Big Bang Earth [Unlimited]

Before dark the priest in black said:

Do not touch fire.

And now, the red house that was right in front of us was on fire.

Flames shot up into the sky, turning half of the sky red.

In the red house, there were still crying babies and women screaming in panic.

But the black-clothed priest who was standing at the door just now disappeared suddenly when the flames filled the sky.

"What should I do?" Qin Jiao panicked, she was still seriously injured.

"Let's go, this fire is getting bigger and bigger, it will burn over!"

Xie Bingyan's first reaction was to look at Ji Mucha, and after a little thought, Ji Mucha said firmly:

"No, save people."

"The vulture was born, the vulture was burned, and the vulture was the child."

"Time can only be found by reversing time."

Xie Bingyan: "Vulture?"

"A vulture is a date and a child's name."

Qin Jiao was anxious: "What if something is wrong?"

Xie Bingyan glanced at Qin Jiao lightly and began to take off his coat.

"You are injured, I will save you."

Without hesitation, he chose to believe Ji Mucha, even though what Ji Mucha said was just a possible guess.

"I'll go." Ji Mucha took his arm, "It was my tattoo last night, and it might be you tonight."

Xie Bingyan: "One jaguar has died, and the first day has passed."

"Just do it, beep beep."

Hearing the continuous cries of babies in the house, and seeing the sound of the house collapsing continuously due to the fire, Qin Jiao suddenly became irritable.

"The water in the clay pots in our house is fresh every day. There is either a water source or a place to store water."

"Okay, let's go together."

The three of them simply stopped entangled, and first went to the surrounding rooms to find water sources.

They didn't care whether the priest in black would be angry, and opened the doors of all the surrounding rooms one by one, and they found many clay pots filled with clean water.

The water was obviously not enough to put out the fire, so they found a blanket, poured water on the blanket, put it on their bodies, and rushed into the room to rescue people.

Qin Jiao was the most seriously injured and was left at the door to respond.

Xie Bingyan and Ji Muxia rushed into the room together. They have been to this priest's red house many times, although each time with bad intentions, this time they are very glad that they have come here, so that they are very familiar with the layout here.

Compared with the daytime room, the biggest change in the room at night is that it becomes more life-like, with many more detailed daily necessities.

When they were outside, they heard many women screaming "the devil" inside, but when they entered the house, they found only two people inside.

One is the mother on the bed, and the other is the white glowing baby in the mother's arms.

The two felt something was wrong instantly.

The parturient felt someone coming in, raised her head and looked at them:

"Help--"

"Save my child—"

The moment he saw the mother's face clearly, Xie Bingyan subconsciously protected Ji Muxia.

This woman has been burned to black charcoal.

Her flesh and blood had withered and collapsed, and her clothes and flesh were connected together, like a charred animal after a forest fire, or like an ancient carbonized tree buried deep in the ground.

With such an appearance, it was obvious that he was no longer alive.

"My child is not a demon, please—please save my child—"

Holding the white glowing child in her arms, the childbirth ghost reached out to the two of them, pleading hard.

The flesh and blood on her face had been burned to the point that it seemed to be rags hanging on the skeleton.There was no flesh in the eye sockets, and the eyeballs were scarlet. When he became emotional, the scarlet eyeballs fell from the eye sockets to the ground.

Eyeballs rolled towards the two of them, rolled to the front of Xie Bingyan, pupils turned up, trying to look at the two of Xie Bingyan.

Xie Bingyan hesitated.

At this moment, he would rather be a villain than let Ji Mucha touch that obviously inhuman ghost.

And that weird baby, the fire burned everything around it, the idol was burned, and the mother was also burned, only this baby didn't get a trace of flames.

Danger is written all over the place.

"Walk."

Xie Bingyan just wanted to take Ji Muxia away safely.

"Give us the child." Ji Muxia stood up from behind him, and nodded firmly at Xie Bingyan.

Ji Muxia firmly took the strange white glowing baby from the mother's hand.

Xie Bingyan took a deep breath and looked at the ghost of the childbirth woman who was full of joy.

"Let's go out together, your child needs to be raised by yourself."

He was ready to help the female ghost to have a close contact with her, but the female ghost demanded even more: "I can't walk anymore, carry me on your back."

Xie Bingyan took a deep breath to control himself from turning around and leaving.

