Chapter 1129
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Chapter 1129 Ashes
Shen Qingzhu sat against the mountain wall, covering his wound, his mind racing as he recalled the terrain from his escape, searching for a way to break through the demons’ blockade and leave this place.
At that moment, Shen Qingzhu felt his palm becoming increasingly itchy. He scratched it unconsciously a couple of times, then suddenly felt something was wrong and brought his hand before his eyes, opening his palm.
His pupils contracted sharply!
In the center of his left palm, somehow, a thumb-sized growth had appeared.
This growth, soaking in the blood of his palm, was slightly wriggling, as if something was about to break through it, causing unbearable itching.
The position of this growth was exactly where he had touched the falling ash from the sky when he caught it with his palm.
As it continued to grow and writhe, Shen Qingzhu began to hear faint whispering in his ears. Though it was as subtle as a mosquito’s buzz, its appearance still made his heart skip a beat!
“Cthulhu?!”
Having dealt with the Red Moon in the fishing village, he certainly knew what these whispers meant. His eyes flashed with determination as he quickly scrambled to his feet, ignoring the fatal wound in his waist.
A ruthless expression crossed his face.
Snap—!!
A crisp snap of fingers rang out as the surrounding air rapidly compressed into a thin, invisible blade. The blade, rubbing against the air, produced streams of scorching flames that attached to its body.
With a slight curl of his fingertip, Shen Qingzhu directed the air blade toward his left hand and slashed without hesitation.
With a muffled groan of pain, half of his palm fell to the ground.
The flames on the blade temporarily cauterized the wound, preventing massive blood loss, but the intense pain still continuously assaulted Shen Qingzhu’s mind.
He gritted his teeth, his face pale, his eyes fixed on the severed half of his palm in the pool of blood, and the wriggling growth at its center.
More than death, he feared being contaminated by Cthulhu. If this cut failed to stop their invasion, the next cut would be aimed at his neck.
In the pool of blood, the growth attached to the severed palm writhed frantically for a moment, then split open with a tiny crack. Countless red insects crawled within the growth, forming a mung bean-sized red eyeball.
This eyeball surveyed its surroundings before finally settling on the pale-faced Shen Qingzhu in front. Then, the four fingers connected to the palm seemed to come alive, flicking against the ground. The severed palm flipped in mid-air, landing steadily like a four-legged growth spider, and crawled rapidly toward Shen Qingzhu!
What the hell is this thing?
Shen Qingzhu’s eyes narrowed as he snapped his fingers again. The severed palm on the ground was rapidly compressed by air, squeezed and deformed. As a fireball ignited, it was thoroughly roasted into charcoal.
Looking at the disgusting black meat paste before him, Shen Qingzhu took a deep breath, his wildly beating heart finally calming down.
When he turned his head again to look at the wildly dancing ash outside the mountain, his gaze had completely changed.
He had only been touched by a bit of ash, yet it had such a terrifying effect. What kind of monster would he become if he were continuously exposed to this ash?
Shen Qingzhu shifted his gaze from the swirling ash, looked at the demons circling above the mountain, then down at his increasingly worsening wound at his waist. After a moment, he smiled bitterly.
He leaned against the mountain wall, slowly sat down, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and put it in his mouth. He took a deep drag, the hazy smoke enveloping his pale face.
He no longer planned to go out and fight desperately.
If he went out and survived, his air barrier could block these ashes from touching him. But if he died from blood loss or was killed by the surrounding demons, his corpse lying in the ash would eventually become a monster… Rather than that, he’d rather quietly wait for death here, at least his body would remain somewhat dignified.
He reached out with his right hand, touching his chest, feeling something hard.
He let out a long sigh and closed his eyes.
The fire slowly spread along the cigarette, the burning embers scattered by the breeze from the crevice, and in the gradually thinning smoke, Shen Qingzhu’s body grew colder and colder.
…
Two figures were speeding through the mountain crevice.
An Qingyu observed his surroundings while unconsciously scratching his palm, as if it was itchy.
Lin Qiye’s figure ahead suddenly paused.
“What’s wrong?” An Qingyu asked.
“There’s a valley ahead,” Lin Qiye withdrew his spiritual perception, his expression somewhat strange. “And…”
“And what?”
“There are many vengeful spirits gathered there, it’s strange.”
An Qingyu frowned slightly, looking up at the sky. “We don’t have time to take a detour… Can we pass through directly by entering the void like before?”
“The valley isn’t too large, we should be able to.”
Lin Qiye made a rough estimate and nodded slightly.
[Zhan Bai] could indeed take people into the void, but couldn’t stay there for long. Additionally, with Lin Qiye carrying An Qingyu, the burden of two people made the duration even shorter. However, with their speed, passing through the valley in a short time shouldn’t be difficult.
Lin Qiye drew [Zhan Bai], grabbed An Qingyu, and both of them disappeared.
Back in the black and white void world, the two immediately moved at full speed. In a moment, they passed through the narrow mountain crevice, and the view suddenly opened up as they entered a valley.
Upon entering this valley, An Qingyu immediately understood what Lin Qiye meant by “strange.”
Ash fell like snow from the sky, dyeing the surrounding black peaks and the entire valley gray-white. The accumulated ash on the ground was about thirty to forty centimeters high. In this desolate world, countless black figures stood in the swirling ash, hands clasped in prayer, devoutly looking up at the crack in the sky that continuously showered down ash.
These were all vengeful spirits.
As An Qingyu was about to turn his head, his peripheral vision caught a familiar figure stumbling out of the crevice.
It was the greedy vengeful spirit they had seen earlier in the crevice, constantly searching for “gold.”
His emaciated body crawled rapidly through the accumulated ash, seemingly still looking for large stones. Gray-white ash fell on his body, quickly dyeing him gray-white.
After crawling for about ten seconds, his body suddenly froze, like a stone statue, motionless in the ash.
After a long while, he stiffly raised his head, his hollow eyes gazing at the continuously falling ash above, gradually filling with fanatical excitement!
