The door was locked from the inside, so the young man could only stand outside.
Hesitating for a moment, his eyes showed a docile look.
Just hearing a bang, the door was kicked open by the young man and he flew in.
What caught the young man's eyes at this moment was a blood man, his hair was messy, his face was distorted, and something could be seen running back and forth on his head.
The young man's legs were weak, he turned and ran away.
At that moment, there was a cracking sound behind him, and a small piece of wood whirred towards him.
The young man was also a martial arts practitioner, his teary eyes slapped out a palm.
The log flew backwards and hit Nijin's chest, causing fresh blood to immediately spurt out.
Nijin's eyes were bloodshot, staring at him.
At this point, the practice no longer needs to be used; it has become a kind of instinct.
At this point, Nijin just needs to sit there, enjoy the pain and wait for the two endings for him.
First, Nijin remained alert until Qinghai ran a full circle.
If he can endure it, the practice will be successful, the meridians will expand, and internal force will be born.
Second, Nijin lost consciousness, Qinghai stopped, he died.
If in the beginning, Nijin could still rely on operating the scriptures to forget the pain, then now he can only sit there and endure.
If you can't stand it, you'll live. If you can't stand it, you'll die.
"Too terrifying, too scary."
Nijin can only use those two words at this time to imagine the LingKing.
He thought he was about to be unable to resist anymore, but at that moment a young man without a word rushed forward.
Nijin was startled to wake up. At a glance, he realized that this young man was the guard guarding the door of Bach Trung Lau.
Why doesn't he understand now that he is indeed being monitored?
His murderous spirit emerged, and the piece of wood next to him was thrown away.
But at this moment he didn't have any strength, the piece of wood was gently tapped by the guard and flew backwards, and even injured himself.
Nijin gritted his teeth and gritted each word.
"Bach Trung Lau has a great reputation, but I didn't expect it to also do the job of stealing chickens and stealing dogs"
The guard's face turned black when he heard this. He clearly saw that this young man was very weak.
In his opinion, this person is not even a martial artist and is no different from a normal person.
He didn't expect that this person was so weak and still dared to speak nonsense. He really wanted to die.
The guard's eyes flashed fiercely and he opened his mouth to speak.
"I wanted to leave and not pay attention, but if you're so tired of living, I'll have to send you off a part of the way."
I saw his right hand open, five fingers forming a claw, his knuckles turning black.
A claw slapped the top of his head.
Only heard a miserable howl.
The guard only paid attention to Nijin's body, but unexpectedly at that moment a blue light suddenly rushed forward, passing through his body and into Nijin's chest.
Nijin was stunned, still not understanding what happened.
At this moment, a sharp pain rushed through his chest, his heart was possessed by something, and his blood moved faster and faster.
Nijin was scared to death, he really didn't know what was going on.
The guard's hand grabbed Nijin's head and immediately stiffened, his large, muscular body could be seen withering with the naked eye.
In less than three breaths, the guard's entire body turned into a dried corpse.
Nijin was stunned, not daring to believe his eyes.
Looking down at his thighs, the piece of wood that had just fallen was rotting, and in just one breath it had turned into chalk dust.
From the pile of chalk dust, a red light flew out, following his nostrils.
Nijin swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but soon he was crazy happy again.
In his heart, streams of warm water continuously poured out, ignoring Qinghai's body as it rushed like a storm, it only caused waves of numbness.
Nijin wants to laugh out loud.
At this moment, thunder boomed in the sky, a finger as big as a mountain thundered down into Fujian district, and the aura of death came.
The clouds are bustling, the sky is covered with clouds.
The entire Fujian district was plunged into darkness.
Outside Fujian district, people scattered and fled like a bee's nest, the situation was indescribable.
A lifetime's career will probably disappear in just a moment.
Each citizen cried like their parents had died, and the pets in the house also howled from time to time.
"Oh my God! Why is it like this? What did we do wrong? Who was it? Who created this evil so God can punish us?" The sight of people screaming and crying was heartbreaking.
Old Ly's face turned pale and he looked up at the sky.