The person he recited last time was 15-year-old Ji Muxia.

Seeing Xie Bingyan's reluctance, Ji Mucha quickly stuffed the baby in his arms, and bent down in front of the female ghost:

"Come up."

Xie Bingyan: Damn, even more angry!

Ji Mucha has never recited him!

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Xie Bingyan felt that when the horrible and hateful female ghost lay on Ji Muxia's back, she showed herself a provocative smile.

Xie Bingyan: "..."

This female ghost must have done it on purpose!

The two walked to the door with the mother and son on their backs. The fire was getting bigger and bigger. The animal heads and feather crowns hanging on the wall in the room became a huge source of ignition, and they fell angrily.The most important thing is that these houses are wooden beams and thatched roofs.

The beams and roof above the head were constantly being burned and fell down. The two had to hide while drilling out.

Even though the mother and son are probably both ghosts, Xie Bingyan is sure that as long as they are hit once, they will definitely hate them even more.

Unknowingly, the wet blankets on Ji Muxia and Xie Bingyan were also dried, and his clothes were burned.

Xie Bingyan panicked.

In the flames, he saw that the female ghost was not in a hurry on Ji Muxia's body, and felt even more strange.

Could this female ghost deliberately want to drag them to burn to death together as a scapegoat?

The baby in his arms stopped crying, sucking his fingers and watching him giggle.

Xie Bingyan looked at the baby's pink pupils and felt strange for a while.

"Qinjiao! Come and meet me!"

Xie Bingyan endured being hit on the shoulder by the beam, no longer dodged, and rushed to the door to clear the way for Ji Muxia who was behind him.

Fortunately, Qinjiao was very reliable. He didn't wait to meet him at the door, and found two more cans of water.

When he saw the two burning men rushing out of the room, he poured two cans of clean water on it, immediately extinguishing the flames on Ji Muxia and Xie Bingyan.

The next second, Qin Jiao saw the terrifying appearance of the ghost of the childbirth woman and the baby, and was momentarily speechless.

"Come out, you don't have to be trapped in the fire anymore." Ji Muxia was the most calm.

He bent down again, ready to let the mother off his back.

But the puerpera's scorched arms still hugged Ji Mucha's neck tightly, as if stuck to his back.

"Why didn't you save me?"

The mother's head suddenly turned to the back, and Qin Jiao almost screamed when she saw it.

"Why didn't you save my child?"

Her remaining eyeball fell out again, and kept rolling into the depths of the darkness.

"I was burned to death, and I won't make it easier for you!"

"what--"

The mother raised her head and screamed, and the charred corpse of the woman suddenly exploded, forming a bunch of sparks, shooting in all directions, and shooting at the players hiding in the dark.

There were panicked screams in the darkness, each sound coming from a different direction.

This is the players who are stalking secretly.

Two players who were on fire seemed to have prepared a water source long ago. They poured water on their bodies as soon as they caught fire, and then rolled on the ground, extinguishing the flames by luck.

After they realized that their stalking behavior had been exposed, they put out the fire and ran directly outside. Looking in that direction, it was not the direction of the slave room.

Xie Bingyan squinted his eyes. He suspected that those two people were the two players who didn't go back to the slave room the next night.

The fire grew bigger and bigger, and in a blink of an eye it became a candle as tall as a man.

The remaining player who was on fire seemed unwilling, and ran towards Ji Muxia and the others, but his legs were immediately carbonized by burning, and after running two steps, his legs broke off like burnt incense. Turned into ashes and scattered in the air.

Qin Jiao watched all this in astonishment, but still didn't react.

Xie Bingyan touched Ji Muxia's back worriedly, worried about what the female ghost left behind for him, what he felt was wet, and he didn't know whether it was cold water or sweat.

Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it wasn't fire.

As for Ji Muxia, because she was wrapped in a thick wet blanket, the female ghost didn't catch fire at all even though she was carrying it on her back.

The player was completely burned to death, and fell to the ground motionless, like used charcoal.

Qin Jiao calmed down and looked at the two men interacting with each other with complicated eyes.

Because the priest said, do not touch the fire, other players dare not fight the fire, and dare not approach.

But it was because he didn't put out the fire, and didn't save the mother who had been burned to death long ago, and he was resented, which led to his death.

This has to be said to be an irony.

