1278: C1278 Black Blood

C1278 Black Blood

The moment the two of them walked out of the spatial rift, a cold current engulfed them.

Zhou Yi turned around and said, "Oh, right. I forgot to tell you, this is the extreme north. It is always covered in ice and is extremely cold. Use your own energy to resist it."

With that, Zhou Yi continued to walk forward.

After Jin Xuelei heard Zhou Yi's words, he immediately channeled the fire energy in his body, forming a thin layer of fire attributed clothes on the surface of his body.

With this dress. Those cold and bone-piercing cold winds were completely blocked by him, and his body also gradually became warm.

However, Zhou Yi, who was walking in front, became more and more confused. He remembered that this wasn't the only scene he was in before.

Why was it that in the short span of half a month, the extremely cold land that was originally like spring had returned to its original appearance.

"Uncle Zhou, where is Zhou Qing?" Jin Xuelei came over and asked.

Zhou Yi slightly raised his hand and both of them stopped at the same time.

With a slight movement of Zhou Yi's wrist, the Scepter appeared in his hand.

But now, on the Scepter, it was pitch-black and not a speck of fluorescence could be seen.

"What's going on?" Zhou Yi mumbled to himself. Not only did the light on the Scepter disappear, even the huge enchantment from before was gone too.

Zhou Yi was surprised: "Could it be that everything I saw before was just an illusion?"

"What illusion?" Jin Xuelei didn't know what Zhou Yi was going to say, so he hurriedly asked.

Zhou Yi shook his head. With his current cultivation level, it was impossible for him to not notice anything that could create illusions in front of him.

That only meant one thing, everything he saw before was real.

Helpless, he could only drop another drop of his own blood essence into the Scepter, and then close his eyes to carefully feel it.

A moment later he opened his eyes.

"How is it?" Jin Xuelei asked anxiously.

Zhou Yi shook his head, "Zhou Qin is no longer here. This time, the place I sensed is in L Country!"

"You're talking about the country where their ancestors lived by grazing!" Jin Xuelei seemed to have thought of something and said.

Zhou Yi nodded and the two of them set off again.

Country.

This time, when the two of them walked out of the spatial crack, they saw a green manor and goats grazing in front of it.

"This place is really not bad!" Jin Xuelei felt the traces of Spiritual Force in the breeze and said with a smile.

"This should be a small farm, not too far away is the town." Zhou Yi pointed in a direction and then said.

"Then which direction are we going in now?" Jin Xuelei looked in the direction of the town and asked.

"Let's go to town!" With that, Zhou Yi disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already a hundred steps away.

Moments later, the two of them arrived at the town.

The town was bustling with noise and excitement today. Because it was their Harvest Festival, many people were wearing well-harvested clothes as they walked up and down the street.

On the contrary, looking at Zhou Yi and Jin Xuelei, they became out of place.

"Uncle Zhou, let's go another way." After receiving his twenty-ninth strange look, Jin Xuelei went up to Zhou Yi and whispered.

Zhou Yi nodded. There was a small church in front of them, so they planned to cross from the side of the church to another street.

However, just as the two of them passed by the church entrance, a person walked out from inside.

The one was wearing the clothes of a priest, about forty years old.

If it was an ordinary person on the street, Zhou Yi wouldn't care. However, the moment the two passed each other, that person suddenly reached Zhou Yi's shoulder.

Zhou Yi was unable to react in time and really let the other side hold onto him.

Then, that person violently coughed and a mouthful of blood instantly sprayed onto Zhou Yi's body.

Zhou Yi was more or less obsessed with cleanliness. When he saw the puddle of black blood on his white T-shirt, he instantly frowned.

"Ah, someone, come! Murder!"

The moment Zhou Yiyi pushed the priest away, a scream suddenly came from the distance.

Following that, a group of people ran over.

These people happened to be marching on the main street from before. After hearing someone scream, they directly walked over.

Then they saw the priest on the ground.

The Priest's eyes were wide open as he clutched his throat, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

In the blink of an eye, a pool of black blood appeared beneath him, making his hair stand on end.

The residents looked at the scene in front of them and were shocked. They didn't even dare to move forward to take a look at what had happened to the priest.

The priest's mouth was like a clogged sewer, constantly leaking sewage.

After a while, one of the townspeople suddenly shouted, "Go get the doctor!"

It was only then that these people reacted and two people quickly ran towards the other side of the street.

The remaining people surrounded Zhou Yi and Jin Xuelei.

"You can't leave. You are the murderer. You must go through our police investigation before you can leave." A resident boldly said.

Zhou Yi shrugged his shoulders. When facing ordinary people, he will also become an ordinary person.

"Quick, look!" Someone shouted.

Everyone's eyes once again gathered on that priest. That priest had already spat out all of his blood, and his body had already become extremely stiff.

Not only that, his body gradually shriveled up, as if something had sucked out his blood and fat.

In just a few seconds, his body shriveled up at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye. He then became like a dried up corpse on television.

Everyone thought this was the end, but they didn't think that the corpse would continue to peel off the black ashes in front of everyone's eyes.

In the blink of an eye, a gentle breeze blew and the corpse disappeared.

All that was left on the ground were the clothes that the priest had worn earlier. Other than that, everything else was just an illusion.

If everyone present hadn't been the witnesses, they would have thought that what they just experienced was just an illusion.1

"You, you are the killers!" One of them pointed a finger at Zhou Yi and Jin Xuelei and shouted.

But just as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt his throat dry up. He coughed, but who knew that with that cough, he would spit out a mouthful of black blood.

"Ah!" The timid man screamed.

As for the others, they all retreated with faces full of fear, isolating Zhou Yi and Jin Xuelei …

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