At 12:30 pm, the night sky of Bianjing seemed to be torn apart by an invisible devil's hand, and thick scarlet quietly seeped out, gradually saturating the entire sky. Lin Feng leaned against the arrow crenel of the tower, looking solemnly at the sky. The bright full moon, which originally emitted a soft and clear light, now seemed to be bitten through the heart by a ferocious beast. The blood-red halo gushed out and flowed wantonly, as if it was going to drag everything in the world into an endless dark abyss. Under the city wall, on Zhuque Street, the sound of the clapper in the hands of the night watchman suddenly stopped like a kite with a broken string, and then, one after another, heart-wrenching screams instantly drowned the silence like a surging tide.
"Look up at the sky!" A new soldier seemed to have seen the most horrifying scene in the world. The spear in his hand fell with a clang and hit the cold ground. He pointed at the night sky with a trembling finger. He huddled into a ball, his face full of fear and despair, as if he was fixed in place and unable to move. The light from the blood moon was like thick cinnabar, dripping slowly like tears along the arc of the eaves. In the blink of an eye, it dyed the originally blue-gray brick and stone street into a shocking dark red, as if it had just experienced an extremely tragic massacre. The fragments of the Qingming mirror in Lin Feng's arms seemed to be awakened by some evil power and suddenly became hot. The heat still clearly burned his skin through layers of clothes. Looking closely, dense black gas was seeping out from the cracks on the mirror. The black gas seemed to have life, slowly wriggling in the dim light, just like the winding and twisting blood vessels in the human body.
At this moment, a sharp sound of porcelain breaking came from the corner of the street, which was particularly harsh in this dead and chaotic atmosphere. Lin Feng narrowed his eyes and looked carefully. He saw that the usually kind-hearted pancake seller Wang was now holding his neck tightly with both hands, his nails deeply embedded in his flesh, and the bright red blood kept flowing out from his fingers, dripping drop by drop on the snow-white dough, instantly soaking up dazzling blood flowers. Wang's turbid eyes turned to the tower without warning, his bloodshot eyes bulged, and then he grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, just like an angry beast. Then, from the depths of his throat, a creepy inhuman roar came out. Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, his skin shrank rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if all the moisture had been drained out. His limbs began to twist, gradually forming strange angles, and his nails grew wildly to more than half a foot long, turning into extremely sharp bone claws that flashed coldly under the reflection of the blood moon.
"It's the Bone Claw Rakshasa!" Seeing this, the veteran Li San shouted loudly, holding up the rusty long sword that had been with him for many years, and rushed towards the Bone Claw Rakshasa without hesitation. However, when the blade touched the monster, there was a crisp sound of "click", and the edge of the long sword actually broke into countless gaps, as if it had been cut on a hard rock. The Bone Claw Rakshasa was enraged by this blow and let out a sharp and piercing scream, which seemed to penetrate a person's soul and make the blood in the body coagulate. Then, it waved its sickle-like bone claws and slashed across Li San's chest at lightning speed. In an instant, dark red blood mist suddenly bloomed in the air, and Li San's body flew backwards like a puppet with its strings cut, and fell heavily to the ground, his life or death unknown. The people around were already frightened to death, screaming in fear and running away like headless flies. But the strange thing was that, under the cover of the strange light of the blood moon, more people seemed to be cast under a spell of immobilization, standing still in place, their skin gradually turned blue-gray, their eyes slowly turned white, and then, like puppets controlled by invisible threads, they mechanically moved slowly towards the Bone Claw Rakshasa.
Seeing this tragic scene, Lin Feng was extremely anxious. He tightly grasped the fragment of Qingming Mirror and jumped off the city wall without hesitation. The blue light on the fragment and the red light of the blood moon collided violently in the air, causing circles of visible ripples, as if the space was distorted. At this critical moment, Lin Feng's mind suddenly emerged with the scenes that had appeared in the fragment of Qingming Mirror. Those ancient and mysterious talismans passed through his thoughts like meteors. He didn't have time to think about it, and quickly bit his fingertips and drew an ancient and complex mark on his palm. When his palm with this mark touched the forehead of the bone claw Rakshasa, the monster let out a shrill scream, and the black air wrapped around his body was continuously sucked into the fragment of Qingming Mirror as if being pulled by a powerful suction force. As the black air dissipated, the withered face of Old Man Wang gradually appeared.