Qin Jiao was in a trance: "If I hadn't thought of my mother, my heart had softened for a while..."

With her temperament, she was originally unwilling to save people.

She would not bet on Ji Mucha's guess with such a gloomy hope.

"Maybe this is your mother blessing you." Ji Mucha smiled softly with a slight smile on his lips.

He also thought of his parents.

Xie Bingyan patted him on the shoulder comfortingly.

Ji Mucha suddenly remembered something, looked at Xie Bingyan's arm, his eyes froze.

"Where's your baby?"

Xie Bingyan was also taken aback, looking down at his arms.

"Gone."

He just remembered that the baby seemed to have no weight, so that he didn't feel when it disappeared from his arms.

Ji Mucha frowned, as if thinking and worried.

Xie Bingyan said: "Forget it, as long as you don't pester us."

As soon as the words fell, a baby's laughter sounded all around.

"whee……"

The sound seemed to come from all directions, and the source could not be determined.

The three looked at each other.

Xie Bingyan touched his arm: "I don't know why, but I always feel that he is still in my arms."

"Let's go, go back and rest." Qin Jiao trembled, pinching the center of his brows wearily, "I'm so tired that I'm about to die."

"Let's go, it's almost dawn, you should be fine tonight."

Because of tonight's cooperation, Xie Bingyan's rare attitude towards Qin Jiao is much better.

"Sleep well, I'll keep watch tonight."

"I'll come tomorrow night." Ji Mucha didn't refuse, but arranged in turn.

"Row."

Qin Jiao yawned for a long time, looking tired and drowsy.

The three of them walked back to the slave room calmly, walking past the player who was being followed and burned to death.

In the dark and far away, there are still players following.

Xie Bingyan ignored them, but just glanced over the dead body without showing any trace.

The will-o'-the-wisps burned so hard that nothing was left behind, and it was impossible to identify who it was from the clothing, and it was impossible to know what kind of tattoo the deceased had.

I can only wait for tomorrow to check during the day.

……

Back in the slave room, Qin Jiao fell asleep.

The slave room was empty, there was no one else but them.

In addition to so many people who died, Xie Bingyan recalled in his heart how many players were left, and who the players would be following.

Excluding the two players who were alone outside, Charlie, who may have died, there seemed to be only one player left, the black boxer.

Ji Muxia lay down on the floor, Xie Bingyan just lay down next to him, unexpectedly, Ji Muxia lightly pressed on his injured shoulder.

Xie Bingyan let out a "hiss".

"You're so energetic, you're not injured." Ji Mucha opened his eyes, and gave Xie Bingyan a cold look.

"You're not Iron Man."

"Although you are angry, I am still very happy."

Xie Bingyan smiled brightly, at this moment, he really felt his wounds were numb, numb all the way to his heart.

This injury is really worth it!

Smiling and smiling, his brows and eyes gradually softened, and his voice was low and low, as if trying to blend in with the tender moonlight outside the window.

"I'm really glad to be alive to see you and see you angry for me."

This sentence is like a pool of clear spring under the moonlight, and a kingfisher flies by, bringing up ripples full of moonlight.

The moon shadow was soft and boundless by the ripples, and the anger in Ji Muxia's heart was also slowly dissipated by the ripples.

He looked at the man with a softened outline under the shadow of the moon, and his eyes were in a trance, as if he saw a boy with a more immature outline.

Ji Muxia let out a long breath of sullenness in her chest, and let out the knots in her heart since they met.

"Welcome back."

He pursed his lips slightly and smiled, showing dimples on his cheeks.

"Brother Bingyan."

Xie Bingyan felt that Mucha's dimples must be filled with old wine.

Just being looked at by him like this, called like this,

He was drunk.

Like a movie playing in his mind, scenes from his childhood flashed through.

I still remember that under the oleander in the small courtyard, amidst the gorgeous peach red and thick green, the handsome and shy boy smiled slightly at the new neighbor who just arrived.

At that time, Xie Bingyan was so dizzy from the laughter, he felt that he must have been poisoned by pollen.

Now that I think about it, the source of the poison is not the flowers, but the young man standing under the flower tree.

Xie Bingyan's brows and eyes twitched slightly, looking at the grown-up boy with affection in his eyes.

At this moment, he hoped that Mucha would call him by his name directly:

Bingyan.