Qinlun City, outer periphery.

At this time, outside the original city wall, there was a hut area like a refugee camp.

This was the retreating northern witch hunters, as well as their families and subordinates, spontaneously formed a certain settlement area.

The last victory of the Holy Spear and the prestige at the headquarters for many years have already planted a deep-rooted consciousness in their minds.

Before the world was destroyed, the headquarters must be the safest.

Various people poured in with their families, causing the entire Qinlun City to be overwhelmed.

Fortunately, the witch hunters are all self-reliant and soon found a way to support themselves.

Are all the houses in the city full? No problem, just set up a tent outside the city.

As for dirty and messy?

Sorry, in this era, most civilian areas basically look like this.

Even the gathering of many witch hunters has brought great pressure to local security and the power of a large number of people still makes the witch hunters feel a sense of security.

Unfortunately, in Fang Yuan's opinion, this sense of security is like a soap bubble. If you thorn it gently, it will break.

"In a chaotic world, only by relying on one's own strength can one truly ensure safety."

Fang Yuan held a sloppy map in his hand and squeezed into the city. After searching in a residential area for a long time, he finally found the address left by Qiao Ke.

"Although I know he is trying to save rent, I moved to such a remote place..."

He was speechless and stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Hulk! You're finally back."

Aunt Sophia opened the door. When she saw Fang Yuan, her eyes suddenly turned red.

"What happened, why didn't you tell me?" This atmosphere immediately made Fang Yuan frown.

"What? Hulk, didn't you come here after receiving the notes we sent?"

Aunt Sofia patted her forehead.

"This damn communication speed, forget it...what happened."

Fang Yuan felt that he had missed it, but because of a subtle whim, he might have come a little earlier than they expected.

"It's Ai Meng, something happened to her!"

Aunt Sophia couldn't hide her sad face and took Fang Yuan to a room: "You go and have a look."

Fang Yuan pushed open the door and the first thing he saw was Pitt.

This kid has completely lifted the restriction of his right hand. At this moment, he looked like a hungry wolf guarding his territory, and could pounce on him at any time to fight against the invaders.

Of course, after seeing Fang Yuan, his face finally calmed down.

"You didn't tell me that this kid is a monster!" Maria said angrily. It seemed that something unpleasant had happened between her and Pete: "If my father hadn't let me say it, I just went out and shouted, and countless witch hunters would chop him into meat sauce, hum!"

Unfortunately, Peter didn't even frown at her threat, but just looked at the woman lying on the bed.

"Ai Meng..."

Fang Yuan took a step forward.

I saw that this young and cheerful female thief was already in a deep coma at this time, frowned and breathing rapidly. No matter how you look, she looked like something big or bad.

"Uncle Choke has gone out to find a doctor."

Pete stared at Fang Yuan and said slowly.

"Why did she become like this?" Fang Yuan's eyes emitted a golden light, with a strange expression.

This Ai Meng doesn’t seem to have been hit by some vicious trick, but it’s more similar to... Bloodline awakening?

Although she has demon blood in her body, she has always been hidden. But now, she doesn't know what stimulation she encounters, so she starts to activate immediately.

For ordinary people, this is a good thing and a bad thing.

Once you can survive, you will become a real martial artist and your strength will greatly increase.

Of course, the activation of bloodline is also a dangerous process, and it is also accompanied by the invasion of chaotic will. If love cannot be carried over, it may even fall into a monster!

"But...even I was sure to stimulate her bloodline in her body at this moment. How could this happen suddenly?"

Fang Yuan pondered for a while and looked at Pitt: "Has any unusual situation happened before something happened to her? For example, what strange items or people were exposed to?"

"have!"

Pete thought for a while and said softly: "My sister met a man with purple eyes at the market. She seemed very scared. After she came back, she had a high fever..."

"A man with purple eyes?"

Fang Yuan glanced at Pitt and saw that when he mentioned the other party, he was also shocked and couldn't help but feel at ease.

Even if it can make a fudo corpse scared, there are not many people in the family of the night.

‘The demonization has begun. At this time, it is not a question of whether I want to experiment on her. If I don’t do it, Ai Meng will have a half chance of becoming a monster! And, what’s more troublesome is that this is Qinlun, and the holy mountain is not far away!’

He stepped forward and opened a little sheet.

Suddenly, purple patterns were seen on the skin at the bottom of Ai Meng's neck.

A subtle demonic aura has slowly spread out and become more and more intense.

"It must be transferred immediately. Whether it is the next experiment or her depravity, it will release the terrifying demonic aura... I don't want to be an enemy of the entire demon hunter!"

Fang Yuan came to the conclusion seriously.

Immediately, Jock broke in: "Hulk... are you back? I've found several doctors to come!"

"Thank you, but she doesn't need it at the moment."

Fang Yuan closed them politely, without even letting them in and take a look.

After all, the doctor who often deals with witch hunters may also be the former witch hunters. If you go in and discover the abnormality between Aimeng and Pitt, haha...will that be silence? Or silence?

"Prepare a carriage for me and I'm going to take them out of here."

Fang Yuan said in an undeniable tone.

"Okay... OK."

Once he showed a serious look, even Chock did not refute, but obediently obediently.

Fang Yuan returned to the house and glanced at Ai Meng: "She will be fine. I promise you, and put your seal on it. Do you want to be beaten by a group of witch hunters?"

"Will she... become like me?"

Pete glanced at his right hand, and at this moment, suction cups appeared on it, with a strange sense of horror.

"That's just the worst case!"

Fang Yuan said the truth: "I am sure that I can control the power in her body while retaining her human identity."

"Thank you, sir!"

Pete was silent for a moment, and then began to put the metal shackles on his right hand one by one.

"Wear it, it was originally prepared for you."

Fang Yuan threw out two arm rings: "I call them the 'Hidden Ring', which are the lower magic weapons. The only function is to cover up the dark aura on your body. Unless you face to face with the trumpet hunter, you should not be seen through."

After he was ready, he stepped forward, picked up Aimun, and got into a carriage with Pete.

"Leave here, the farther the better."

Accompanied by Fang Yuan's command, the carriage immediately drove and left Qinlun City without any danger.

"Um?"

The smooth process made Fang Yuan a little unexpected.

"Is the devil's intention to inspire her bloodline not to create chaos? A good-minded demon?"

He had an inexplicable premonition.

The existence that activates the bloodline in Ai Meng's body will inevitably come.

But it may not be malice.

...

After the carriage left the city, Fang Yuan threw out a purse and drove away the coachman who had been grateful for it. He drove the carriage himself and embarked on a small road.

After walking for a while, a farmhouse appeared before my eyes.

However, the farm was silent. The farmers who originally cultivated the land, the working peasant women, and even the playing children disappeared. Only a few wild dogs wandered around the village, and all kinds of poultry wandered on the streets unscrupulously.

Seeing this, Fang Yuan sighed.

When the devil besieged the Holy Mountain, he drew a lot of cannon fodder from nearby.

Although I have been hit by the mental spell and still have hope of rescuing it, what if I have been killed or burned to ashes?

This is the sorrow of living for the common people in troubled times.
To be continued...