Chapter 1962

Hearing the voice transmission from the mutated nine-leaf red branch, Ye Feiran suddenly became excited, "Really? Have you really found the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower? Then you can quickly get a leaf to lead the way." Mutated nine-leaf red branch: "..." Could it be that it was the only one that could find Ranran through induction, but Ranran couldn't find it through induction? However, now is not the time to dwell on this problem. It immediately separated a leaf to lead the way for Ye Feiran. After Ye Feiran got excited, he naturally remembered this, so he immediately sensed the location of the mutated nine-leaf red branch, and then pulled Ye Murin away. During this period, she couldn't help but ask the doubts in her heart, "Mu Lin, there should be more than one Cold Spirit Ghost Flower, right?" "More than that." Ye Murin opened his eyes wide and told lies without hesitation, insisting that he would talk about the future things later. Hearing this, Ye Feiran decided to spend the next time looking for the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower until Ye Feixuan and the others devoured the power of refining the underworld. When the two of them walked halfway, they encountered a leaf from the mutated nine-leaf red branch. It touched Ye Feiran's cheek affectionately and led the way. Soon, they arrived at the location of the mutated nine-leaf red branch. As soon as he saw the mutated nine-leaf red branch, Ye Feiran immediately asked impatiently, "Little Mengzi, where is the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower?" "Shh!" The mutated nine-leaf red branch immediately made a silent gesture, and then sent a message to Ye Feiran, "Ranran, the curse-breaking flower is fooling it, let's wait." Hearing this, the corner of Ye Feiran's mouth twitched slightly. It was discovered by the curse-breaking flower. She thought it was discovered by the mutated nine-leaf red branch! However, she was still happy that whoever found it would eventually fall into her hands. At the same time, she also remembered the previous sound transmission of the mutated nine-leaf red branch, and quickly asked, "Have you seen it with your own eyes? Are you sure it is really the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower?" Hearing this, the mutated nine-leaf red branch suddenly became uncertain, "Uh... I don't know, I only saw it once." Ye Feiran and Ye Murin: "..." But they didn't blame the mutated nine-leaf red branch, because it said maybe two words before. "Ahem...it doesn't matter. You go and lead the way for the Curse-Breaking Flower. Let's take a look and see if there are any other underworld beasts around." "Okay!" The mutated nine-leaf red branch responded, and then flew into the thick fog to find the curse-breaking flower. Soon, the mutated nine-leaf red branch transmitted a message to Ye Feiran, "Ranran, there are no other underworld beasts around." Ye Feiran: "..." If there are no underworld beasts around, then the Curse-Breaking Flower is deceiving the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower? Thinking of this, Ye Feiran closed his eyes and carefully discerned the smell in the air, but there was no smell of the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower at all. "Mu Lin, I suspect that the elixir tricked by the Curse-Breaking Flower is not the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower." Ye Mulin also thought of this and comforted softly, "It doesn't matter if it's not. Let's look for it slowly. Anyway, it will take a certain amount of time for them to swallow and refine the power of the underworld." Under the guidance of the mutated nine-leaf red branch, the two finally saw the cursed flower and the elixir that was deceived by it. At first glance, the gray ones do look very ordinary, similar to weeds and wildflowers. They can easily be mistaken for the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower by practitioners, but they have no smell of the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower at all. If it simply doesn't smell like the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower, it might still be true, but it exudes the same smell as the Curse-Breaking Flower, only with a hint of coldness. The curse-breaking flower was running around in front of them with this elixir, showing no intention of stopping. "Ranran, is this the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower?" The mutated nine-leaf red branch on the side couldn't help but ask. Ye Feiran shook his head, "No." Mutated nine-leaf red branch: "!!!" no? ! How can this be? "But doesn't it look exactly like the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower? Did I remember it wrong?" Ye Feiran glanced at it and said with a smile, "You read that right, it does look similar to the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower, but it doesn't smell like the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower. Instead, it smells similar to the Curse-Breaking Flower." Hearing this, the mutated nine-leaf red branch quickly flew into the thick fog and quickly found the curse-breaking flower and the elixir following behind. Ahhhhh... they taste the same! How come it didn't discover this? Lost Dafa! The mutated nine-leaf red branch returned to Ye Feiran very dejectedly, and asked in a depressed tone, "Ranran, what is it? A curse-breaking flower? But it looks completely different from the curse-breaking flower!"

March, early spring. A corner in the eastern part of Nanhuangzhou. The hazy sky was gray and black, showing heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked into the sky and blurred out the clouds. The clouds overlapped and merged with each other, spreading out streaks of crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder. It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world. ,. Blood-colored rain, with sadness, falls into the mortal world. The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red rain of blood. The city is in ruins and everything is withered. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering. The streets that used to be bustling with people are now desolate. The sandy dirt road that used to be bustling with people is no longer noisy now. Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper were left, indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking. Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck deep in the mud, full of sadness. Only an abandoned rabbit doll hung on the shaft, swaying in the wind. The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerieness. The turbid eyes seemed to have some residual resentment, looking lonely at the mottled rocks in front of them. There, a figure was lying down. This was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his clothes were torn and covered with dirt, and he had a broken leather bag tied around his waist. The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless. The biting cold penetrated his worn coat from all directions and spread throughout his body, gradually taking away his body temperature. But even though the rain fell on his face, he didn't blink, staring coldly into the distance like an eagle. Following his gaze, he saw a skinny vulture gnawing on the carrion of a wild dog, seven or eight feet away from him, observing the surroundings vigilantly from time to time. It seems that in this dangerous ruins, if there is the slightest movement, it will instantly rise into the sky. The young man is like a hunter, patiently waiting for the opportunity. After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally buried its head completely into the belly of the wild dog. ,,. ,.