Celestial Masters Alliance

The black robe finally spoke, and his voice seemed to come from hell, with ice thorns, piercing the eardrums and the heart at the same time, making people couldn't help but tremble: "The two of them are not blessed by the meditation spell, but they I have been exposed to the Meditation Spell, so I don't have enough energy. Let's go into the mountains quickly!" After that, he turned and left.

His departure took away the cold, and the falling snowflakes instantly turned into raindrops that continued to moisturize the metal altar. The clothes that were frozen into armor on my body also softened instantly. While not bringing me any warmth, it made me feel like I had fallen into an ice cellar.

Duan Lingchao glanced at me and sternly ordered the person who was guarding us: "As soon as we enter, we will stop their bleeding, return the same way, and send them to the headquarters for detention. Remember! Even if you are all dead, we must keep them." Two lives, do you understand?"

The largest man in black promised solemnly: "Yes!"

Duan Lingchao winked at the man in black without hesitation in front of me, then looked at the strangely dressed woman who had been standing beside me, tilted her head towards the stairs and said, "Let's go!"

The girl gave up her position and let Duan Lingchao go first. After waiting for another two seconds, she stuffed something into my unconscious hand, whispered in my ear: "It will stop the bleeding." Then she hurriedly chased Duan Lingchao down. up the stairs.

"Miao Qing, Miao Qing! How are you?" I heard myself shouting inarticulately.

And "Miao Qing" stared blankly at the place where Duan Lingchao went down, as if he had lost his soul. "Miao Qing? What's wrong with you?" I shouted at him again.

This time he finally had some reaction. He looked directly at me and said, "I think that person looks familiar." His voice was the same as mine, his tongue was straight, and his words were not accurate. This simple sentence was half-guessed by me.

"How is it possible that even though half of her face is covered, you can still tell that she looks familiar?" The first time I saw Duan Lingchao, I thought she looked familiar. In the desert, even if she covered half of her face, I could tell that she looked familiar. It was a really strange feeling to recognize her immediately in the crowd. Could it be that Miao Qing was like this too?

As soon as the girl in the fancy dress left, the man in black stepped in front of me, bent slightly, and carried me on his shoulders. My consciousness was recovering rapidly as the black robe left, and the wound on my wrist suddenly hurt. At the same time, with the loss of blood, body temperature and strength are also being withdrawn.

The man in black walked to the edge of the high platform and threw me like cargo on the metal floor filled with blood. His rough movements made me almost fall off the high platform. I held on to the edge to stabilize my body. Looking up and looking down, the man dropped me right where I could see the troops entering the crevices of the mountain.

The first ones to enter the mountain crevice were those in black robes, and the second echelon was led by women in strange costumes. Duan Lingchao deliberately fell at the back of the team and looked up at me, with the two black sedans beside him. Seeing my eyes meeting hers, she pulled off the black cloth covering the sedan. A man covered with bandages was lying crookedly in the sedan, with an oxygen mask on his face, and the respirator beside him was pulsing up and down. Showing his vital signs.

Duan Lingchao stepped aside, pulled off the blanket covering the man, and let me see his feet. The blood loss made me a little dizzy, but at this moment I focused all my attention on one point. It was a bit far away and I couldn't tell whether those feet had six toes, but the soles of his feet were anything but ordinary. It's Uncle Qiming! There is no need for the scheming Duan Lingchao to lie to me about this kind of thing!

I raised the back of my hand and rubbed my eyes to see more clearly. Duan Lingchao had already ordered someone to pick up the black cloth and cover it on the sedan. The men in black quickly carried the two sedans into the crevices of the mountain. Duan Lingchao looked up at me again before following the black sedans.

This bad woman is trying her old tricks on me again, why? If you want to use Uncle Qiming to hold me hostage and take me into the crevices of the mountains, why bother? Is it because of the wood? wrong! There is no need to let them go in the woods by threatening wood.

What exactly does she want to do? I shook my confused head irritably, and the bell reminded me with a crisp sound. Duan Lingchao caught and released me, back and forth, because after all, we didn’t have what she wanted in us. This time she used Uncle Qiming as bait again for that very thing. Duan Lingchao didn't believe what Miao Qing and I said, but she should believe what the black robe said, so she had concluded that there was no Purifying Heart Charm on us.

Duan Lingchao met me for the first time when we were looking for Longxi Island. They went to Longxi Island not for a team-building trip, but probably for the Dingshen Pestle. However, when Duan Lingchao and I were drifting at sea, she had countless opportunities to get the Dingshen Pestle. Kill me, why did you miss such a good opportunity? Is it because she can't touch the Dingshen Pestle? impossible! A smart person like her can always think of a solution.

