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Chapter 71 071. Continue to Play Music, Continue to Dance!
"Red mist?"

Li Qing looked at the red mist that kept creeping in, and fixed his eyes on Qiao Mu.

That person was completely unaffected by the red mist?

Even if Li Qing had enough confidence in his own strength, he didn't dare to rush into the red mist rashly. He knew that although the red mist contained powerful power, endless treasures, and countless knowledge, it was also the same. Full of pollution and crisis.

Ordinary people can only stay in the red mist for a few seconds before being irreversibly corroded.

Ordinary strangers can last for a few minutes, but they will also leave indelible trauma.

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 sees it.

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

The suona in his hand was wriggling like a restless snake. Beside him, those rotten, festering, fragmented corpses were playing the instruments in his hand, like a grand carnival queue.

"Then play music, then dance!"

Qiao Mu waved his hands excitedly. He saw the corpses all over the floor in the huge banquet hall at a glance, he saw Li Qing standing in the center of the hall, he saw the actors who were performing hard and giving up their lives, and he saw the corpses lying 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 goal of the mission is to rescue Tang Xiaomeng. As long as he is alive, it shouldn't matter if it's a lump of meat?"

he thought.

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

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

Those words that were more red than blood came out of Tang Xiaomeng's body.

Qiao Mu took steps towards 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 Qiao Mu's identity is, he has to stop Qiao Mu from completing this ceremony, otherwise he will be severely punished. 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 simply losing strength, but the arm has its own will, and it doesn't want to obey Li Qing's commands.

In an instant, Li Qing's body grew countless fine and dense white fluff, covering him like mold, and then, life grew in the belly of this warlord.

The liver grew 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 continue to spread.

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 turbulent red mist faded away quickly, as if it was sucked in by a giant storm somewhere.

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

The fog dissipated.

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 weird phenomenon suddenly appeared and then disappeared suddenly, without any regularity.

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.

So he 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 that ordinary woman, but in the eyes of the God's Chosen or 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 the girl was probably hopeless.

【She is hopeless. After falling into the abyss, she will never see the light of day again, unless someone pulls 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, and if he wants to rise up, he has to pull other people.

But there was no one else here except Qiao Mu.

"Ok?"

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 bloodstains and crawled to Tang Xiaomeng's side.

"you are still alive."

Qiao Mu came to his side and squatted down.

【He's near the end of his life, there's no way to save him, let's die, there's no need to find a doctor, he can leave a suicide note while he's still conscious, remember to write my name on the heir! 】

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

"listen."

Xia Yi grabbed Qiao Mu, his voice was unrecognizable 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 do you want to do?"

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

He walked in the dark, bearing infamy, and enduring misunderstandings, just to give that warlord a critical blow at a critical moment.

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

People will only remember that he 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'm going to replace Xiaomeng with myself. Then I want you to take her away and take her 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.

"Using my life in exchange for her survival is an insignificant price."

(End of this chapter)