Fast-passing sick and tender male god Shura field

Chapter 115 When the Koi Enters the Horror Game (End of 18)
"Qinglong of the South China Sea, you have made rain without authorization, violated the rules of heaven, and refused to change after repeated admonitions. Now I will give you nine thunderbolts to disperse mana and keep it in the world for nine years. Are you convinced?"

A divine golden light suddenly appeared in the dark cloud-covered sky.

A majestic voice broke through the clouds.

The solemn and steady voice like an ancient bell made people's hearts tremble, and they instinctively lowered their heads and surrendered, trembling all over.

As soon as Nan Xianfu opened his eyes, a burst of dazzling white light tore through the sky and whipped towards her.

In an instant, the skin was ripped apart, blood was dripping, and the painful dragon chant caused the surrounding trees to sway, sand and rocks to fly.

The vicious villagers were shaken far away, and the ground was in a mess.

"Booming", the thunder drum in the sky was beating heavily, and the sound of thunder seemed to burst people's eardrums.

If Nanxian hadn't lost the protective scales, it would not be impossible for him to bear the nine thunders.

But now she is like a newly born defenseless cub, without magic power, unable to cast a protective barrier, without dragon scales, and without a protective garment.

The three thunderbolts had blasted her to pieces, and the dragon scales and dragon meat flew to the ground like crumbs.

But the thunder continued, hitting Qinglong fiercely and mercilessly.

The villagers fled from the center of the lightning storm one after another. They had never seen such a thick lightning, which seemed to be a white whip formed by twisting a hundred hemp ropes, and it fell with a bang.

It's frightening.

Huge thunder roared, as if the whole earth was trembling.

Zhang Mengqi counted, this is the eighth tribulation thunder.

And one last one.

Qinglong passed out from the pain, and would wake up in pain from the next lightning strike.

Send out a mournful, desperate and painful dragon cry.

The villagers were right in saying that immortals would not die. Even if their bodies were destroyed, as long as their souls were not wiped out, they would still be alive.

But that doesn't mean they won't hurt.

Even, their pain sense is more sensitive than that of humans, and the pain they endure is often hundreds of times that of humans.

The last tribulation thunder continued to distort and expand in the dark sky.

Like countless yogurt twists twisted together, at a glance, five grown men may not be able to hug them together. This thunder and lightning is several times thicker than a century-old tree.

If it was chopped on a human body, I'm afraid there would be no bones or scum left!

"Boom-long-long-long-"

A huge thunderbolt was about to fall, and the villagers ran away in panic.

Zhang Mengqi was so frightened that her whole body became stiff. Watching the dazzling white light descending from the sky at an extremely fast speed, her heart stopped suddenly. She didn't make any more struggles to survive, and closed her eyes in despair.

everything is over.

boom!
The thunder rolled down more ferociously than the flood beasts, and the world was shaken. The huge white light instantly illuminated the village in every detail like a flash bomb.

Everyone was so blinded by the light that they couldn't open their eyes.

No one saw it, but at the last moment when the tribulation thunder fell, the young man rushed over with his head bleeding, hugged Xiao Qinglong's neck tightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, I couldn't save you."

The young man's hoarse and painful voice gradually dissipated the black energy around Xiao Qinglong's body, and when the last thunderbolt struck, one dragon and one young man were instantly reduced to dust.

A week later.

There was a knock on the door of 305 male dormitory of Sichuan University.

The boy who was playing the game put down the mouse impatiently, walked over to open the door: "Who is it?"

Standing outside was a girl in a plaid dress.

The boy blushed in an instant, and his tone changed at the eighteenth bend of the mountain road: "That... miss, did you go to the wrong dormitory?"

They are men's dorms! ! !

The girl brushed her hair by her ears, and said with a smile: "No, I'm here to find Duan Youli, may I ask if he lives in this dormitory?"

The boy showed a clear look on his face, and sighed in disappointment. Every time a girl strikes up a conversation with him, it is probably because of that kid Duan Youli.

"Duan Zai went down to print something, it may take a while to come back, you see?"

The girl smiled: "Then can you give me his contact information?"

"Okay," the boy pulled out the phone.

"Thank you."

The girl walked out of the male dormitory building and was about to make a call, but saw a tall and familiar figure, and she hurried over: "Duan Youli?"

The young man held a stack of documents in his hand, and raised his eyes slightly surprised when he heard the sound: "Zhang Mengqi."

Everyone in the game has their original appearance, and they can be recognized immediately.

Zhang Mengqi smiled, relieved: "It's good that you're fine.

I thought we couldn't get out.

do you know?Kong Yifan died. In the real world, he died of cardiac arrest. They all thought he had a sudden myocardial infarction, but I knew it wasn't.

There was also that bald man, she was the boss of Tengcheng Catering and had several starlets as mistresses, he also died, the same cause of death, cardiac arrest. "

Zhang Mengqi observed the boy's expression.

Duan Youli's expression was very flat, he said calmly: "Except for us, they are all dead."

"My parents found me a well-known psychiatrist, if you need, I..."

Before she finished speaking, the boy interrupted with indifferent eyes: "I don't need it!"

Zhang Mengqi was dumbfounded, her eyes fell on her father's game information about Hori Village, she was silent for a long time, then she sighed softly and said, "Then take care."

Duan Youli hummed.

"Anyway, thank you. If you need a psychiatrist someday, you can call me anytime, and I will recommend the best one for you." Zhang Mengqi called and said, "This is my phone number."

Duan Youli sat on the playground, folded his arms and buried his head.

In my mind is Xiao Qinglong's voice and smile, lingering and unforgettable.

These days, he has collected information about the horror game "Horror Village" everywhere, but found nothing. This game seems to have appeared out of thin air, and then disappeared out of thin air.

Except for him and Zhang Mengqi, everyone said they had never heard of the game "Terrorist Village".

Occasionally, he found a game with the homonym "Fear Village" on the game forum, and he clicked in excitedly, but it was not the same game at all, and he quit disappointed.

He was probably really sick, and he repeatedly dreamed of the moment when the thunder struck down.

Repeatedly dreamed that Xiaoqinglong smiled innocently and put his head closer and said, "Do you want to touch my horn?"

Before Zhang Mengqi moved abroad with her parents, she went to Sichuan University again.

But he didn't see Duan Youli.

She didn't even want to call him, and finally learned from his counselor that he went to work in Nanhai before he finished his sophomore year. After working for half a year, he heard that he fell into the sea accidentally, and his body was never found.

The Duan family cried bitterly, and Duan's mother found a suicide note while cleaning up her son's house.

The young man's suicide note only wrote a few short lines. In the front, he explained his passbook password and amount, and in the last paragraph, it read: The Abyss of the South China Sea.

Ten years later, it was gray and rainy.

Zhang Mengqi said to the bodyguard holding the black umbrella, "You wait for me here."

(End of this chapter)