Chapter 59: When Peach Blossoms Bloom, the Blood Qi is Thick

"Help! Help!"

"Physician! Elixir Master!"

"Come quickly!"

"..."

A series of shouts suddenly came from the rain curtain.

Something had happened!

Everyone put down what they were doing, and Cheng Cheng Yunqi also stopped practicing swordsmanship and hurried over, following the direction of the voices.

Through the tree shadows and the rain curtain, one could vaguely see a group of people rushing in from the south, and everyone's heart sank!

Those people were crawling and rolling, all covered in blood, and some were carrying others on their backs.

Two mounts were running in front, both the size of water buffaloes. Cheng Cheng Yunqi recognized them both: one was a tiger named Huang Ying, and one was a green wolf named Bai Wei. Their owners were people who lived in the market all year round, but now the wounds on these two mounts were deep enough to see bone, as if their blood had been drained dry. At this time, no one was riding on them, and many people were tied to their backs with ropes in a sloppy manner, looking like... looking like a pile of corpses...

Also, there were more than just these people who went out five days ago. What about Huban? That was a very large mountain python...

Cheng Cheng Yunqi had just been practicing swordsmanship downstream, but at this time, he used his footwork and had already run to the very front of the people welcoming them.

"Shopkeeper Cheng!"

Someone saw Cheng Cheng Yunqi, saw the person coming to meet them, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, falling to the ground. This seemed to be a signal; these people all lost their strength, including the two mounts, which also fell to the ground. The people on their backs didn't know if they were dead or alive, scattered all over.

"Quickly take them away, I'll go see if there are any pursuers!"

Cheng Cheng Yunqi, who was running at the very front, shouted loudly, stepping over the wounded and corpses on the ground, and continued forward. As for the white dog, it went without saying; its ears stood high, running parallel to Cheng Cheng Yunqi, one on the left and one on the right, probing in the direction from which this group of people had come.

Running and running, Cheng Cheng Yunqi kicked his feet and leaped four or five zhang high. "Dragon Carriage" appeared under Cheng Cheng Yunqi's feet, and he rose into the air to search everywhere.

Probing twenty or thirty miles away, he didn't see any pursuers. Cheng Cheng Yunqi knew in his heart that if those people hadn't been sure they had shaken off the pursuers, they certainly wouldn't have returned to the market. He was just being cautious.

There was no need to worry about the bloodstains on the ground; in such heavy rain, these traces would soon disappear.

The white dog on the ground also barked a few times, signaling that there were no enemies, and then reminded Cheng Cheng Yunqi that it had discovered some things.

Cheng Cheng Yunqi went down to take a look; it was that the people in the market had run too hurriedly, and some people's shoes and armor had fallen off. He picked up these items and called the dog to return to the market.

Rushing to the largest hut or tent in the market, here, wood and straw mats were used to connect the crowns of more than a dozen trees to form a huge roof.

The large tent was full of the smell of blood and medicine. A row of people had already been laid on the ground. Cheng Cheng Yunqi knew that those laid on the ground could only be dead, but he didn't expect that there would be so many people—a rough scan showed more than twenty! And the entire Qilihe Market only had about a hundred permanent residents!

Just with this scan, Cheng Cheng Yunqi's footsteps suddenly paused, staring at a person on the ground.

This was a young man with thick red hair. This red hair should have been messy and exploding, like a chaotic bird's nest, but at this time, because it was drenched in rainwater, it was stuck stickily to the young man's face.

"Brother Lang..."

It was actually Hu Hu Jinliu!

This young man who had greeted Cheng Cheng Yunqi in the heavy snow had actually become a cold corpse lying here!

Cheng Cheng Yunqi was somewhat incredulous.

Ever since he heard from somewhere that Cheng Cheng Yunqi was setting up a stall and opening a studio in Qilihe Market, this young man would always come to find Cheng Cheng Yunqi after returning from the front line. He spent more time in Qilihe Market than in the Xijiang Market where he was assigned. He knew Cheng Cheng Yunqi liked to collect gold essence ore, so whenever he captured such small things on the front line, he would always bring them over.

He had too many words; every time he came, it was he who talked about things on the front line, and Cheng Cheng Yunqi listened with a smile. And whenever he left, Cheng Cheng Yunqi would always stuff some talisman paper or talisman arrows for him.

