The Spirit World

Chapter 258: I will think that after all, I don’t know others very well.

"Priest, I don't care what you are afraid of." Bachi looked at the sword blade that was suddenly trembling. He could clearly feel that the sword spirit he could not see was afraid, so while the sword blade was trembling, he glanced at Xun Huangying.

Xun Huangying shrugged, with an expression as if he would let him say whatever he wanted, with a smile on his face.

"This is not the important thing now." Bachi slowly looked at Chang Yufeng again: "I can feel that there is a very powerful force surrounding the Arc Forest."

"The deeper I go into the forest, the more I can feel the reminders from the priests."

What Bachi said was still vague. He didn't say whether the priest was afraid of the upcoming mysterious power or the current Xun Huangying. He couldn't directly see the swordsman that the priest was dependent on, so it was not his fault.

The swordsman stared at Xun Huangying, but Xun Huangying had no interest in the swordsman.

"When the forest fire broke out, I was as old as you are now. My father took me and Old Tom on a mission. On the way back, we encountered the fire."

Butch was too serious to be lying.

What exactly did he want to say? Chang Yufeng was not sure, but he could feel more and more that Bachi was closely related to the fire. There was even a possibility that he had witnessed the huge disaster called the Skyfire.

"I originally thought..."

Bucky's look was quite surprised.

"No one could survive the fire..."

Twelve years ago, a devastating fire devoured everything in Mousse Village. The billowing smoke and dust looked like a huge blooming flower of mist, swirling in the sky with an unknown wind.

"Father...this..." Bachi, who was only twelve years old, stood beside his tall father and stopped the convoy behind him in front of the hill where flames were gushing out.

There was no open flame here, but the heat wave frightened the horses.

"Fortunately, we are on our way back." Bachi's father [Banato] drew the sword from his waist, chanted a spell, turned his hand in front of his eyes, and thrust it into the ground. In just that instant, a green wind swirled over the entire team, like a peacock spreading its tail, forming a green wind barrier to block the rolling hot air waves.

Butch touched his nose and took a breath. The hot air choked his nose and it hurt, but he looked at the unusual fire and smoke in the distance. He wanted to see something new at a glance.

His eyes were bright and the flames in them were growing stronger and stronger, burning his eyes hot.

"Ah, with such a big wildfire, I don't know if the people nearby have evacuated." Old Tom stood beside Banatuo with his hands behind his back and sighed worriedly: "Under the current situation, it is basically impossible to take a detour."

The wildfire was still spreading, and it was difficult to predict where they would get back to the city. Waiting for the wildfire to die out might be the best outcome for a caravan like theirs.

"The Flying Eagles should be here to solve the problem." Banatuoye looked at the billowing smoke and the boiling fire. He seemed to have seen the disappearance of the entire forest, and he showed some sadness: "But, I think even if they come, it will only be a drop in the bucket."

"How can the Eagles solve such a big fire?!" Bachi looked at his father in shock: "Such a big fire! Oh my God."

"Yes, I'm very angry. I know." Banato glanced at his son. Facing such a surprised and astonished Bachi, his face was not very good: "Men encounter many things. They don't show their happiness on their faces, nor do they show their anger on their faces."

He looked at the flame again with a calm expression. Butch didn't quite understand what his father meant. He just felt that his father was preaching to him. The muscles on his face suddenly pulled down, and his whole young face became extremely solemn.

He was no longer surprised by the fire and became depressed.

But when his gaze turned towards the flame again without any intention, a blue and white light sharply pierced his eyes.

"Ah!" He covered his left eye and fell to the ground with a cry of pain. The sword at his waist also fell to the ground with a thud.

"Ah... it hurts!"

"It hurts!"

Bachi touched his left eye with regret, as if it was the same.

"I didn't know that place was Mousse Village. I didn't know that all the people in that village were burned to death. I haven't seen...death... To be honest, it wasn't until my father died that I realized that I was only a hair's breadth away from death."

He took his hand away from his eyes, and the hot blood covered his palm. Tears mixed with the red sticky liquid dripped quickly like clay falling to the ground, and the sound of "pa pa pa" gradually echoed from the tinnitus to his brain.

"What? Can you hear me? Butch! Butch!"

