Chu Qianxun lives in a zigzag building.

The residents in the building are numerous and crowded. Each floor is divided into twenty or thirty small houses, crowding with hundreds of people. The sound insulation effect is very poor, and you can hear clearly whether you eat, drink, defecate, fight and do things upstairs.

Chu Qianxun held a double-eared clay pot in one hand and firewood in the other. He lowered his head and wore out of the various clothes hanging in the corridor, and entered the public kitchen covered in the courtyard.

The walls in the kitchen were blackened by fireworks, and there were a circle of earth stoves around them. In this era, electricity had become an expensive resource. If you want to eat a bite of hot things, you could only cook with fire.

Chu Qianxun found an empty stove, skillfully boiled a small pot of water, broke a piece of bean cake in his hand and threw it into the pot. This brown-yellow bean cake is made of residues left after soybean juice. It is hard and dry, and it is difficult to swallow if it is not soaked in water. It has no nutrition yet. In the golden age, this food that was despised by pigs has now become the staple food for most people.

Chu Qianxun stirred the brown-yellow bean porridge in the pot, thinking about how many magic species he had left,

Today, the currency common to humans is a green crystal called a demon species. Killing monsters in the wild can obtain demon species from their bodies. All saints with superpowers need to use demon species to improve their abilities, so demon species becomes the only circulating currency besides food.

Although her body has not fully recovered, Chu Qianxun knew that she could not rest anymore. She planned to wait for Gao Yan and the others to come back this time to report to the team leader that she would prepare to participate in the next demon hunting operation.

The yellow-brown bean paste began to boil, and Chu Qianxun took out a half-blue and half-red tomato from his pocket.

She planted a few tomatoes in the soil basin on her windowsill, and did not water them for a few days. Not only did she not die, she also managed to bear a half-ripe and unripe fruit, which made Chu Qianxun very happy.

The two women on the stove opposite her looked at her with envious look as she cut the precious vitamin-rich food and threw it into the pot without leaving any strands.

"I have to save some food soon and reserve more food." The woman said to her companions.

"It's not like this. Now that the 'human demon' Ye Peitian is in Beizhen dozens of kilometers away. Shenai summoned dozens of masters nearby and encircled them for a few days. Who knows what to do in the end and whether it will affect Chuncheng? We ordinary people should make more preparations."

"I heard that Ye Peitian is a pervert who kills without blinking. I hope those big guys can be more powerful. This time, we can really wipe out this devil, so that we can go out to hunt demons with peace of mind."

When the name Ye Peitian came, a man suddenly appeared in Chu Qianxun's mind. The man had a clean smile and often held his hand with a slightly red face in the dream world.

Chu Qianxun shook his head and removed the unrealistic ideas in his mind.

Don’t think about it, it’s just a dream. Just live your life with your tail tightly and don’t provoke those terrifying characters.

She poured out a pot of stewed dark dishes and walked towards the house with a clay pot.

As soon as they reached the door, several saints separated the crowd and carried a man covered in blood and walked into the next door to Chu Qianxun.

"What's going on?" Chu Qianxun put down the food in his hand and rushed over.

Gao Yan lay on the bed, her face turned pale, her delicate eyebrows tightly twisted together, and her abdomen seemed to be bitten by some huge creature, which damaged most of the body at the waist. Red blood oozed out from the bandage that stumbled on her body, instantly dyeing the entire sheet red.

She is still alive, but not far from death. Even a saint who has a much better recovery than an ordinary person can't survive such a serious injury.

Chu Qianxun met several men who sent Gao Yan back, one of them was Wang Dazhi, the captain of the team where Chu Qianxun was located.

Wang Dazhi and others shook their heads when they looked at Gao Yan on the bed. He was not going to do anything more.

As a teammate, it is great to bring her back and let her die at home in this era of death every day.

"You were unconscious before, and Yanzi had taken care of you. Look at her and wait for someone to leave, and then call us to help you." Wang Dazhi patted Chu Qianxun on the shoulder and prepared to lead the people away.

"Wait a minute." Chu Qianxun stopped them, "Please ask the healer, captain, please help me invite a healer over."

Wang Dazhi was a little surprised. He had not seen that the relationship between Chu Qianxun and Gao Yan was so good.

Saints with healing powers are called healers. Advanced healers are a very popular profession in this era, and it is expensive to invite them to come. No one is willing to waste this money for a dying person who is already irrescue.

The healer invited was a tall and thin middle-aged woman. She glanced at Gao Yan in the pool of blood, turned around and left.

"It's dead, so why are you calling me to do?"

"Please do your best," Chu Qianxun grabbed her, "just stop the blood and can be dragged for a few days."

She respectfully handed a bag of demon seeds in her hand. The female saint weighed the bag in her hand, snorted, and a white light lit up in her hands, shining on the huge wound on Gao Yan's waist.

The people in the house retreated,

Chu Qianxun changed a bed sheet for Gao Yan, looked at her face, and sat silently beside her bed in a daze.

Gao Yan's face was pale and sweating all over her head, but she was still sober. She turned her face away and didn't look at Chu Qianxun by the bed.

"Inside the electric fan." Gao Yan's voice came from the back of her head.