"I'm sorry." Lin Feng looked at the familiar face in front of him, his heart full of guilt and reluctance, and whispered in a low voice. As soon as the voice fell, the blue light on the fragments of the Qingming Mirror suddenly surged, blinding people. In this dazzling light, the figure of Old Man Wang gradually dissipated like mist, and finally disappeared without a trace. However, before Lin Feng could catch his breath, more mutants eroded by the power of the blood moon quickly surrounded him from all directions like a tide. Among this group of crazy mutants, a monster that looked like a child caught Lin Feng's attention. The child was still wearing the oily tiger-head shoes, but the originally innocent and cute little face now only had two black eye sockets, which looked particularly gloomy and terrifying, and from his mouth, several wet and wriggling tentacles stretched out, shining with a sickening cold light under the reflection of the blood moon.
"Sir, help me." At this moment, a weak cry for help, like a candle in the wind, came from the city wall. Lin Feng looked up hurriedly and saw a little girl trapped on the window frame on the second floor. Her hands were tightly grasping the window sill, her eyes were full of fear and despair, and tears kept flowing. Below her, several faceless zombies were climbing up along the eaves like ghosts. Their bodies were stiff and twisted, and every step they took made a creepy "creaking" sound. Seeing this, Lin Feng did not hesitate to protect the fragments of the Qingming Mirror in front of his chest, and his feet took advantage of the blood marks on the wall, rushing up like a black lightning. However, just when he was about to catch the little girl, suddenly, a strong wind came from behind him. He instinctively dodged sideways, but he was still a step slower. A sharp claw scratched his shoulder, and in an instant, blood gushed out like a fountain. The severe pain made his body tremble violently, and the movement of his hands almost stopped.
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The smell of blood filled the air, as if it was a signal to ignite madness, stimulating the mutants to become even more crazy. Lin Feng endured the severe pain in his shoulder, quickly protected the little girl tightly in his arms, and then stabbed the fragment of the Qingming Mirror into the chest of the monster behind him. As a dazzling blue light flashed, the monster let out an unwilling roar, and instantly turned into a pile of flying ash and dissipated in the air. However, this attack also caused the fragment of the Qingming Mirror to be severely damaged. The cracks on the surface of the fragment expanded a little more, spreading around like a spider web, and in this deadly atmosphere, the sound of fine cracking from the inside of the fragment could be vaguely heard, as if foreshadowing an impending disaster.
"Master Lin! The South Gate has been lost!" The deputy general rushed over in a bloody mess. The once majestic spear in his hand was now only half a spear shaft, and the spear was covered with blood and broken meat. His face was full of fatigue and anxiety, and his voice was trembling, "Those monsters. They can speak human language! They are shouting." Before he finished speaking, a sinister and chilling laugh suddenly came from all directions, as if countless ghosts hidden in the darkness were laughing at the miserable situation in the world. At the same time, the light of the blood moon hanging high in the sky suddenly became stronger, and the blood-like halo seemed to completely swallow up the entire Bianjing.
"You can't save them." A familiar and cold voice suddenly sounded above Lin Feng's head. Lin Feng looked up suddenly, and saw Lin Wanqiu wearing a blood-red dress that rustled. She was barefoot, stepping lightly on the halo of the blood moon, like a demon from the abyss of hell. The dragon horn on her forehead emitted a faint blue light, which intertwined with the red light of the blood moon, adding a bit of weirdness. Her eyes calmly reflected the chaotic and bloody tragedy below, but the corners of her mouth raised a mocking sneer, as if she was mocking Lin Feng's overestimation of his own abilities, "The power of the Qingming Mirror is ruthlessly devouring your vitality, you are just making a meaningless struggle."
