered their hands without changing expressions, and a wave of true energy emanated from their palms, enveloping the corpses completely.

After the mass of corpses was wrapped in true essence, a faint light slowly emitted.

Then, the carrion slowly melted into ashes, and together with the bones, the whole thing turned into a lump of loess.

After turning into dust, in the yellow sand of the human form, there is a glimmer of light at the heart.

The woman gave a "tsk", waved her hand casually, and a gleam of light floated onto his hand.

She blew off the yellow sand on it, looked at the somewhat gray spar, and sighed: "There is nothing good, today is really bad luck."

In the man's hands were also a few spars shining white light and a bunch of flowers, but he still didn't say a word.

The woman threw the flowers away, then turned her head to look at Third Master Rong who seemed to be dozing off at the same spot, chuckled lightly, and said, "The pollen of the third master is indeed effective, I wonder if I can exchange jade with you for a bottle to open your eyes." Woolen cloth?"

Third Master Rong smiled softly, and took out a flower as if conjuring: "Then do you buy flowers?"

woman:"……"

She was full of "I really can't stand a big man dealing with flowers every day", but this time it was so easy to trap a living corpse, thanks to Mr. Rong's pollen, so she didn't show the slightest contempt on her face.

She didn't bother too much, she smiled and led the person away.

When passing by Shichen, he was still saying: "Let's go, we will cooperate in the future, little decoy."

Shi Chen watched them leave gracefully, and turned the corpses on the side into dust with his mouth curled up.

——A piece of red jade, and a flower of unknown type.

Discouraged, Shi Chen threw the flowers away and stuffed the jade into his bosom.

Shi Chen was complaining about himself, when suddenly a scent of flowers wafted from the side, and he looked back.

Third Master Rong was holding a bunch of flowers in his arms, in all colors.

Shi Chen: "..."

Suddenly balanced.

A gust of wind blew up the human-shaped yellow sand on the ground, and it disappeared instantly.

Third Master Rong held the flowers in his arms, and there were still a few that couldn't be finished and fell down. He couldn't bend down, so he had to ask Shichen for help.

Shi Chen curled his lips, had no choice but to bend down and pick up the flowers that everyone didn't bother to glance at, and stuffed them into his arms.

Third Master Rong said: "Hey, pick up the flowers you lost and stuff them to me."

Shi Chen: "..."

After picking up the flowers, the two were about to turn around and leave when they heard a crisp sound like broken glass.

Shi Chen was stunned for a moment, and said, "Uncle Rong, did you hear anything?"

Third Master Rong was choked by the pollen and sneezed with his head tilted, and said casually, "No."

Shi Chen frowned and turned around twice before discovering the source of the sound.

——Not far from him, the blue transparent barrier that surrounded the entire city looked like cracked glass or broken ice, and the cracks slowly spread towards the top of the head.

Shi Chen suspected that his eyes were dazzled, he stepped forward tentatively, and pressed lightly on the crack.

The void once again sent out a circle of ripples.

"The moat circle... is it broken?"

Behind him, Third Master Rong's half-closed eyes suddenly opened, and his gray eyes looked almost indifferently at the faint blue light in the city protection world.

This year is the ninth year of the fall of the Three Realms.

There are living corpses everywhere, and no grass grows.

Since the spiritual power of the magic repair tower in the central city ran away nine years ago, the number of people in Kyushu, which is divided into two by the Wangchuan mountain range, has halved overnight.

The dead monks were corroded by the remaining demon energy and turned into living corpses who knew no pain, no sense of mind, and when they met living people, they ferociously wanted to devour and assimilate them.

For a time, the surviving monks were all mourned, and the entire Kyushu and Three Realms had come to their last days.

Third Master Rong raised his head slightly, looking at the gray and blue sky, he felt a faint chill mixed with the hot wind blowing his face.

Shi Chen wanted to drag him to see the cracks in the city boundary, but Third Master Rong turned around and left.

Shi Chen hurriedly followed: "Uncle Rong, Uncle Rong!"

Rong Buyu yawned, and said casually: "Leave it alone, the most important thing is to go back to sleep."

Shi Chen: "..."

The author has something to say: Opening a new article, the style of writing and the stigma may change a bit.

The whole article is nonsense, I hope you will like it!

Thanks to Heichuan, scrambled eggs with stewed noodles and rice, night night night night night hundred ghosts, Chu Qiushe x3, the cutest kindergarten, Bingjing Xiaofeng x11, Crane's Landmine

Thanks to Yeyeyeyeye Hundred Ghosts x2 and Bingjing Xiaofeng for the grenade

Thanks to Kurokawa and Chu Qiushe for their rocket launchers

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