Tears were boiling in his other eye. In the blurred light of the fire, his father's always calm face suddenly appeared before his eyes, but his anxious voice was not as calm as his face.

Or maybe time was like a scimitar that carved deep marks on my father's face, making even his expression become extremely small.

He was wondering when his father would look him in the face, or when he would kneel down and look him straight in the face. It was a rare sight.

But suddenly, the sound of an explosion roared into his ears.

Along with the tinnitus, everything in front of his eyes began to panic, with broken branches and burning trees carrying green new leaves fluttering in the sky above the barrier set up by his father!

A black shadow!

Rising into the sky from the flames!

A terrifying blue-white light followed closely behind.

This is a pursuit of glory! But it is also fleeting and silent!
boom--

The lights collided with each other, exploding the swirling smoke and dust in the sky, just like a black tornado being pierced by the sharp sword of sunlight, cutting it all off in one go, chaos and rebirth facing each other!

A scarlet flame!

Fiery anger!

Suddenly rushed into the clouds in the sky!

The blue ultimate light bombarded the entire earth like the sun!

Collapse, flying, explosion!

They all flashed in his only eye at an extremely fast speed.

"Twelve years ago, I saw two things that I should never have seen in my life, and they took away the light in my eyes."

Bachi looked at Chang Yufeng. Although Chang Yufeng didn't understand what was going on and was confused by what he heard, his appearance couldn't lie.

That look seemed to say.

What I saw...

It's you!
At this time, Lin'er took a step forward and came to Chang Yufeng's side. Bachi's eyes were extremely solemn and angry but helpless, and then turned into a ferocious look with a look of relief.

"That fire...took away my father. And old Tom's son."

His statements were odd, as if Old Tom's son was more important than his father.

"It's actually hard for me to imagine what kind of person could do something so incredible. So powerful..."

"So violent!"

"That's so cruel!"

He seemed to be talking about someone else, but he was always looking at Chang Yufeng, as if he was always saying these angry words to Chang Yufeng who was confused.

"When I knew... ahem..."

Butch turned his gaze towards the bonfire, and a brilliant icy blue flower slowly fell into the bonfire, slowly settling among the scarlet wood and purple fire core.

It still spins and blooms!
"She's coming!" Lin'er said suddenly.

Chang Yufeng turned his head towards her.

Who? He? Who? Who is here? Does everyone know about Lan Luo's existence? If it was Lin'er, how could she think it was Lan Luo...

No no no...

Chang Yufeng has been in a confused state. He doesn't know why Bachi said so much, nor does he know what the current situation is.

What exactly do you want to express, Bachi? Are you just chatting or sharing your life experiences?
Old Tom's son...

Old Tom's apprentice.

In the skyfire, the only one left is the Son of Disaster...

Why……

What the hell are you talking about?!

"Little girl, not bad. I guess you are also someone I cannot understand." Bachi stood up suddenly and pulled out the priest. He seemed to come back to his senses from his lost mood and regained his usual leisurely and confident self.

He held the sword in his hand and did not sheath it.

Chang Yufeng also stood up immediately and glanced at Bachi. Bachi held the sword to his waist with both hands and glanced at Lin'er. Lin'er drew the sword as fast as a taut string.

They were already waiting for the enemy to appear.

Chang Yufeng also vaguely knew what they were waiting for, but until "that person" appeared, he could not prove his guess.

Everything seems to need to be re-organized.

No no no...

Now what does that mean...

Lin'er, Bachi, Lanluo, Xunhuangying...

They all seemed to know that they would have to fight here...

Leaving him alone, a guy who is kept in the dark.

The cold blue flowers finally appeared slowly in the sky and then slowly landed on people's heads.

There were so many people around the campfire, and they were all amazed by the beauty of the blue flower. The flower was so beautiful that it was hard to take your eyes off it.

The cold blue is filled with infinite reverie and pain. The silky texture of the flowers shines in the transparent ice crystals like blue blood. The spinning bouquet of ice flowers mercilessly twists the spinning heart together.

Deep yet natural.

"I believe you must be confused now, but please believe me, I won't think of harming you."

