The fire in the factory was brought under control shortly after.
Several firefighters lay in the adjacent green belt.
Although there was a sudden explosion this time, fortunately, there were no major casualties.
After Ye Ying left, the mass of black mist also departed.
As it left, the black mist had transformed into a small wisp of gray mist.
It seemed as if a gust of wind would scatter it.
The live stream camera followed it.
It drifted slowly through the air, as if heading somewhere.
Seeing this, the viewers in the live stream finally came back to their senses, taking a deep breath.
They had almost forgotten to breathe just moments ago.
A gust of wind blew, and they felt their faces were sticky, realizing their eyes were dry, having cried.
What is this thing?
Boo hoo, the streamer isn't here to guide souls, why do I still not have enough tissues!
You just need to protect what you want to protect, and I will protect you.
I hope there are no more explosions! No more emergency calls!
The viewers thought they wouldn't need tissues this time, but their tears simply wouldn't stop.
Their own began to flow.
From some traces at the moment of the explosion, it could be seen that Ye Ying had initially intended to turn back.
But in the next moment, she stopped again.
Not because of anything else.
But because there was someone behind her.
In such a situation, her body, her consciousness, chose to protect.
Although in the end, no one died.
The viewers, however, couldn't help but feel a sting in their noses.
Because.
In this great fire, they had witnessed another guardian.
Watching it gradually thin and fade from a mass of black mist.
Listening to its pained cries as it was burned by the flames.
Those wails echoed in their minds.
Making it impossible for them not to care, not to grieve.
Even if it wasn't human.
However, its actions were worthy of their respect!
Worthy of the tears they shed!
They were deeply moved and stimulated from the bottom of their hearts.
At the same time, they were also curious.
Where was it going?
My daughter said to get some ink to paint it darker so it won't be blown away by the wind.
Why would it do this, and how did it manage it?
Jiang Lin followed the gray mist, remaining unseen.
Since the executor of the fate change had been found, there was no need to continue following that girl.
Suddenly, Jiang Lin, flying in the air, cast a subtle glance at the city below.
In a corner of the city.
A tall, thin man with a small mustache sat at the entrance of an alley.
He wore a black robe, with Tai Chi Yin Yang symbols on the sleeves.
He had a certain presence.
"Selling talismans, selling talismans~ Talismans for exorcism, talismans for protection, all available!"
In front of the tall, thin man's stall, a boy of thirteen or fourteen stopped.
He exclaimed in surprise, "There are actually people selling talismans here?!"
The tall, thin man said proudly, "Don't you dare not believe it, there are so many ghosts nowadays. Have you watched the live stream 'Daily Healing in the Underworld'?"
The boy nodded, "That live stream is quite famous."
"Then that's right! These are precious talismans for exorcism and protection, which ordinary people can't get!"
"Oh~ That's amazing!"
Jiang Lin glanced and then withdrew his gaze, continuing to follow the gray mist ahead.
The gray mist gradually drifted away from the city and into the wilderness.
This area was sparsely populated, with many mounds resembling graves.
Perhaps it was because the sun wasn't out.
A gentle breeze blew, making the place desolate.
And somewhat eerie.
My mom used to tell me about this place, saying there were some strange things here and told me not to play there.
Last time I went cycling with friends, we passed by here, and I didn't feel anything, it was quite cool.
Why do I feel a bit strange, like if I walked there alone, I'd disappear?
The viewers in the live stream looked at this place and instinctively rubbed goosebumps on their arms.
They turned up the air conditioning in their rooms a little higher.
If this continues, they might save on electricity bills watching live streams in the future.
As they watched, they felt a chill all over.
In the picture, the gray mist drifted left and right, as if searching for something.
The next moment, it flew behind a raised mound.
It crouched there quietly, motionless.
The viewers felt like a little ghost waiting to scare people at night.
The master painter picked up his brush and made a stroke.
In less than a minute, a Q-version little ghost image appeared.
Not bad, it was quite cute.
After that, the mass of gray mist became still, as if asleep.
Many viewers went to eat, while others engaged in their own activities.
They kept the live stream playing while doing other things.
Those who had nothing else to do sent gifts.
The wealthy sent a "plane," while the less fortunate sent a few yuan, just to pass the time.
The sky gradually darkened.
The live stream feed began to change.
Small black things started appearing from nowhere and swirling in the air.
As night fell, the small black things increased, circling over the mounds.
Accompanied by a faint whimpering sound entering the live stream.
Beep.
The viewers in front of the screen immediately turned off the air conditioning and even wanted to grab a blanket.
They felt their bodies getting colder and colder.
Just then, the small gray mist crouching behind the mound moved.
It locked onto a lone small black ball and rushed towards it fiercely.
*Ah-woo!*
It swallowed it whole.
The body composed of gray mist wriggled a few times, as if chewing.
After chewing, the mass of gray mist rushed towards another small black ball.
Again, with a *ah-woo*, it swallowed it.
As the number of swallowed small black balls increased, its body began to change from gray to black.
It transformed little by little.
Its shape also began to grow, doubling in size from its original basketball size.
Just as the viewers thought it would keep swallowing, the mass of black mist suddenly stopped in mid-air.
It began to shake violently, constantly changing into various shapes.
Sometimes like a ferocious ghost extending its claws, sometimes like a ghost child with sharp horns.
"Kill her, kill her!"
"For humanity, what good is it to consume yourself?"
"Destroy this place, I want to see rivers of blood!"
"No, no! I want to protect her, I can't hurt her!"
"Eight years, that's enough! Don't be entangled by those things, let yourself go!"
From within the black mist, voices emerged.
There were voices of the elderly, children, men, and young girls.
They argued, and the black mist continued to change.
"I want to become stronger, I want to protect her forever!"
The black mist fiercely charged at those small black balls, swallowing them one by one.
Its body rapidly expanded.
"You will die, abandon yourself, only then can you become stronger, much stronger!"
"I just want to become stronger, just to protect her!"
"Then let yourself go, and let us in!"