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Chapter 71 071. Let’s play music and dance!

"Red mist?"

Li Qing looked at the red mist that was spreading in, his eyes fixed on Qiao Mu.

That person was not affected at all in the red mist?

Even if Li Qing is confident enough in his own strength, he does not dare to rush into the red mist. He knows that although the red mist contains powerful power, endless treasures, and countless knowledge, it also Full of pollution and crisis.

Mortals can only stay in the red mist for a few seconds before they are irreversibly eroded.

A normal Stranger might survive for a few minutes, but would leave indelible wounds.

As for Li Qing, he boasts that he can only walk in it for a quarter of an hour, and there is no guarantee for more.

It is said that when a stranger reaches a certain level of strength, he can ignore most of the pollution in the red mist and move freely in it. Li Qing has never seen such a being before.

Now, he saw it.

However, Qiao Mu's current state does not seem to be normal.

The suona he held in his hand was constantly squirming, like a restless snake. Around him, the rotting, festering, and fragmented corpses were playing the instruments in their hands, like a procession at a grand carnival.

"Keep playing music, keep dancing!"

Qiao Mu waved his hands excitedly. At a glance, he saw the corpses all over the floor in this huge banquet hall, saw Li Qing standing in the center of the hall, saw the actors who were performing hard and giving up their lives, and saw the endless corpses on the ground. Xia Yi is crawling, and Tang Xiaomeng is suspended in mid-air, and his human form is no longer visible.

"Huh? The mission goal is to rescue Tang Xiaomeng. As long as he is alive, it shouldn't matter even if he is a piece of meat?"

he wondered.

But no matter what, Qiao Mu had to act now.

[She will soon absorb all the pollution, and her petite body will become a bloated fat person soon. This hotel may not be able to accommodate her, she is too fat! 】

Those words that were brighter than blood emerged from Tang Xiaomeng's body.

Qiao Mu took steps toward Tang Xiaomeng and ran over.

Hong Mist's speed was one step slower than him. Wherever he went, the corpses stood up one after another, and began to bear fruit from the inside, and flowers of flesh and blood bloomed one after another.

Li Qing saw Qiao Mu's purpose, and he also walked towards Qiao Mu. Now, no matter what kind of identity Qiao Mu was, he had to stop Qiao Mu and complete this ritual, otherwise he would suffer serious consequences. Backlash is a dead end anyway.

The warlord raised his fist, trying to knock Qiao Mu down.

But before the punch was thrown, he felt that he had lost strength.

No.

It's not that he simply lost his strength, but that his arm had a will of its own and didn't want to obey Li Qing's orders.

In an instant, countless fine white hairs grew on Li Qing's body, covering him like mold. Then, life grew in the warlord's belly.

The liver sprouted legs, the heart fluttered and soared, the intestines burst out of the body like a long snake, the two lung lobes also stretched out thin and dense limbs, and the brain trembled and began to talk to itself.

Even the powerful stranger suddenly changed in this red mist and turned into a squirming monster.

The red mist surrounded Tang Xiaomeng, but it did not spread further.

The next moment, Qiao Mu felt a gust of wind.

Like a warm spring breeze that brings warmth.

Spring breeze turns into rain.

In an instant, the surging red mist quickly faded away, as if it had been sucked in by a huge storm somewhere.

All the corpses dissipated with the red mist, along with Li Qing, who was no longer human.

The fog cleared.

Qiao Mu heard the sound of gongs and drums.

It seemed to be coming from somewhere else on the street, the sound announcing the end of the red fog.

This strange phenomenon suddenly appeared and then disappeared without any pattern.

Unobservable, unpredictable, and uncontrollable.

It's like a puzzle left by the gods in this world.

The restlessness in Qiao Mu's body calmed down slightly.

He then focused his attention on Tang Xiaomeng.

After all, this is his mission goal.

At this moment, Tang Xiaomeng could no longer be called a human being.

The bloated piece of flesh floated in mid-air, with countless eyes opened and its tentacles waving in all directions, like a jellyfish catching plankton.

alienation.

As Zhou Mingke mentioned before.

When human beings endure pollution and erosion beyond their limits, they will degenerate into monsters. This process is alienation.

At this moment, from the perspective of ordinary people, Tang Xiaomeng may still be just that ordinary woman, but in the eyes of the Chosen One or the Extraordinary who has depth, she has become such an ugly monster.

Qiao Mu didn't know how deep Tang Xiaomeng was now, but he knew that this girl was probably hopeless.

[She is hopeless. After falling into the abyss, she will never see the light of day again unless someone helps her. But who would be so stupid? 】

In the field of vision, crimson words are arranged and combined.

Yes.

Tang Xiaomeng is now in the abyss. If he wants to come up, he can only pull other people.

But except for Qiao Mu, there was no one else here.

"Um?"

Only then did Qiao Mu realize that Xia Yi was still alive.

The play on the stage has come to an end, and the last person alive is monologue, but the physical disability no longer seems to support his recitation, and the voice is intermittent and cannot be heard clearly.

Xia Yi dragged out long blood marks and crawled next to Tang Xiaomeng.

"you are still alive."

Qiao Mu came to his side and squatted down.

[He is already dead. There is no way to save him. Let him die. There is no need to find a doctor. You can leave a suicide note while you are still conscious. Remember to write my name as the heir! 】

Those words flowed out from Xia Yi's blood and were scattered all over the floor.

"listen."

Xia Yi caught Qiao Mu, and his voice was inaudible even in this silent banquet hall.

"Xiaomeng has become the core part of a ritual. This ritual can concentrate the pollution on the core and extract the power within it."

He used his last strength to tell Qiao Mu the secret behind this.

"what you up to?"

Qiao Mu had already seen this man's experiences over the years in the red mist.

He walked in the darkness, shouldered the infamy, and endured misunderstandings, just to deliver the crucial blow to the warlord at the critical moment.

From now on, no one will know what Xia Yi really did.

People will only remember that this was a warlord's imperial literati who sang praises of virtue and confuse right and wrong. At the New Year's banquet, he and the insect-like rulers were corroded by the red mist and died without any body parts.

Is it all worth it?

Xia Yi looked at Qiao Mu and nodded slightly.

"I want to replace Xiaomeng with myself. Then I want to ask you to take her away to a safe place."

The man said softly. At that moment, he didn't look like a dying man, but like a high-spirited young man.

"The price of using my life in exchange for her survival is insignificant."