MTL - Ask Sword-Chapter 646 obscure

  Chapter 646 Obscure

  The streets were filled with thick blood mist, and the wind was blowing slowly, causing the Haotian bells hanging in front of each house to sway endlessly and make ethereal sounds.

   "Mom, I'm afraid."

   "Shh, be quiet!"

  The family of four hid under the bed board, not daring to come out.

  The curfew drums stopped a long time ago, but the Jinwu Guards have not yet patrolled outside, nor can the city bells that symbolize the end of the crisis be heard. What does this represent?

  The young man forcibly suppressed the panic and anxiety in his heart, and silently hugged his wife and children tightly, telling them not to be afraid.

   I don’t know if it’s because there is too much dust under the bed. The five-year-old daughter lay in her mother’s arms, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, “Ahhh—”

  The mother stretched out her hand to cover her daughter's mouth at the last moment, covering up the "sneeze", but fortunately, there was not much movement.

  Under the dark bed, the husband and wife looked at each other with happiness in their eyes.

   "Sister, where are you?"

   "Is anyone there? Woohoo, I can't find my way home"

  The weakened voice came from the street outside the house, the man's expression changed, and he recognized that the source of the sound was the blind girl who lived at the end of the street.

  Both of her parents died, and her elder sister depended on each other for life, and made a living by selling homemade small jewelry.

   After calling for a while, no one responded. The little girl walked forward whimpering, and the sound of the bamboo stick hitting the floor tiles sounded from time to time.

boom.

  The sound of falling, the sound of the blind stick falling to the ground, and the sound of sobbing.

  The man hesitated for a moment, then quietly crawled out from under the bed, and patted the back of his wife's hand lightly to show that he didn't have to worry.

  He touched the window with the smallest movements, held the curtain with both hands, and opened a gap very slowly. Then, the pupil dilated instantly.

  The blind girl did fall in the middle of the road, her skull was missing, and a blood-stained hemp rope grew between the two dry brains.

  The hemp rope extends upwards to a height of six or seven floors, and at the end is hundreds of intertwined wooden beams and columns.

  Like a puppet show, countless hemp ropes hang down from the wooden beams, hanging dozens of "people" with stiff expressions and glowing bodies in the air.

   Sensing the sight of others, the blind girl instantly turned her head and looked at the man.

   Whoosh—

  A rope flew out of the messy pile of wooden pillars, shattered the glass, wrapped around the man's neck tightly like a python, dragged him to the street, and pulled him into the air.

  The strength of the rope strangling was so great, the pain of suffocation and the squeeze and twist of the neck bones pierced the brain, and the scene in front of him quickly darkened.

   Collapse!

  Suddenly, a ball of fire flew from the depths of the blood mist, hitting the rope and breaking it.

  The man fell to the ground under the action of gravity, and was narrowly caught by the collar with a palm, avoiding the fate of falling to death.

   "Are you all right?"

   Li Ang put him on the ground, with his left hand still holding the glowing crossbow to shoot.

   "It's okay, thank you cough cough—"

  Compared to a strangled neck, being scratched by glass shards is nothing serious. The man who recognized Li Ang's identity stood up, covered his neck and coughed to thank him.

   "Go home and don't come out again."

  Li Ang released his thoughts, threw the man back to the house, and then lifted two roadside stone slabs to block the windows of the houses, and then turned to look at the extremely curious "thing."

   "An outlier of the puppet show genre?"

   Li Ang frowned slightly, the figures hanging in the air were all Chang'an citizens, some of them Li Ang even knew, they were the neighbors of Jinchengfang.

  This pile of things has no body, or in other words, the hanged person, the blood-stained hemp rope, and the wooden beams and columns together form a complete heterogeneous statue.

   "If it is normal, there may still be time to imprison you, study and dismantle it, and find out the cause of the formation. But now. Please go to death."

   Li Ang pointed the glow crossbow towards the ground, pulled the trigger, and released the wind talisman, which was carried by the gust of wind and rose from the ground.

  The blood-stained hemp rope was thrown from all directions, and the glowing hanged man rushed towards him with his teeth and claws open.

  Li Ang waved his sleeves, and threw out a large ball of thread, which entangled the intertwined wooden beams and columns, and circled round and round.

  Zheng—

  His palms were empty, he grabbed the invisible rope, and with a strong pull, the thread ran rapidly like a wire saw cutting machine.

  Sawdust flew, and after just a few seconds, all the beams and columns were cut into pieces of wood and fell to the ground. The glowing hanged people were also drained of their strength, and fell to the ground, howling like beasts.

  “.”

   Li Ang glanced at the corpses of the neighbors crawling all over the ground. He clenched his palms and piled the corpses together. Then he pulled the trigger of the glow crossbow and set the pile of corpses on fire.

  The raging flames barely dispelled the nearby blood mist, and the corpses burned by the fire continued to thump, and hemp ropes emerged from their bodies.

  Li Ang's eyes turned cold, he released his thoughts, violently crushed the corpses, and completely silenced the fire, and then strode towards the imperial city to the east.

   This level of heterogeneity is not powerful, it can only hurt people in physical form,

  A high-ranking monk listening to the rain, or an army of about 100 people, can easily solve it if they are well prepared.

  The key problem is that the blood mist blocked the audio-visual and communication, suppressed the flow of aura, and prevented the monks from displaying even half of their usual abilities.

   Moreover, the monsters in the blood mist also have the ability to "infect".

  Ordinary people killed by them will also have alien traits, which will further spread the plague and create even greater chaos.

  Zhaoming was blocked by the guardian talisman of mountains and rivers, so the catastrophe could only be caused by Mount Taihao.

  What exactly are they dropping in the city?

  ——

   Something is wrong. Something is wrong.

  Wearing the armor of the Jinwu Guards and holding the Mo Dao, Yan Lin frowned as he looked at the thick blood mist outside the Zichen Hall.

  After the explosion in Dali Temple and the **** mist gushing out, the Jinwu Guards and the palace priests immediately blocked the gates of Daming Palace according to the rehearsal, activated the ban, and concentrated protection for the prince, concubines, and princes and princesses. Wait for the news from the front to come back.

  However, after so long, the Nanya guards and Zhen Fusi who went to Dali Temple to investigate the cause of the explosion still did not show up. Even the monks sent by the palace fell into the sea like mud cows, without a word from them.

   "Good boy, it won't hurt like this."

  Compared to Yan Lin's solemnity, He Siping, who was also in the Zichen Palace, was much calmer.

  He used silk thread to help a little prince sew up his scratched finger, smiled and saluted amid the prince's immature thanks, then walked to the prince's side, and said softly: "The Daming Palace has complicated restrictions, nothing will happen."

   "I'm not worried about that."

  Prince Li Si, who had assumed the important task of supervising the country before he reached his thirties, glanced at everyone in the palace, shook his head and said in a low voice: "I am worried about the people and ministers in Chang'an outside the palace."

  Emperor Yu Feng Chan did not take away all the bureaucrats, and many courtiers stayed in Chang'an.

   "The people in the city have their own defensive forces, so they won't fall so easily."

  He Siping spoke comforting words, completely oblivious to the fact that there were two obscure eyes in the corner of the palace, staring at the back of him talking with the prince.

   "The time is coming."

   "Mother, bear with me a little longer."

  (end of this chapter)