0227 chapter blood full jasper coffin cold fog around the dead
"Oh?" Mie Canglan leaned his hands behind his back, walked through Hanshan Yezhong's shoulder and looked forward. He could only see a dim light of fire. The trembling and weak light made people feel sad.
The air was still full of viscous water vapor, and the tiny breeze trembled across everyone's faces. Mie Canglan took a light breath and felt a trace of free blood penetrate into his nose, similar to a faint breathing sound in his ears.
It trembled in a rush.
It was like there was a dying person behind Hanshan Yezhong, who struggled to make a hoarse gasp as if he was rubbing against a sand wall.
Hanshan Ye Zhong kept his fingers against his lips, moved to the others, and then he hooked his fingers to Mie Canglan and walked forward.
Mie Canglan turned around and glanced at Lie Qingyang, while Qingluo grabbed the boy's clothes tightly, wanted to come up and hug his brother, and stood there with wide eyes as he was afraid of something.
"Canglan..." Lie Qingyang's lips turned white, and the Hanshan League's territory was filled with a strange evil aura, as if the dead aura of the yellow spring and the bloody blood after the decay of the corpse and the sea of blood.
Suppressed for a long time.
Mie Canglan's face was as deep as frost. He suddenly smiled slightly and nodded, turned around and followed Hanshan Ye Zhong. He gently hooked his fingers with his hands behind him. Lie Qingyang knew what he meant, and let him and Qing
Keep a distance between Luo and the two of you, don’t get too close to the weird Hanshan night clock.
Mie Canglan himself followed Hanshan Ye Zhong closely, as if he had walked into a crisis-ridden encirclement.
The four lone guests stopped in the middle of the entrance, holding the narrow passage tightly, and each of them had gloomy eyes like a hungry nighthawk.
Walking into the center of this cave, Mie Canglan looked around and saw neat tables and chairs under the dim and rough cave wall. The painted red round table carved chairs were clean and shiny, so they must have been wiped carefully every day.
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But the color was like a blood mixed with loess, and it looked full of a heavy and dead spirit.
Mie Canglan turned his head coldly, and saw a row of seven soft red lanterns hanging from the ceiling. The fine breeze was not enough to whisk them, but these lanterns were swaying faintly, as if one was invisible.
The hands kept pushing them with slackness and grief.
The furnishings in front of me are like a room with all kinds of things, with all the tables and chairs, and they are just placed in this desolate cave, and they feel strange no matter how you look at it.
Hanshan Night Bell suddenly stopped. At this time, he and Mie Canglan had already penetrated into the center of the cave. There was a large rectangular box in front of him. From a distance, you could only see the outline of the slight white mist.
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"Young Master Mie, please come close." Hanshan Ye Zhong stepped up the steps on the edge of the box, gently stroked the strange monster with white mist. He did not look at Mie Canglan when he spoke, but stared at the movements in his hands.
His eyes were so gentle that it was about to drip out of water.
Mie Canglan stood on the other side of Hanshan Night Bell and looked downwards. The rectangular box in front of him was a huge coffin, with its edges and corners having been corroded and polished by the fog for a long time, and the tentacles were full of wet water droplets.
The mist was extremely cold and had a slight erosion, as if it was made up of countless tiny white insects.
Hanshan Ye Zhong looked up at Ding Mie Canglan's movement of touching the coffin, and curled his lips and showed a little white teeth. He pushed his hand and exerted force in the direction of Mie Canglan.
An extremely sharp friction sound cut through the breeze, and Mie Canglan withdrew his hand like lightning, and the fingers were not cut by the coffin lid that was pushed down suddenly. Hanshan Ye Zhong only pushed it for a moment, and it had already breathed the entire coffin lid.
When it was lifted, a large area of pale mist gushed out.
A strong sour smell almost cut off Mi Canglan's breathing. He immediately used his magic fingers to cut a thin piece of blood mist, gathering his body to calm down the blood vessels of his body, and then leaning towards the inside of the coffin.
In the white mist, Mi Canglan saw a young man's body lying inside it, with his hands crossed on his lower abdomen, and his frosty face was peaceful and quiet, as if immersed in a sweet dream.
But his body was as hard as iron, and layers of frost frozen the folds of his robe into sharp curves.
