Chapter 52: When the peach blossoms bloom, the blood is thick

Chapter 52: When the peach blossoms bloom, the blood is thick

Chapter 52: When the peach blossoms bloom, the blood is thick
"Someone! Someone!"

"Doctor! Alchemist!"

"Come on everyone!"

"..."

Suddenly, a series of shouts were heard in the rain.

problem occurs!
Everyone put down their work, Yunqi also stopped practicing sword, and rushed over to the direction where the voice came from.

Through the shadows of the trees and the rain, they could vaguely see a group of people rushing in from the south, and everyone's heart sank!
Those people were rolling and crawling, their bodies were covered in blood, and some of them were carrying people on their backs.

There were two mounts running in front, both the size of buffaloes. Yunqi recognized them. One was a tiger named Huangying, and the other was a blue wolf named Baiwei. Their owners lived in the market all year round. But now the wounds on the two mounts were so deep that the bones could be seen, as if all the blood had been drained. No one was riding on them at the moment. There were many people tied up on their backs with ropes. It looked like, like a pile of corpses...

Besides, there were more than just these people who went out five days ago. What about Tiger? That was a big mountain python...

Yunqi had just been practicing sword skills downstream of the river, but now he used his footwork and was already at the front of the crowd that was coming to greet him.

"Master Cheng!"

Some people saw the clouds and the people coming to pick them up, and they immediately breathed a sigh of relief and fell to the ground. This seemed to be a signal. These people lost their strength one after another, including the two mounts, which also fell to the ground. The people on their backs did not know whether they were dead or alive, and scattered all over the place.

"Take them away quickly. I'll go see if there are any pursuers!"

Yunqi, who was running in the front, shouted loudly, stepped over the wounded soldiers and corpses on the ground and continued to move forward. Needless to say, Bai Gouer ran parallel to Yunqi with his ears erect, one on the left and one on the right, looking towards the direction where the group of people came from.

As he ran, Yunqi kicked his feet and jumped four or five feet high. The "dragon chariot" appeared under Yunqi's feet. He rose into the air and searched around.

After scouting out for twenty or thirty miles, he didn't see any pursuers. Yunqi knew that if those people were not sure that they had shaken off the pursuers, they would definitely not return to the market. He was just taking precautionary measures.

Don't worry about the bloodstains on the ground. With such heavy rain, they will disappear soon.

The white dog on the ground also barked a few times, indicating that there were no enemies, and then reminded Yunqi that he had discovered something.

Yunqi went down to take a look and saw that the people in the market were running too fast and some of them had lost their shoes and armor. He picked up these things and called the dog to go back to the market.

We rushed to the largest hut or tent in the market. It was built with wood and straw mats connected to the crowns of more than a dozen trees to form a huge roof.

The big tent was filled with the smell of blood and medicine. There was a row of people lying on the ground. Yunqi knew that they were dead, but he didn't expect that there were so many people. A quick look showed that there were more than 20 people! And there were only about 100 people living in Qilihefang!

With just this glance, Yunqi suddenly stopped and stared at a person on the ground.

This is a young man with thick red hair. The red hair should have been messy and frizzy like a messy bird's nest, but at this moment, because of the rain, it was sticky and stuck to the young man's face.

"Brother Lang..."

It was Hu Jinliu!
This young man who received the cloud energy in the heavy snow turned out to be a cold corpse lying here!

The clouds were somewhat unbelievable.

Ever since he heard from somewhere that Yunqi was setting up a stall in Qilihefang to break the fast, this young man would always come to find Yunqi after returning from the front line. He stayed in Qilihefang longer than in Xijiangfang where he was assigned. He knew that Yunqi liked to collect gold ore, so he would always bring these small things to him when he seized them at the front line.

He talked too much, and every time he came, he would talk about the frontline, and Yunqi would listen with a smile. And every time he left, Yunqi would always give him some talisman paper or talisman arrows.