Lin Feng endured the pain and fatigue in his body, gritted his teeth, and stood up straight. The fragment of the Qingming Mirror in his hand once again shone with dazzling blue light. Although the light was bright, it was faintly weak. "Even if I have to spend my life, I will defend Bianjing and protect the people in this city!" He shouted, raised his hand and shot out a ray of light with firm belief, rushing towards Lin Wanqiu. However, this ray of light was like a breeze blowing across the lake in front of Lin Wanqiu, and she easily dissolved it into nothingness. Seeing this, Lin Wanqiu shook her head gently and tapped her fingertips. In an instant, countless green runes appeared in the air. Those runes flashed with mysterious light, intertwined with the red light of the blood moon, forming a strange and mysterious pattern, as if telling a long-forgotten curse.
"Stubborn." Lin Wanqiu's voice was as cold as frost, as if it could freeze all the warmth in the world. "A hundred years ago, they also made such a solemn vow, but what was the result?" As her voice fell, the blood moon hanging high behind her suddenly trembled violently, like a heart about to explode. Then, the earth began to tremble violently, and more mutants broke out from the ground. Those mutants had different shapes and were hideous and terrifying. Some of them were wearing the armor of the Jin army, exuding a strong smell of blood and death. Seeing this scene, Lin Feng finally understood what the deputy general had not finished saying - those monsters were shouting the word "revenge". It turned out that behind all this was a grudge and revenge that spanned a hundred years.
Under the city wall, a woman in a tattered skirt slowly raised her head amidst the chaos and blood. Lin Feng's pupils suddenly shrank, because he recognized that this woman was the little girl he had seen in the fragments of the Qingming Mirror, who had played and laughed with Lin Wanqiu in the peach forest. However, at this moment, her face was covered with dense cracks, like broken porcelain, and a long, slender snake-like tongue stretched out of her mouth, flashing a strange light under the reflection of the blood moon. But surprisingly, in her cloudy eyes, there was still a faint trace of clarity. She looked at Lin Feng, her lips trembling slightly, and uttered two words with difficulty: "Save me."
Hearing this cry for help, Lin Feng's footsteps moved forward uncontrollably. He had only one thought in his mind, which was to save this life that was once vibrant but now trapped in pain and despair. However, before he took a few steps, he was stopped by Lin Wanqiu. A cold green light instantly condensed in Lin Wanqiu's hand. The green light was like a sharp dagger, pressing directly against Lin Feng's throat. "If you insist on taking action, you will definitely die." Her voice was cold and firm, leaving no room for negotiation.
However, Lin Feng seemed not to have heard her warning, and suddenly pressed the fragment of the Qingming Mirror hard against his chest. In an instant, the blue light on the fragment spread rapidly along his blood vessels like a surging tide, and in the blink of an eye, a layer of light shield emitting faint light was formed on his body surface. He used all his strength to push Lin Wanqiu away and rushed towards the woman.
"Idiot!" Lin Wanqiu looked at Lin Feng's resolute back and couldn't help but scolded him in a low voice. Under her gaze, Lin Feng's palm finally touched the woman's forehead. At this moment, the fragments of the Qingming Mirror made a harsh buzzing sound, which seemed to penetrate the soul and make people feel heartbroken. The cracks on the fragments spread rapidly like a spider web, and almost in the blink of an eye, they penetrated the entire mirror. At the same time, the woman's body began to emit a faint light, which seemed so weak under the reflection of the blood moon, but so firm. In this light, Lin Feng seemed to see the picturesque peach forest a hundred years ago, and saw Lin Wanqiu's gentle and bright smile. That smile and Lin Wanqiu's icy face at this moment kept overlapping and intertwining in front of his eyes. Suddenly, a sharp pain came from his heart, like a sharp blade, piercing his heart fiercely. His eyes went black, and his body fell heavily in a pool of blood like a kite with a broken string.
The blood moon was still hanging high in the sky, shedding blood-red light, and the whole of Bianjing fell into an abyss of madness and despair. Before Lin Feng fainted, he seemed to hear Lin Wanqiu's faint sigh: "Is this your choice." Then, the endless darkness completely submerged him like a tide. And the fragment of the Qingming Mirror was lying quietly beside his hand at this moment. On the mirror surface, the cracks crisscrossed, as if silently telling this thrilling disaster and the sadness of being ruthlessly teased by fate.