Hanshan Yezhong almost stretched half of his body into the coffin, gently scraped off the ice on the corpse, and smiled softly as if he was caressing a child's delicate face, "Are you sleeping well? Xueer, you sleep
How good is it…”
The crazy person who looked like a lost mind was speaking in a tone that was gentler than any normal person.
Mie Canglan came up, but saw the face of the corpse gradually falling off, and it showed a clear appearance. A storm whirled over his heart, and Mie Canglan couldn't help but speak slightly like the cold wind, "This is...
…Han Xuefei?”
"It's rude." Hanshan Yezhong grinned again, his white teeth seemed to be beast teeth that urgently needed to chew something, "This is my son... He has been sleeping like this, and he doesn't know if the distinguished guest comes...
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Mie Canglan raised his sword eyebrows, as if cold ice freezes all his facial features, and suddenly smiled slightly, "So that's it." He gently stretched out his hand and stroked the hard lines of the corpse, and suddenly felt an increasingly obvious and vicious breath.
, it was revealed from the deepest part of this huge coffin.
"Well..." Mie Canglan narrowed his eyes and saw Han Shan Yezhong pushing his hand over his chest, smiling and retreating with him.
"The time is here." Hanshan Ye Zhong looked at the sky, and the floating soft red lanterns swayed a little larger, as if they were suddenly thrown into the howling wind.
A drop of cold liquid suddenly fell into Mie Canglan's forehead and quickly slid down like a small snake. Mie Canglan immediately raised his hand and saw a drop of bright red blood, emitting a trembling light on his fingertips.
Before I could think about it, I heard the sound of heavy rain suddenly pouring down from the sky. Mie Canglan took a step back to raise his true energy, but the Hanshan Night Bell was motionless looking at the blood beads falling like rain in front of me, and his face was
It has been beaten bright red, almost covering up the pale smile.
I saw a thunderous blood rain pouring down from the soft red lantern on the top and accurately fell into the huge coffin, making all the swelling white mist red. The splashing blood kept spewing out, surrounding the coffin
A blood-red arc was struck by a shooting place.
Mie Canglan narrowed his eyes, looked back at Lie Qingyang, who was holding Qingluo's pale face, and shook his head to stop him from moving forward.
He could feel a vicious and strange evil aura splattering out of the blood rain, and the clear body of Lie Qingyang and Qingluo could not bear it.
These two people, Mie Canglan did not want them to be hurt.
The cold white coffin grew red from the bottom, and the waving blood gradually filled the entire coffin, and the white fog turned into bright blood red. The pungent sour smell spread out, and even broke through it.
Mie Canglan, who was in the ghost world in the underworld, could not help but cover his nose lightly, frowned and suppressed his mind.
The blood rain dripped rapidly, like beating the panicked drum beat. Just as Mie Canglan's red pupils shot out the coldest dangerous light, the blood rain suddenly stopped, and a few remaining bloodshots came high from the
The lantern broke and fell, and the chaotic sound of rain finally stopped.
Hanshan Night Bell gently rubbed his palms, stepped across the ground and walked forward with blood, and a squeaking and sticky sound rubbed from the bottom of his feet. He stood beside the coffin with blood rippling light, waved to Mie Canglan and smiled.
, "Young Master Die, come here."
"Canglan!" "Brother..." Suddenly, two calls came from behind. Mie Canglan, who was about to move, thrust his back, as if he was hit by the center of the two warm sounds. In front of him was the Hanshan Night Bell
With a pale face that looked like a smile, the strange man stretched out his thin hand as thin as an eagle's claw and gently wiped away the blood splattered on his face.
Mie Canglan narrowed his eyes, turned his head and said softly, "What's wrong?"
"Brother, don't go over..." Qingluo's face was blue and white. She grabbed Lie Qingyang's clothes and bit her lower lip hard and said, "It's so weird, that guy..."
The "Thousand Miles of Frost" on Lie Qingyang's back emitted layers of powder-like silver light, staring at Mie Canglan at any time, and shook his head heavily.
"Don't worry." Mie Canglan stretched out a finger and shook it. He waved his clothes and stood next to the coffin with big strides. He didn't even look at the two of them and said coldly, "I always have to give others a chance to explain, right?"
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