Chapter 87 0087

In such a critical and helpless time, the gray clouds on the zenith are pushing, rolling, and interlacing each other. A gust of wind kicks up the rough sand on the road, and the rain is getting thicker and thicker.Guan Baye looked up at the sky, his thick eyebrows could not help but stand up with his sword tightly frowned, through his experienced eyes, he knew that this rain was no longer a continuous spring rain, but an occasional rain in the season of remnant spring and summer. During the thunderstorm, his ears were still very keen, and he could hear the buzzing sound of water in the rolling clouds in mid-air. This sound of water was the most obvious sign before the thunderstorm. In it, there is a black dragon that twists its giant tail into water.And this kind of thunderstorm with the sound of water first and the heavy thunder behind is different from ordinary thunderstorms in many ways; ordinary thunderstorms come and go quickly, and are mostly showers and showers, which will not delay the journey of long-distance travelers for too long. It is enough to take shelter at a place where you can stay for a while, but this kind of thunderstorm with the black dragon twisting the water is the root cause of floods and floods, because not only is the rain extremely powerful, but the rain lasts longer. , pouring like a ladle, maybe it can fall for a few days and nights.

I am not afraid of thunder or rain. I have been on long-distance roads all year round. I don’t know how many winds, frosts, rains and snows I have experienced. The last time I drove in heavy snow, it didn’t bother me.But it is different now. I know that unclosed gunshot wounds are most afraid of being exposed to rain. If they are soaked in raw water, they will definitely fester and fester. Moreover, the wound is bleeding. Vigorous vibrations can stop the new blood from flowing out, but it will be different when it is rained. The blood plasma that has not had time to condense will be washed away by the rain, and the new blood will flow faster if it is mixed with rainwater. These are not the most worrying The most worrisome thing is that a piece of jade on a white horse is easily frightened by the rainstorm and runs wildly. Usually, it is fine, but it is hard to control the reins when it is injured. If the horse falls in the rainstorm, Da Luo The gods can't save their own lives, and it doesn't matter if they fall off the horse. Wouldn't the rescue of Yanshi also turn into a dreamy cloud of smoke? !

The clouds rolled violently and pressed down towards the low sky. The sky and the earth were getting dark, as if the night was approaching. The gusts of wind blowing close to the ground lifted up the grainy coarse sand and whipped Guan Baye. Flying robe corners; the air is moist, with a smell of copper that is often smelled before a thunderstorm, the rain has not yet fallen, but the cold air of the rain has already landed, penetrating into the skin of the person through the clothes .The wind became more and more violent, and the branches and leaves of the roadside forest were blown like a knife, and many green broken leaves produced by the twigs were also flying in the air.

Suddenly, there was a flash like a whip in front of my eyes, followed by a long thunderclap circling the clouds. The feet rumbled half a circle, causing a faint echo from far away. In the distance, there are big wind waves on the tips of the reeds, and the fluttering and screaming of the birds can't be heard in the dizziness. The terrifying cloud feet stretch down and meet the surrounding forest tops, strands of cloud air Swimming and dancing into the wilderness, smoke is not smoke, fog is not fog, really like a dragon claw trying to grab something. Facing the oncoming cold cloud, the white horse shook its mane and cut through the mighty wind, screaming and galloping, as if only one person and one horse were worthy of this day in the world. , this cloud, this rolling thunder and fierce wind.It is running, its white figure pierces the clouds and clears the mist, like a vigorous white dragon, its ears are like two closed white knives, listening to the news from all directions in the trembling cord of extreme sensitivity, its front hooves are tired Planed on the rough sand, the hooves are always soaring far and near behind it. Its belly is almost touching the ground. It seems to know what its master is thinking.

At the moment when the thunderstorm was approaching, Guan Baye dismantled all wandering thoughts, concentrated on controlling the rein and urging the horse.He thought that no matter how severe the storm was and how unfavorable it was to his injuries, since he had left Gisthorn, he would not be able to turn back halfway.The situation forced him to have only one way to go, and he had to brave this storm.It's a pity that this road is so desolate. It's hard to see people when you go for thirty miles, and you can't find a place to shelter from the wind and rain. If you get dizzy and fall off your horse, you will die, unless you can get to Xiaoyepu in Sanliwan an hour earlier... But It was too late, the torrential rain had already poured over from the reed marsh along with another flash and thunder.