Before his eyes, a huge finger was descending from the clouds, it looked very slow but it was so fast that it was hard to put into words.
Just heard a "Boom".
The sky and earth were dark and rain was pouring down.
The people of Fujian district had blood on their faces, some fell down, some fainted.
Old Ly's legs were also hitting each other, his eyes and nose were blurry.
No one could see anything anymore, everything was just black.
No one has the courage to run back to the district city at this time.
The inn collapsed and darkness covered it.
Nijin sat in the room, not knowing that the world would change and running away.
But even if he ran away, it would be useless, because that good guy came because of him.
Under the ground of the inn, a hole ten meters deep appeared.
Not sure what is inside the deep hole? Can't see clearly, it's too dark.
The entire Fujian district citadel was strangely quiet. It would not be an exaggeration to say that this is a dead citadel.
"Cough...! Cough" Each dry cough suddenly rang out below the deep hole.
Some "crackling, rustling" sounds rang out.
Below the deep hole, there was a dark shadow slowly crawling up.
The clouds also began to disperse, and light slowly appeared.
I only saw a strange creature crawling out of the crater.
This creature is humanoid, its entire body covered in a layer of black charcoal.
I don't know what he looks like, I can only see his eyes blinking.
These eyes are probably not human eyes, the pupils are blue, the whites are streaked with bright red blood.
The figure had just crawled up the edge of the hole. Before he could understand what had just happened, he held his head again and rolled over.
That figure roared like a wild animal as if it was suffering from something very painful.
After a while, that figure stood up, looked around, and rushed towards Bach Trung Lau.
Bach Trung Lau was very close away, and the figure quickly came.
Looking around, the first floor was empty.
This figure immediately rushed towards the wooden box containing Qinghai, his right hand lifted a group of butterfly corpses into smoke.
After everything was finished, this figure headed up to the second floor.
He did not stop but continued to go up, the third floor, the fourth floor, until he stopped on the seventh floor.
On this floor are many books and bibliographies.
The black figure did not go to look, he quickly picked up some, put it in a large piece of cloth, tied it then left.
The whole process does not take more than the time to drink a cup of tea.
The black figure headed towards Zhufan. On the way, he ran away in pieces, pieces of caco falling from his body.
All I could see, from the peeling pieces of caco, was red flesh, sometimes still bleeding, extremely scary.
But very quickly the bleeding stopped, the skin and flesh were visible to the naked eye, healed, and soon turned white and flawless.
A way to escape, fortunately no one around noticed, perhaps there was no one left in this district.
The black figure ran very fast. It was not until he left the district that he met a few local people.
It seems that they did not run in this direction on purpose, after all, this place is very close to Zhufan.
The black figure did not care at all, in just a few short minutes it rushed into the mountains and forests.
The clouds have receded, and the sky is slowly turning bright.
The local people wiped away their tears and looked towards the district city, hoping that there was still something left in the city.
"Ah! Impossible?" A middle-aged man widened his eyes and gasped.
"How is this possible?" Another person also widened his eyes and couldn't believe his eyes.
The local people also looked towards the district and city, rubbing their eyes.
I originally thought that at this time, only ruins were left in the district, but when I looked back, everything was still intact.
Many people didn't believe it and even slapped themselves in the face. When they determined it wasn't a dream, they laughed like crazy.
Rushing towards Fujian district.
Old Ly was one step ahead.
He was originally a martial arts practitioner, his vision was different from that of ordinary people. As soon as the clouds showed signs of receding, he could see everything clearly.
The old man did not say a word but performed his light attack to the maximum, only five minutes later he ran back to the district city.
Rushing towards the inn where Nijin once lived, he only saw a hole nearly ten meters deep lying there.
The inn is no longer there, not even a scrap of wood is found.
He turned around and headed towards Bach Trung Lau.
On the way, he occasionally saw a few pieces of black coal, but he just glanced at them without paying attention.
Returning to Bach Trung Lau, seeing that everything had not changed, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Stepping upstairs again, at that moment his eyes shrunk and slowly turned cold.