PFC Chapter 502: Despair spreads! The village chief has fallen and the sky has collapsed!
Chapter 502: Despair spreads! The village chief has fallen and the sky has collapsed!
There were murmurs and cries of disbelief from the crowd.
The fear that had just been extinguished was instantly replaced by another deeper and more complete despair.
For those villagers who were originally just ordinary people and entered the world of aliens because of the self-cultivation furnace,
This power is almost their only means of survival in the new world.
It is their hope to escape from mediocrity and change their destiny.
Now, this hope is also about to be taken away.
A young villager struggled to get up from the ground.
With tears and dirt all over his face, he screamed at Su Chen's back:
"No! We can't do this! This is given to us by the village chief! Why are you taking it away?"
His cry was filled with tears, resentment and helplessness.
"Why?"
Wang Zhenqiu turned around, put his hands in his pockets, with a mocking smile on his face.
"That thing itself is a disaster, you know?
If I don't take it away, what if you lose control of your power one day, or are used by someone to cause even greater chaos?"
Xiao Zizai also stopped and looked at the wonderful expressions of despair on the villagers' faces with interest, and added gently:
“Going back to where you came from, sounds fair, doesn’t it?
If you force something that doesn't belong to you, you will always have to pay a price."
His smile was still warm, but his eyes were icy cold without a trace of warmth.
Clarinet frowned and said nothing.
He just looked at the wailing and crying villagers with a serious look, without any expression on his face.
Su Chen did not make any further explanation. He just left this cold fact behind and continued walking forward.
"Do not--!"
"Give me your power!"
"We don't want to become ordinary people again!"
Behind him, there were even more chaotic cries and desperate roars.
But this time, no one dared to rush forward.
They just collapsed on the spot, uttering weak moans at the receding figure.
For them, the loss of power is more frightening than death.
Jin Yong knelt down on the ground dejectedly, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
He looked at the direction where Su Chen and others left, and his eyes completely lost their luster.
He knew it was all over.
Biyou Village, Ma Xianhong’s utopia, has completely turned into a bubble.
And these followers of theirs could not escape the fate of being reduced to their original form in the end.
Perhaps this is the price they have to pay for following a wrong ideal.
Su Chen and his group did not look back.
Soon it disappeared into the distance, leaving behind only desolation and despair.
It was late at night, and the lights were on in a secluded farmyard that was temporarily requisitioned.
Unlike the hustle and bustle of Biyou Village, this place is exceptionally quiet.
Clarinet leaned against the door frame, silently wiping the cooled clarinet on his arm, looking into the yard with complicated eyes.
Wang Zhenqiu found a stone pier and sat down.
He crossed his legs, hummed a tuneless little song, and glanced towards the center of the yard from time to time.
Xiao Zizai stood in the shadow of the eaves, with his usual warm smile on his face, his hands in his pockets, watching quietly.
In the middle of the yard, Su Chen placed the inconspicuous devouring sac on the ground.
He moved his fingers slightly, and a trace of Qi was injected into it.
hum.
The mouth of the devouring sac glowed faintly, rippling like water waves.
The next moment, three figures were sent out by a gentle force.
Lying on the ground in a mess were Zhang Chulan, Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing who were in coma.
The three of them looked a little disheveled, their clothes stained with dust and unknown stains.
His face was pale, and it was obvious that he had consumed a lot of energy in the self-cultivation furnace or when he was captured, and he might even have suffered some internal injuries.
Feng Baobao immediately came over and squatted beside the three of them.
He poked Zhang Chulan's cheek curiously, then looked at Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing, as if to confirm whether they were still alive.
Su Chen took a look at the status of the three people and said to Feng Baobao beside him, "It's just excessive consumption and some concussion injuries."
He walked over to the three of them, first to Zhang Chulan,
He stretched out his right hand, with his palm covering Zhang Chulan's chest, but without direct contact.
A gentle and vital force slowly flowed out from his palm.
A faint red halo enveloped Zhang Chulan's body.
It’s the red hand of Shuangquanshou!
Zhang Chulan's originally furrowed brows slowly relaxed.
His pale face regained its rosy color at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his breathing became steady and strong.
Feng Baobao widened her eyes and stared at Su Chen's palm without blinking.
He looked at Zhang Chulan's changes again, his eyes filled with pure curiosity.
"Ok?"
Wang Zhenqiu stopped humming and watched the scene with interest.
"Healing? Your method is quite efficient. It is much more comfortable than scraping bones to treat poison."
The smile on Xiao Zizai's face remained unchanged, but a gleam of inquiry flashed in the depths of his eyes, as if he was analyzing the nature of Su Chen's ability.
Clarinet remained silent, but the corners of his tense mouth relaxed slightly.
A few minutes later, Su Chen withdrew his hand, and the golden halo on Zhang Chulan also dissipated.
He then turned to Wang Ye and did the same thing.
Wang Ye's injuries seemed to be less severe than Zhang Chulan's, and he recovered faster.
The originally disordered atmosphere quickly calmed down.
Finally, there is Zhuge Qing.
When the gentle golden light enveloped him, Zhuge Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly.
When Feng Baobao saw Su Chen's hand leave Zhuge Qing, she immediately reached out and poked Zhuge Qing's arm.
"Well……"
Almost at the same time, Zhang Chulan was the first to make a vague sound.
His eyelids struggled a few times and then suddenly opened his eyes.
His eyes were blank at first, then they focused on the night sky above his head and the unfamiliar environment, and he sat up with a start.
"Oh my god! Where is this? Su Chen? Sister Baoer?"
Zhang Chulan rubbed his still swollen head and saw Feng Baobao beside him and Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing who were still lying there.
I saw Su Chen and several other temporary workers again.
"Are we out?"
Soon after, Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing also woke up.
Wang Ye slowly sat up, first closing his eyes to sense his own condition,
I found that the Qi consumed in my body and some discomfort had disappeared.
He opened his eyes in surprise and looked at Su Chen:
"You did it?"
Zhuge Qing propped himself up on the ground and sat up, touching his forehead as usual.
His eyes scanned the surroundings and the crowd sharply.
Finally, his eyes fixed on Su Chen, with obvious surprise and thought in them.
He could clearly feel that not only had his physical strength recovered,
Even the internal organs that were injured in the furnace are now healthy again. This recovery speed is extremely unusual.
"Just wake up."
Su Chen looked at the three people who had regained consciousness, and said calmly,
"Ma Xianhong has been controlled. The matter of Biyou Village is over."
Zhang Chulan let out a long breath, patted his chest, and looked scared:
"It's over? That's good, that's good!
I almost thought I was going to leave it there...
By the way, where is Ma Xianhong?"
Feng Baobao nodded silently and added:
"In the bag."
She pointed at the swallowing sac on Su Chen's waist which had returned to its original state.