The torrential rain poured over, flashing a dense white water, swallowing the dense green reeds, blocking the forest on the road ahead, covering all the scenes in the field, slowly moving towards The white horses gather at the place where they are running, and the first two splashes are loud and sparse, but extremely heavy and powerful. They hit the sandy road like hail, and the floating sand on the road is deeply sunken, forming some messy patterns. The hole the size of a copper coin, the halo of raindrops continued to spread around the hole. A flamboyant skinny hawk twirled low, making a helpless, frightened and angry chirp.Guan Baye shook his head, because he seemed to hear someone calling him somewhere, far behind.

"Guan... Ba... Grandpa..." "Guan... Eighth Lord..." But that sound was intermittent and weak, and was often cut off by strong winds. When he tried to listen carefully again, the sound of the crashing rain had already swallowed a sentence, and he couldn't hear anything at all.Who could it be?It was most likely Xiao Xie'er and the others. Seeing that the weather was bad, they couldn't let go of their minds and led a group of people to chase them down on horseback. But it was useless. Regardless of life or death, I had to go to Wanjialou this time. . The thunderstorm is so fierce, the rain is pouring down, the clouds are so low that they can hit people's heads, and the water drops continuously rolling from the forehead make people unable to open their eyes. It is impossible to tell where is the sky?Where is the land?Where is the cloud?Where is the rain?Flash after flash, the pale living corals dazzled people, the thunder roared in the clouds, the rain was the cold arrow, tormenting a man with a gunshot wound, in the blink of an eye, Guan Baye His whole body was soaked from the inside to the outside. In order to breathe easier, he almost leaned on the horse's back, deeply shaved his head, and let the white horse move forward.

The rain is pouring, the lightning is a green snake swimming, it is the magic fire in purgatory, so repeated, wanton meditation, to capture a person, burn a person, devour a person, refine a person; Guan Ba Grandpa gritted his teeth and leaned on the horse's back. The rain jumped off his back. He put the tent tower on his eyebrows, and occasionally opened his eyes. The sandy road was no longer a sandy road. Yes, it’s black, it’s the miserable pink, it’s the dark black, the serene and soft natural style has been destroyed and torn apart by this vicious storm, the sky and the earth have been isolated and turned into wild In the wild and primitive Hongmeng, there are no animals or birds, only green snakes scurrying about in the eyes, demonic fires flickering, and only the raindrops and thunderclaps can be heard in the ears. The scene of purgatory, and now the purgatory behind the Yin Mountain has fallen on the earth...

The white horse, a piece of jade, is worthy of being a famous horse. It was not startled by the flashes and thunderstorms all over the sky. The horse's hoof splashed the muddy water with sand, and it looked for the hazy road shadow standing between the tip of the grass. Mercedes, Guan Baye on horseback was cold all over, and his heart was warmed by the sweat steaming from the white horse.It seemed that a deserted village, a millstone, shifted and passed by in a ghostly flash.The soft grass on the roadside was ravaged by the torrential rain. The leaves of the grass were broken, those buried in the sand, those whose roots were exposed, and those that drifted with the water. Here, in Guan Baye's transparent and focused eyes, it seems to have been activated into a symbol of misfortune, suffering, and formed under violence. It is no longer wild soft flowers and grasses, but many What crooked, broken, bloody faces.The reckless judge Zhu Si never thought of this... People who are born simple and kind are beyond reproach, they must be saved! ... In the darkness after the flash, the faces of those people turned one after another, and from behind the loud noise of the thunderstorm, he could hear those silent wailing and wailing.

Flash past, blinding flashes and collapsing yellow darkness, flash past, snow-green forest branches—some ghostly fangs.The violent raindrops whipped him, and the endless flashes whipped him. This primordial flood-like world is a savage beast, grinning and sucking the blood from his wound. He is not a hero made of copper and iron Hero, his blood was pouring out from time to time, which made his body extremely weak. He was bathed in rain mixed with blood. At first, it was extremely cold, and then it became a kind of burning, which turned into numbness again. His face became paler and paler in the flashing light, his lips turned dark purple, and the only thing he could rely on was no longer his usual healthy body, but a will formed by a painful love... Wanjialou, Wanjia Lou... Guan Baye, who was lying on his horseback, was still talking to himself repeatedly in a semi-conscious state.

God seemed to intentionally torture such a person. Lightning played with the sweaty white horse, and crackling thunder exploded above his head. The lightning struck an old tree by the roadside, tearing branches and leaves apart. In the white smoke, a crow burned by thunder fell into the pool of water, leaning over, flapping its wings mournfully, screaming, struggling instinctively, but it was in vain, blood flowed from it Spilled from its beak, it belongs to this doom. After the three-mile detour, the shadow of Yepu circled and flashed past the white horse.The torrential rain has not abated. But it was really dark...