Wei Xingzhen turned around and ordered several other servants to go with him immediately to bring Du Tianshi and the others back.

After all the servants left, he lowered his head and put Feng Yan's hand on his cheek. Feng Yan tried to sit up, but suddenly he coughed continuously because of the dryness in his throat.

She leaned on Wei Xingzhen's hand to sit up and drink water, listening to him talk about everything that happened inside and outside Luoyang in the past few days - how the weak water outside the city flooded, how these banyan trees rose from the ground and broke out of an isolated island in the weak water.

Last night, Wei Xingzhen made a special trip to Luoyang and went to the nearby prefecture to take a look, but the result was unexpected.

I believe everyone - especially Sun Youwei - did not expect that in this black flood, the only place that was truly destroyed was Chang'an.

Perhaps there would have been Luoyang...but now, those roaring water currents are temporarily resisted by these giant banyans of unknown origin.

"You have been asleep for four days." Wei Xingzhen whispered.

Feng Yan put Wei Xingzhen's hand on her pillow and sighed very lightly.

In Wei Xingzhen's subsequent story, Feng Yan realized that the blood rain stopped yesterday morning. This blood rain that eroded people fell for two days and two nights. Whether it was the blood rain or these strange plants, Wei Xingzhen was always wary of it. However, with the heavy rain, water gradually began to accumulate in the city. Under the expedient, he decided to throw away a few more banyan trees seeds to suck the accumulated water that took human life.

Feng Yan looked at the unrecognizable surface and the people walking around and felt emotion for a moment.

When Xiaying first sent the seeds, did she expect that this would happen?

But when he delivered the letter, he said nothing.

"Are you all awake?" Feng Yan asked softly.

"No."

"Ah?" Feng Yan was a little surprised, "Then these people..."

"Ordinary people woke up after the rain stopped," Wei Xingzhen replied, "but all the monks were still asleep. However, A Yan was awake now, and perhaps others would wake up soon."

Wei Xingzhen looked at her, "Have you ever seen anyone in your dream?"

Feng Yan was slightly stunned and looked up at Wei Xingzhen, "How do you know?"

"After you fell asleep, Fu Guang said that you were going to see some people in your dreams." Wei Xingzhen replied.

"Floating light..." Feng Yan suddenly shivered - everything in her dream was clearly imprinted in her mind at this moment, without any blur.

"She—where is she now, I want to-"

Before the words "want to see her" were said, Wei Xingzhen shook his head and informed him of the fact that the floating light had rapidly aged and then turned into a dry bone that night.

Judging from the conversation that night, this strange blood rain and the sudden sleep of everyone in Luoyang City seemed to have nothing to do with this aunt Fuguang.

Wei Xingzhen whispered, "At dawn on the day when the first rainfall, all the monsters in the underground palace of the Pingde Demon Bureau were also let go. Except for the two Mo Zuo, whom Mrs. Feng captured back then, the rest were gone.

"I think she is probably a spirit-sacrificing person, a person under the flaw."

Feng Yan's eyes widened in disbelief.

This really doesn't make sense...

Even if Fu Guang is still there... she shouldn't be able to do things for Xiaying - she has been following Feng Zhiyan since she was a child, so how could she turn against a messenger like Xiaying?

What's more, she met Feng Dai after she fell in love with her dream. If Fu Guang wanted to send her to see her, Fu Guang's position would be even more strange.

Feng Yan whispered the past in her dream to Wei Xingzhen. While they were talking, they slowly walked along the thick tree roots to the edge of the banyan tree.

The long roots on the surface of the earth are towering, and they are already above ordinary flat houses. Feng Yan looked at the sun that was gradually sinking in the distance and realized that it was dusk.

After walking around the tree for a while, Wei Xingzhen took her to the banyan tree outside the Luoyang city wall.

At this moment, the weak water on the ground had faded. A few brave people took advantage of this moment and pushed their carts to the nearby villages to see if they could pick up some of the clothes or household items that were still usable. However, outside the city, there was only land burned into coke.

Unlike the forgiven people in the distance, the weak water rushing to Luoyang has no warmth. They gushed out from the ground with the will of destruction and swallowed countless creatures in an instant.

Feng Yan saw them pushing an empty cart and trot through the gaps between the banyan trees outside the city, and finally disappeared behind the half-closed city gate.

The night wind blew away the last bit of sleepiness and mist on her body, and she soon saw a few more figures in the distance - those of the Wei family servants who returned from the dilapidated temple with the still sleeping people. Each of them carried two people on their shoulders, not relying on one person to carry four.

Ji Ran and Du Huanfeng had injuries on their bodies, but they had healed themselves after a few days.

Xiaoqi seemed to have a low fever. On her left arm, Feng Yan saw the black pattern almost the same as her right hand.

She followed everyone to send them back to the banyan tree near the Wei Mansion, lifted all the sleeping people one by one on the mat, and covered them with soft people.

She took a clean towel and wiped the blood on Xiaoqi's hands bit by bit - not only on her hands, but also on Xiaoqi's clothes and cheeks were covered with bloodstains.

These traces scared Feng Yan at first, but later they found out that they were not Xiaoqi's, and she was not hurt at all.

Feng Yan Xiang Qishi asked about the situation in the temple. After asking, he realized that there was obviously a fierce battle there. Not only was the blood in the house, but the beams were also shaking. It was hard to imagine how such a broken temple could survive the previous weak water torrent.

"No wonder Xiaoqi has so much blood on his body..." Feng Yan frowned.

I believe that when the fierce battle occurred, Xiao Qi must have been very close, so close that the blood of the enemy or friend was sprayed directly on her body and face.

"By the way, madam, when we went there, we found a corpse in the temple, which was a bit strange. I was going to come back and talk to you and the adults."

"how?"

"A female corpse lay next to Miss Seven, and her forehead was pierced with a sword. When I passed by, I felt familiar, so I stopped to recognize her - that was Aunt Fu Guang in the palace."

"Who." Wei Xingzhen also turned around.

"It may be that I admit my mistake," Geji waved his hand quickly, "but the clothes do look like they are from the palace, and..."

Halfway through the conversation, I started scratching my scalp.

"You said it, and what?" Feng Yan said softly.

"Miss Seven is holding the sword of Lord Ji," Qu Shen spoke in a very small voice, "and there is also a lot of blood on the sword, it looks like..."

"Like what?"

"It seems like she was killed by Miss Seven - I said that female corpse." Go quickly, "If my wife is curious, you can go and see it yourself. None of us touches the locations of those dead."
Chapter completed!