Chu Qianxun didn't react at once. "What did you say?"

"Open the base of the electric fan." Gao Yan said lightly again.

Chu Qianxun flipped out the rusty small electric fan thrown in the corner of her room.

I took apart the base and there were a layered bag of bags stuffed inside. When I opened the bag, I saw that all the green ones were magical.

"You're cheap, take it." Gao Yan said, "At the end of time, I'll be tired of living in this world."

Chu Qianxun stared at the bag for a while, closed the bag with green light.

"No, you are waiting for me. I still have a chance. I will go to Beizhen and buy medicine to save you."

In this world ruled by major religions, there is a huge religious organization called God Love. It once produced a potion that can produce flesh and bones of living dead people. It is said that this is a God-given gift given by God to save the world, so it is named Holy Blood.

But Chu Qianxun knows how filthy and cruel the truth behind this glorious and holy myth is.

If what you see in the dream is true, then the so-called holy blood is actually just the flesh and blood of the human demon Ye Peitian.

In the early stages of the arrival of the demon seed, the Divine Love Organization, a small pharmaceutical group, found Ye Peitian seriously injured in a closed warehouse. They accidentally learned that Ye Peitian, who was an immortal, had the flesh and blood of the immortals, had the ability to recover from ordinary people. These charitable church members cruelly imprisoned Ye Peitian, who was still very weak at that time, used his immortality to repeatedly extract his flesh and blood, made the divine medicine and holy blood, and claimed to be a gift from God, so as to attract believers and expand their power.

There is no holy blood on the market now, but as Beizhen, where the heavy research institution of God Love is located, there is still an opportunity to buy one or two holy blood on the black market at a high price. Chu Qianxun wants to give it a try for Gao Yan.

***

A cold moon hangs in the sky.

Under the moonlight, there is a battlefield covered with yellow sand.

Almost all the saints on this battlefield felt regret in their hearts at this moment. They had been fighting for three days, and they had died countless comrades, almost exhausted their supernatural powers. But the man covered in blood was still standing in the yellow sand in the sky, as if he could never kill him and would never fall down.

Blood-red sand lingered around him, walking step by step.

The evil ghosts under the moonlit night and the Shura in hell are creepy.

A transparent spider silk that was almost invisible stuck to the hand of the demon moving forward. The demon's deadly eyes rolled for a moment and stopped.

In an instant, countless silver chains appeared along the seemingly fragile thin spider silk, tightly wrapped around Ye Peitian's hands, and hung him up in the air.

"Catch it, I'll catch him!" The saint who successfully used special abilities to sneak attack was ecstatic, "Hurry, everyone, come on! Cut off his legs first."

Ye Peitian raised his slender eyebrows, but the bound man seemed to have seen something interesting that made him happy. His wanton laughter came from the dust in the sky.

The yellow sand rolled in the air, wrapping his arms around him, and squeezing his own arms.

The devil who was free appeared from the dust in the sky and rushed towards the enemy who surrounded him.

The sneak attacker in the distance turned around and ran away. The blood-red sand spread out in the air, condensed into a pair of giant palms and chased him, snatching him.

Accompanied by a harsh scream, blood flowed down from the gaps between the sand.

"Demon...Devil." The fighting spirit of the saints who surrounded the human demons finally collapsed and began to turn around and flee.

The battlefield that had fought bloody days and nights returned to calm.

It covers sand dunes within a radius of several miles and becomes the tomb of those greedy people.

The cold moon shines brightly, the night wind blows by, and above the dead sand dunes, corpses are everywhere, blood flows into a river,

A broken human demon lying in a sea of ​​corpses and blood, with his eyes open and quietly watching the full moon in the sky. His arms were broken, his superpower was exhausted, his body was injured, and he had lost his ability to move. At this time, even a kid with a knife could cut off his head.

But he didn't care at all. Living was torture for him, and death was what he wanted but could not get.

"It's so boring, I still can't die. Is this God's punishment for me, a demon?" He cracked his lips and laughed silently.

Look, the ground is full of his blood and his body. This is what those people rush up like locusts and want to snatch.

Although Ye Peitian lived a lifeless life, he wanted to mix the things that people were attracted to into the yellow sand and buried them deep in the ground, and did not want to give up those hypocritical despicable people for nothing.

The full moon in the night sky was gradually covered by clouds, and Ye Peitian's face dimmed.

He is a notorious murderer, with a great reputation and fears from everyone.

No one knew that he had a ridiculous weakness, and that he, the terrifying demon, was afraid of the darkness.

In the early stages of the arrival of the demon seed, he was locked in boundless darkness for three months. Since then, no matter how powerful he became, he cannot escape the extreme fear of darkness in his heart.

He couldn't help but pray in his heart that the moonlight would not disappear. But he knew it was useless, and there seemed to be no one or anything in this world that could respond to his prayers.

In fact, he was used to dealing with fear. In countless experiences, he told him that the only way to face pain is to endure it - whether he can endure it or not.

The last ray of bright moon was about to disappear, and darkness turned into a cold hand and began to climb up along his skin, soon covering his mouth and nose, grasping his heart, and dragging him into a world where he could not breathe.

A small sound came from the jungle on the edge of the dunes.
Chapter completed!