The focus should be on Uncle Qiming. If he just wants to blackmail me, Duan Lingchaoda can use Shan Yu and Mu Mu, and there is no need to use Uncle Qiming repeatedly.

Could it be that Duan Lingchao was doing it for Wu Xuan Ling? Not long ago, the five mysterious bells gathered in the wooden hand. I really can't think of any other reason other than this.

I was grabbed by the collar and pulled back suddenly, and a roll of bandages was thrown into my hand. It was the big black man. He glanced at me coldly, then walked aside to whisper to other teammates, saying nothing. Going to help me stop the bleeding.

I looked at the scar on my wrist. Blood was still pouring out, and the platelets seemed to be off duty. Dizzy, I lifted up the hemostatic medicine that the woman in fancy dress gave me in my palm. It was a small capsule, not enough for "Miao Qing" and I to use together.

I glanced at "Miao Qing" who was completely collapsed on the metal floor, crawled toward him with my fingers clasped in the groove filled with blood, opened the capsule, and sprinkled the powder inside as evenly as possible on his hands with trembling hands. On one wrist, the medicinal powder had a miraculous effect. The blood immediately coagulated as soon as it touched it, forming a shallow blood scab. I quickly pulled the bandage and tied Miao Qing's wrist.

"Where's your medicine? Stop the bleeding quickly." "Miao Qing" said angrily.

Guilty, I avoided his eyes, pulled the bandage with my teeth, and tied the wound tightly with my hands. The pressure exerted by the bandage on the wound made the sting increase a hundred times. I gritted my teeth and held on. I wonder if this pressure can help me. Successfully caused such a large wound to stop bleeding on its own. Obviously, no! The blood seeped into the bandage very quickly, and hung on my wrist in a wet and sticky manner, as if it was trying to compete with the bandage. The faster I wrapped it, the faster it penetrated.

The altar began to vibrate without the infusion of fresh blood. The cracks in the mountain closed prematurely before the altar could react, making a rumbling sound and creating a gloomy air current. The altar drank up the blood in the groove and began to slowly descend. After returning to parallel with the ground, the surrounding trees once again moved back to their original positions like soldiers receiving orders. Everything is back to how it was when we first arrived.

Duan Lingchao left an entire echelon of manpower at the foot of the mountain, including all the sick and disabled people. They were lightly dressed and it was obvious that they were elites who had taken off their full armor. They had already packed up and were ready to return at any time. There were more than thirty people, but there was no sound except the moans of the patients.

Seeing that the altar was restored to its original state, the dressed-up men in black couldn't wait to carry the stretcher forward and stuffed Miao Qing and me into the stretcher. The tall and strong man who followed us down from the altar waved to them and winked. The man called to one side and murmured softly.

The man in black in charge of the stretcher had some doubts about Gao Dazhuang. He glanced at me with a frown and complained about Gao Dazhuang's order. Several other people in charge of the stretcher also started to look panicked and kept looking at Gao Dazhuang and theirs. The little boss is free in the middle.

Something was wrong, so I raised my hand and touched Miao Qing to discuss countermeasures, but Miao Qing's entire attention was on my wrist. I was a little discouraged. All my strength had been drained out of me, and I had lost all value to the kidnappers. It seemed that my life was in danger.

A wave of dizziness came over me, the world was spinning, and everything was black in front of me, no! You can't faint now, you can't lose your judgment now.

I bit my tongue hard, the pain stimulated my brain, and I was dizzy. My eyes were still hazy. Miao Qing seemed to be talking to me, but my ears seemed to be filled with cotton and I couldn't hear clearly. I just felt that my whole body was shaking, and the treetops in front of me kept receding and changing. They've broken camp and retreated, great! Give me some time to recover my strength, I can't sleep through it! Absolutely not! I remind myself.

I chanted Duan Lingchao's name in my mouth, letting hatred drive away the cowardice that dragged me into sleep. I don't know how long I can hold on, and I hope the confusion won't stretch the time too long.

Screams and curses woke me up from my coma. The team marching in silence suddenly became chaotic. Could it be that the mountain demon is coming again? I squinted my eyes and tried to make the focus in front of me coincide, but it didn't work. Everything in front of me seemed to be shrouded in clouds and mist, and it kept shaking and shaking. The wound on my wrist was not sutured, and there was no medicine to force the bleeding to stop. The blood in my body could no longer maintain normal body functions.

I vaguely recognized that this was not the path we had taken when we came here, because the surrounding trees were dense and there was no burning smell in the air. My stretcher was placed on the ground. The moisture of the ground was far higher than the soil under the embryo in the forest. I could poke a puddle with my finger.

Soon the screams turned into hysterical shouts: "Help..."