Chapter 2355: Obstruction (1) Chapter 2355: Obstruction (1) “Mother …”
The soft Mutter was extremely gentle as it entered song qingxiao's consciousness.
The lake in her heart fluctuated. This call overlapped with the child's childish words in the cellar.
Song Qing turned around and saw the young boy through the long stairs.
He raised his head and lifted his leg with great effort, about to step on the wet stairs.
On the stone steps, countless black Qi swam towards the young man as if they had found their waiting host. They gathered under his feet in an instant, forming a huge black vortex, waiting to be stepped into by him.
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In the terrifying abyss formed by demonic Qi, a terrifying dark power swept over.
They were like parasites, waiting to pull a pure child into this endless abyss.
Some of the black mist couldn't take it and started to burn like flames, forming Black Flame mountain.
A strange shrill cry came out of the black flames. The Buddhist sect had been contaminated by the filth.
“Don't …”
When song Qing saw this, his pupils contracted and he shouted.
One of the shackles in her sea of consciousness broke, and she rushed down the steps without a word.
“Mother …”
The child shouted out these two words with a pilgrimage-like mentality, which had an extremely different meaning to him, and his bare feet landed on the ground.
Bang!
The tip of his foot landed on the ground, and blood splashed everywhere.
The Echo reverberated, and the violent black gas let out a sharp and ear-piercing laughter.
Song qingxiao reached out and tried to push him back with her hands. She passed through his thin chest, his body passed through her shadow, and he stepped onto the steps.
'AH'
With a series of strange cries, the black Qi rushed into the body of the ignorant young boy.
Strange black runes suddenly appeared between the young man's feet and ankles.
The seal scripts spread all the way up, and his eyes instantly turned completely black, swallowing the White of his eyes. His body bent down in pain, and he couldn't straighten up for a long time.
“.. I'm just a passerby …”
Song qingxiao's body passed through him, but she still stretched out her hand to stop him. The words of the huge string-holding demonic soul rang in her mind.
“.. To see what had happened … I can't change …”
“Mother … Mother …” The young boy's consciousness was scattered. The moment the demonic Qi invaded his body, he muttered in pain.
Her illusionary figure was so close to the young man's back, but she could not comfort him at all and could only watch coldly.
The young ah Qi didn't know what had happened, but he quickly got over the pain of the devil Qi invading his body and stood up again.
“Mother.”
He moved his legs, and the newly emerged black lines on his legs had already disappeared into his skin.
The young boy had no idea that the woman he had been looking for was right beside him. She was silently accompanying him up the long stairs with a complicated look in her eyes.
“Wuwuwu …”
As the mages cleaned the stairs, the crowd that had been violently evacuated came back and surrounded them timidly.
The blood on the stairs had been washed away, leaving no stains or bloodstains, but the corpses below had piled up like a small dam.
“Grandpa … Grandpa …”
Among the wailing crowd, a thin and weak child with a sack over his body shouted helplessly in a panic.
He couldn't cry anymore, and his palm-sized face was filled with suppressed fear and uneasiness.
“Grandpa … Where are you?”
There were crying people all around, and everyone's faces were filled with grief and despair.
Some were rummaging through the corpses on the ground, trying to find the remains of their loved ones.
Some people knelt down at the bottom of the stairs and cried for Buddha to have mercy and allow them to stay.
The child was very young. When the monks were chasing him away, he was pushed by the chaotic crowd and was separated from his grandfather.
Song qingxiao, who was standing beside seven, turned her head when she heard the call.
The old man's life was already in danger, and he had only been able to survive with his last breath.
At the moment of the incident, he had been trampled by the rushing crowd and was probably dead.
Her gaze followed the steps that were still dripping with water and fell on the pile of corpses below.
Even with song Qing's state of mind, he couldn't help but feel pity.
The child might have guessed the result, but he didn't want to believe it, so he just looked up at the temple above.
The temple's Mountain Gate was wide open, and the Golden-plated Buddha inside was faintly visible.
Chapter end
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