But now, this fiery young man was lying on the cold ground.

"This time, it's not just people from our neighborhood who are trapped. People from every family, village, and neighborhood are trapped. They all fled together, but when they broke out, they scattered and formed random teams."

A few of the injured were still able to speak. Seeing Yunqi standing in front of Hu Jinliu's body, they explained. "Where is Uncle Langshan?"

Yunqi asked in a low voice.

The man shook his head. "He was injured and followed another team in the chaos. I don't know if he made it out."

"How could it be like this?"

Yunqi asked again.

The man looked around the tent and saw that most people were there, so he started to speak.

"It's in Rotten Peach Mountain, cough cough!"

The man's internal organs were injured and his speech was intermittent. He looked at the clouds and knew that he was an outsider, so he explained a little bit.
"The peach blossoms are about to bloom. The peach blossom miasma of Rotten Peach Mountain is the best stuff. Both our Hongmu Ridge and their Baiman Mountain have the secret method of refining miasma. However, although the peach blossom miasma of Rotten Peach Mountain is good, the peach mud miasma there is extremely poisonous. We in the first realm dare not even smell it, and even the advanced cultivators in the second realm dare not touch it casually.

"There is only the west valley entrance of the mountain, where the Peach Blossom River passes. The running water and the river wind have diluted the peach mud miasma there. It is also the only place where we can collect peach mud miasma. Every year, our two families will fight for the position to collect miasma. And this year we encountered a war, so it is naturally more tragic, cough cough!"

"But Cai Mia has been fighting for the throne for so many years, and there are already rules. If you can't win the fight, just give up. How could so many people die, and why would they flee like this?"

Someone asked, and it was the one-armed man who had just commented on the Yunqi Sword Technique. He majored in weapons and was not good at the art of refining miasma, so he did not go to Rotten Peach Mountain.

“There are too many variables!”

That man was a strong man, but he shed tears at this moment.

“It never rained this hard in the spring!
"The rain fell in the mountains, triggering flash floods that turned up the peach mud under the ground. The flash floods mixed with peach mud rushed out from the mouth of the valley, bringing out peach mud miasma! The peach mud miasma was suppressed by the rain and its power was greatly reduced, but it was still highly poisonous. All of us suffered. Some went blind, some fainted, and some vomited and coughed up their lungs. Cough cough, some were right in front of the low-lying area at the mouth of the valley and died on the spot!"

"What about these sword wounds?"

Someone pointed at the scars on their bodies and asked.

The eyes of those who escaped suddenly turned red.
"They are from Xishu! We don't know when they came. When the peach mud miasma rushed out, we immediately wanted to escape. We and the people in Baiman Mountain all know how powerful the peach mud miasma is, so no one would fight at this time.

"But at this time, a group of Taoists broke in. They were not from Miaojiang or Nanhuang. You could tell from their clothes that they were from Xishu. They went straight to Baiman Mountain and killed them. The people from Baiman Mountain responded hastily and cursed us Miao people for ambushing them. Our ancestors had agreed that if the miasma leaked out during the miasma collection, we had to avoid the battle and run for our lives. They cursed us Miao people for breaking the rules of our ancestors.

"Of course we have to persuade the Xishu gang to stop killing, and also tell them to escape quickly before the miasma completely dissipates, and not to lose their lives in a moment of pleasure. But those lunatics said that we are colluding with the Demon Sect, and they want to kill us too!"

"Mad! Bastard!"

The horses in the tent immediately started to curse loudly, and Yunqi narrowed his eyes with a cold look in his eyes.

"How many people did they have to kill both of you like this?"

Someone asked again immediately.

The man shook his head in pain.

"Not many people came, but the leader was a woman. She controlled a scarlet flying sword. I don't know what kind of treasure that sword is. Even the miasma dared not approach it. She was not affected at all in the miasma. She used this flying sword to slaughter us like chopping melons and vegetables."

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