But now, this young man like fire was lying on this cold ground.

"Those trapped this time aren't just people from our workshop; people from various families and villages, from different workshops, were all caught inside. We fled together, but when we broke out, we scattered and ended up forming groups haphazardly."

A few of the wounded who could still speak saw Cheng Cheng Yunqi standing blankly in front of Hu Hu Jinliu's corpse and explained. "What about Uncle Wolf Mountain?"

Cheng Cheng Yunqi asked in a low voice.

The man shook his head. "He was injured and followed another team in the chaos. I don't know if he ran out."

"How did it end up like this?"

Cheng Cheng Yunqi asked again.

The man looked around the tent; most of the people were there, so he opened his mouth and said,

"It was at Rotten Taoshan, *cough cough*!"

The man had injured his internal organs, and his speech was intermittent. He looked at Cheng Cheng Yunqi, knowing he was an outsider, and explained slightly,

"The peach blossoms are about to bloom, and the peach blossom miasma of Rotten Taoshan is top-notch stuff. Both our Red Wood Ridge and their Mount Baiman Mountain have secret methods for refining miasma. But although the peach blossom miasma of Rotten Taoshan is good, the peach mud miasma there is highly poisonous. Those of us in the first realm don't even dare to smell it, and even second-realm cultivators don't dare to touch it casually.

"Only the west valley mouth of the mountain, where the Peach Blossom River passes, has the living water and river wind to wash the peach mud miasma there very thinly. That is also the only place where we can collect peach blossom miasma. Every year, our two families will fight over the position to collect miasma, and this year we encountered the war, so it was naturally more tragic, *cough cough*!"

"But fighting for positions to collect miasma has been going on for so many years, and there have long been rules. If you really can't fight for it, you just abandon it. How could so many people die, and how could it be such a desperate escape?"

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Someone asked. It was the one-armed man who had just commented on Cheng Cheng Yunqi's swordsmanship. He practiced weapons and was not good at miasma refining, so he didn't go to Rotten Taoshan.

"There were too many variables!"

The man was a burly fellow, but at this time he shed tears.

"When has there ever been such heavy rain in spring in previous years!

"The rain fell into the mountains, triggering a flash flood, which turned over the peach mud under the ground. The flash flood mixed with peach mud rushed out from the valley mouth, and also brought out the peach mud miasma! The peach mud miasma was suppressed by the rain, and its power was greatly reduced, but it was still highly poisonous. All of us suffered; some went blind, some fainted, some vomited uncontrollably, coughing up their lungs, *cough cough*. Some who were directly facing it in the low-lying areas of the valley mouth died on the spot!"

"Then what about these sword wounds?"

Someone pointed to the wounds on their bodies and asked.

The eyes of the people who escaped turned red immediately.

"It was the people from Western Shu! We didn't know when they arrived. When the peach mud miasma rushed out, we immediately wanted to escape. Both we and the people from Mount Baiman Mountain knew the power of the peach mud miasma; no one would fight at this time.

"But just at this time, a group of Daoists broke in. They weren't from the Miao region, nor were they from the Southern Wilderness. Just looking at their clothes, we knew they were people from Western Shu. They killed directly toward Mount Baiman Mountain. Mount Baiman Mountain fought back in a hurry, cursing us Miao people for ambushing them. Our ancestors have always agreed that if miasma overflows during miasma collection, we should avoid fighting and escape separately. They cursed us Miao people for breaking the rules of our ancestors.

"We naturally wanted to tell those killers from Western Shu to stop, and also told them to escape quickly while the mud miasma hadn't completely dissipated, not to lose their lives for a moment of pride. But that group of lunatics said we were colluding with the Demon Sect, and they even wanted to kill us!"

"Lunatics! Bastards!"

The people in the tent immediately cursed one after another. Cheng Cheng Yunqi narrowed his eyes, hiding the cold light.

"How many people did they bring to be able to kill people on both sides like this?"

Immediately, someone else asked a question.

The man shook his head in pain.

"There weren't many who came, but the leader was a woman. She wielded a crimson flying sword; I don't know what kind of treasure that sword is, but even the miasma dared not approach it. She was completely unaffected by the mud-miasma, and it was by relying on this flying sword that she slaughtered us like cutting melons and vegetables."

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