Chapter 26 Tragic! The common man is angry!
"Brother Xuan, it doesn't look like it's as chaotic as the director just said. There should be nothing going on in the shanty towns."
The two of them had already reached the lower city area. At this moment, at a glance, although the streets were a bit messy, they were actually not bad.
Lu Xuan also relaxed a little and smiled:
"Yeah, but I'd better hurry back to avoid any accidents. I just want to report that I'm safe, so that everyone won't worry."
"I just don't know how my dad is doing." Wu Xiaoxu suddenly became worried.
Lu Xuan was silent for a moment, and couldn't help but think of the earth-shaking sword light before, the huge ancient chariot that fell, and the familiar voice.
When he was about to say something, his expression suddenly changed.
"That is."
Wu Xiaoxu followed Lu Xuan's gaze and saw fire rising into the sky, and heard noises and cries, not too far away.
"Huh?" He said stupidly, "There's a fire somewhere. No!"
Wu Xiaoxu trembled and stammered:
"That's it, that's the shanty town?"
Lu Xuan's expression changed again, he grabbed Wu Xiaoxu, carried him, and stepped on him violently!
‘Boom! ! ’
The ground cracked, ferocious air waves erupted, the young man's figure rushed out, and a strong wind suddenly arose!
The journey that originally took half an hour was covered in just two or three minutes!
Stopping at the entrance of the shanty town, the two teenagers looked around blankly. They heard the sounds of crying, wailing, burning flames and the collapse of wooden houses.
They walked blankly in the narrow streets, and their noses were filled with not only the sour smell, but also a strong smell of burning.
"In front!" Wu Xiaoxu trembled, pointing to the open space in the center of the shantytown ahead, confused: "What on earth happened."
Lu Xuan didn't speak, but quickened his pace and soon approached.
He glanced around blankly, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he wanted to speak, but nothing came out.
The muddy ground was covered with bloodstains, and all the familiar neighbors were paralyzed on the ground. Some were sobbing, some were crying, some were beating the ground, and some were stunned.
The houses on both sides were set on fire, with flames reaching into the sky, accompanied by the sound of roof beams collapsing and waves of hot air billowing.
This scene made Lu Xuan feel as if he had returned to Qianlong City seven years ago.
"What on earth happened?" He whispered to himself, looking at the burning wooden house, and his heart gradually became angry.
"Boy Lu Lu?" A familiar sad voice sounded, it was Butcher Zheng.
Butcher Zheng was also slumped on the dirt floor at this time, his face and body were covered in blood, his legs were twisting strangely, and Mrs. Zheng was nowhere to be seen.
Lu Xuan stepped forward with a bang. After seven years, panic was once again written on his face.
"Uncle Zheng, you."
He shed tears unconsciously.
"You're back?" Butcher Zheng didn't answer. He just said blankly: "It's good that you're back. It's good that you're back."
"What on earth happened!" Lu Xuan struggled to squeeze out a low roar from his throat, his eyes a little red: "Sister-in-law Zheng, where is Auntie Zheng?"
Butcher Zheng didn't speak, he just smiled miserably and his eyes were blank.
On the side, a young man spoke with difficulty and replied:
"They burned down the houses, looted money, kidnapped most of the women, broke the legs of all those who resisted, and......"
As he said that, he looked not far away, and his eyes were full of tragedy.
Lu Xuan subconsciously followed his gaze, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
"Fifth Grandpa!" He almost screamed.
The old man who used to be very kind was now nailed to the broken wooden house, his legs were stained with blood, and he was dying.
The young man said blankly:
"Those people dragged Xiaobao away and humiliated him. Grandpa Wu climbed up to stop him, and then"
Lu Xuan's nose was sore, and his legs and hands were shaking unconsciously.
Xiaobao, he recognized, was the granddaughter of the fifth grandfather. Every time he saw him, he would happily call out "Brother Xuan". Every year during the Chinese New Year, he would serve a small bowl of dumplings to every household, and the bowl he served to him Dumplings are always the biggest.
"Xiaobao was fine at the time, but now he has been taken away, and I'm afraid he will end up." The young man said softly.
Lu Xuan's heart ached for a while, and the tragedy seven years ago and seven years later overlapped, like a big mountain, pressing down hard.
"Why is this happening?" Lu Xuan muttered to himself blankly.
Seven years ago, I had parents, grandparents, and my life was peaceful and beautiful. I had three meals a day, food, clothing, housing, and transportation until the massacre.
Seven years later, what I love most is walking on the long streets of shantytowns, smelling the smoke of fireworks, greeting neighbors, and rushing through doors. Although I am poor, I still have a smile on my face until the fire.
It's all a man-made disaster.
"Put out the fire!" Butcher Zheng seemed to have come to his senses at this moment and grabbed Lu Xuan's trouser leg: "Quickly put out the fire. Their lives will have to go on. If the fire continues to burn, their place to live will be gone!"
"Yes, yes!" Lu Xuan wiped away his tears and pushed Wu Xiaoxu awake, saying, "Put out the fire!"
Both of them staggered to find water, but where was it?
Even if there is, how can we pour out the monstrous fire in front of us? ?
The two ran to the intact wooden house, picked up buckets of water, and poured it into the fire. However, they did not cause the slightest ripple, and the fire gradually grew stronger.
After running back and forth a few times, Wu Xiaoxu collapsed on the ground, wailing almost like a collapse.
Lu Xuan also cried, but the tears became less and less, and eventually, the tears dried up.
"Firefighting."
he murmured.
Standing in the open space, my thoughts were spinning as fast as possible. If there is a way, there must be a way.
Looking up at the sky, there are dark clouds in the sky, but there is not enough moisture to allow rain to fall.
"steam!"
Lu Xuan seemed to have remembered something, stretched out his palm, visualized the seventy-six Dao characters, and spoke with sobs:
"Mediation. Good fortune!"
At this time, it had only been more than a day since the last time he used mediation to create fortune, and his spirit had not recovered at all, but he didn't care, forced overdraft, and forced to activate this great magical power.
For a moment, as Lu Xuan's waist lowered lower and lower, only a drop of dew appeared between his palms.
"I hope it works. It must work."
The rice created by the mediation of creation is innate rice. Once one grain is taken into the stomach, it is comparable to great medicine, with a mighty surge.
Are those dewdrops also innate water?
The innate water may add a bit of moisture to the clouds and mist above the head, causing a heavy rain?
Lu Xuan took a deep breath, held the dewdrop, tried his best, pointed it at the sky, and threw it violently.
The water droplets soared into the sky and disappeared into the clouds.
He stared blankly at the sky and murmured:
"It's raining. It's raining. It's raining!!"
"It's raining!!!"
It's raining.
It was pouring rain.
The flames soaring into the sky were suppressed, gradually getting lower and lower, until they disappeared completely, leaving only the green smoke rising from the burnt charcoal.
The young man stood in the pouring rain, with a smile of surprise on his face, until his face was filled with tears and rain, until his face became expressionless.
At some point, an extra sword appeared in his hand. The sword had three sides and five sections and five rings.