The End Times as a Song

Chapter 52 Kneeling as punishment

"Huang Yunlan, you brought me here just to see this?"

Tu Shanyan took a few steps and stopped far away from the old locust tree. Pointing at the small white flower in front of him, he said impatiently.

"Yes, Brother Tushan. Come and take a look at this little flower."

Huang Yunlan beckoned to Tu Shanyan, who kicked at the loose stones and gravel on the ground and walked over with dissatisfaction.

"What's so interesting about a little white flower?"

Tu Shanyan walked up behind Huang Yunlan and glanced at him with a very perfunctory attitude.

"Brother Tushan, take another look. Don't you think this little white flower is strange?"

Huang Yunlan turned to Tu Shanyan and said seriously, asking Tu Shanyan to look carefully.

"What's so strange about it?"

Tu Shanyan walked to Huang Yunlan's side, lifted the corner of his clothes, squatted down, and looked at him.

"Look at this, this little white flower has no roots, no stems, no leaves, yet it can bloom. And look at this, the purple and red spots on it, and the blood of the demon race on it. Don't you find that strange?"

Huang Yunlan gave Tu Shanyan a reasoned and well-founded analysis.

"What's so strange about that? Aren't those purple dots my demon blood?"

Tu Shanyan casually flirted with the little white flower.

"Your blood?"

Huang Yunlan thought he had misheard and asked Tu Shanyan again to confirm.

"That's right, it's mine! Huang Yunlan, are you blind? Didn't you see I'm covered in wounds! The purple blood on the little white flower is my demon blood, Tu Shanyan's! Can't you even smell my demon blood?"

Tu Shanyan suddenly spoke to Huang Yunlan in a sharp and serious tone.

"But Brother Tushan, it's not just about demon blood on this. Smell it, there's also the aura of a secret technique!"

"Secret technique? What secret technique?"

"I don't know either?"

"You can even smell the aura of a secret technique?"

"Hmm...! I can't quite put my finger on it...! But I'm certain this is the residual aura of a secret technique!"

"Huang Yunlan, what nonsense are you spouting? I almost believed you! You can't even smell my scent, but you can smell the scent of a secret technique."

“Brother Tushan, this really is a secret technique…! However, with my current cultivation level, I haven’t been able to figure out which clan’s secret technique it is.”

When it came to secret techniques, Tu Shanyan nervously tried to fool Huang Yunlan, but Huang Yunlan wouldn't take the bait.

Tu Shanyan's eyes darted around a couple of times, then he helplessly sipped his saliva and awkwardly turned his head away. He had wanted to make up some excuse to fool Huang Yunlan, but he hadn't expected Huang Yunlan to be so difficult to fool.

To everyone's surprise, the little white flower in front of them made a strange sound. The little white flower kept making a "sizzling..." tearing sound, and it was growing bigger at a speed of a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times. Suddenly, a strong wind rose and golden light flashed, catching Tu Shanyan and the others off guard.

Tu Shanyan shielded his eyes from the gale and the bright light with his hands, but was forced back several steps by the gale. He suddenly steadied himself and a bluish-silver halo appeared on his hand as he cast the spell.

Seeing this, Huang Yunlan immediately cast a spell, a brownish-yellow halo appearing in his hand to block the onslaught of the gale. Huang Yunlan lost his footing and stumbled back several dozen steps. Swept into the air by the gale, Li Luo, seeing this, raised her small hand, a demon-binding rope appearing in it. She threw it at Huang Yunlan, pulling him back. Losing the wind's support, Huang Yunlan crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Huang Yunlan shakily stood up, wiping the blood from his mouth with one hand and shielding his eyes from the blinding light with his sleeve with the other.

"What's going on, Brother Tushan...?"

Huang Yunlan asked Tu Shanyan a question.

"How do I know what's going on?"

Tu Shanyan replied to Huang Yunlan, puzzled.

"No way! Brother Tushan, that little white flower has your demon blood on it. How can you say you don't know?"

"But I really don't know what happened! How am I supposed to explain it to you?"

"Now what?"

Huang Yunlan turned his head away speechlessly. Li Luo stepped forward to help Tu Shanyan out of the predicament.

"Are you two okay?"

Li Luo stepped forward to help Tu Shan Yan up, asking him with concern. Huang Yun Lan, however, was left standing to the side. Huang Yun Lan, unwilling to give up, sent a signal to Li Luo for comfort. Li Luo pretended not to see and continued to support Huang Yun Lan.

"Young Master Li Luo, what about me? Can you help me up too? I was the one who just coughed up blood."

Huang Yunlan suddenly became anxious and called out to Li Luo.

"Li Luo, I'm fine...! Don't mind Huang Yunlan."

Tu Shanyan looked at Li Luo.

"Ah Yan, what's going on?"

Li Luo glanced at Huang Yunlan, and Huang Yunlan sensed the unfair treatment in Li Luo's eyes.

"Li Luo, I really don't know!"

Tu Shan Yan replied to Li Luo with great frustration. Li Luo also sensed Tu Shan Yan's frustration, so she patted Tu Shan Yan's shoulder to comfort him, and Tu Shan Yan finally regained some of his spirits.

"Ah Yan...! Do you think it's possible that this is a side effect of the secret technique?"

Li Luo spoke with conviction.

Now that you mention it, it's actually quite possible.

Tu Shanyan looked at Li Luo as if waking from a dream. Then another problem arose. Faced with such a predicament, Li Luo raised the question that had been bothering her.

"Now what?"

"First, protect yourself. What else can you do?"

Tu Shanyan pushed aside Li Luo's hands that were supporting him and continued walking forward. He looked closely and saw that the little white flower in front of him was growing bigger and bigger, and slowly cracked open. Then a shock wave shot out, emitting a dazzling light.

Tu Shanyan instinctively used his hands to block the intense light and shockwave, taking several steps back. After the shockwave dissipated, the intense light also disappeared.

Lin Moshi appeared in front of Tu Shanyan, with the little black ball standing on Lin Moshi's shoulder, looking quite majestic.

"How come it's you...?"

Lin Moshi also showed an unexpected expression when he saw Tu Shanyan.

"It's you...? What are you doing here?"

Tu Shanyan lowered his hands, which had been protecting his eyes, and through the blur, he recognized the person as Lin Moshi. This was their second meeting, and Tu Shanyan still felt a strange hostility towards Lin Moshi. Tu Shanyan's expression was unfriendly from the moment he saw Lin Moshi, and he asked him coldly and sternly.

"Ah Yan, you two know each other...?"

Li Luo turned her head and looked at Tu Shan Yan curiously, asking him a question.

"Hmm...! He's a member of the God Clan. He saved Huanhuan a few days ago in Chifeng. We met once before."

Tu Shanyan unceremoniously recounted to Li Luo the entire process of how he met Lin Moshi.

"A god...! What is he doing here...?"

Li Luo, puzzled, turned her gaze to Lin Moshi.

"I don't know either...! It probably doesn't mean anything good."

Tu Shanyan stared intently at Lin Moshi, his eyes filled with hostility.

"I think so too."

Li Luo responded to Tu Shan Yan's words cooperatively. Tu Shan Yan and Li Luo glared at Lin Mo Shi with shared hatred. An inexplicable hostility spread between them.