The veins on Butch's hands bulged, and he gritted his teeth as he watched everyone around the campfire admire the beautiful blue bouquet.

They either held it in their palms or raised it in the air, their faces full of smiles among the pure flowers.

But his terrifying intentions were already evident in his words.

He knew what that was!
That is!

Devil's Bouquet!
Chang Yufeng also remembered something clearly. When he saw the ice-blue flower falling from the sky, a horrifying picture suddenly appeared in his mind.

dead!
they!

Everyone will die!
Do not!
Do not!
"Run! Don't touch those flowers!"

Chang Yufeng screamed loudly, and out of instinct of fear, he almost staggered and ran.

His voice was so clear that it took a lot of effort to shout out loud, causing him to become hoarse after the first shout!

“Run! Run!!”

He started running, and by the time everyone gathered around, he had already shouted three times!
"This flower is dangerous! Run!"

Chang Yufeng no longer knew how these bouquets of flowers could take other people's lives, but he knew that the image that just flashed through his mind could not be false!
That’s what really happened!

The horrific deaths of those people are still vivid in my mind, with blood all over the place.

But the more he shouted, the more he realized that everyone was just looking at him. His running turned into walking surrounded by confused and suspicious gazes. He suddenly stood up and glanced at where Lin'er and Bucky were. They were looking at him with extremely innocent and incomprehensible eyes.

They are right, it is futile.

"What's wrong, little brother?"

Just as Chang Yufeng was surprised at Lin'er and Bachi's confusion, a head of scarlet hair with a sweet milky scent appeared in front of him.

"Why do we have to run away?"

It's that one! The Giorgos dancer.

She was extremely beautiful, but she could only look at him in confusion.

But what could Chang Yufeng say? He was also confused. He could assume that Bachi had been reminded by the ritualists that the murderer who killed his father twelve years ago would appear here...

For the time being, he could assume that Lin'er must be able to sense, just like Xun Huangying, that the demon named the First Great Demon King was in the Arclight Forest and was now slowly walking towards here!

For the time being, he could assume that Xun Huangying had always known it, but just didn't tell him!
For the time being, he thought that he was not that incompetent.

"Xun Huangying!" Chang Yufeng shouted loudly.

He did not answer the dancer, but looked over his shoulder in horror, searching for the shadow, as if it had never appeared over his shoulder!
Disappeared.

Damn it, Lamb!
Where did he go?!

“Xun Huangying!!!” He wanted to tell Xun Huangying that Lan Luo was coming! Everyone! No one was Lan Luo’s opponent!

They will all die here!

He shouted left and right, and even the dancer was confused. She didn't know what the boy was shouting. The strong man with red hair next to him cast a helpless look at the dancer.

The dancer responded helplessly, but when she turned around, Chang Yufeng had already disappeared from her sight.

Looking more carefully, I saw a young man in black with long blond hair running among the ice-blue bouquets. He was terrified and called out a name that no one had ever heard before.

"Searching for the shadow of the wilderness! Searching for the shadow of the wilderness!"

"Where are you?!"

Chang Yufeng was terrified. What should he do... He would watch... everyone die here! Including himself!

A powerless guy...!
He was not afraid because of fear of death, but the feeling of powerlessness was about to come over him again, hitting his brain directly and making him very dizzy!

His fear crept up to his head, making his hair stand on end.

"Brother Yufeng!" Lin'er gave up drawing the sword, put it into the scabbard, and ran towards Chang Yufeng.

Bachi frowned, looking at the dark blue ice flowers still falling from the sky, as if the blood in his left eye began to rush again.

"Father, the hatred is so deep..." He gritted his teeth and shouted loudly at Chang Yufeng.

Chang Yufeng didn't know what he was afraid of. Maybe he was really afraid that someone would die in front of him... again and again...

Innocent people died.

The bonfire built by the people of Giorgos was boiling hot, and bunches of beautiful ice flowers dotted on it, like heavenly flowers that could reflect the brilliant colors of the starry sky, descending into the world.

It is so beautiful.

Everyone was looking at the wonders around them in disbelief. Above the entire Crescent Moon Lake, snowflakes were falling, like night elves bringing coldness with them as autumn was approaching.

They are crystal clear and spinning in vain.

(End of this chapter)