Chapter 58: The terrifying night of thunder and lightning

After looking at the time, it was almost four o'clock in the morning. After drinking, I encountered the wind and rain all night, and I didn't even feel like I was sleeping a little. I usually get up at five o'clock and just went to see the crazy old man dancing stick. It's only four o'clock now, and Mu Qingshan can't sleep no matter what.

Thinking of it, I just couldn't sleep, so why not go and see the crazy old man. This old man is not bad, but his mind is a bit strange. With such a big storm, there are thunder and lightning in the sky. With his madness, I wonder what he would do?

Mu Qingshan felt a vague feeling that the crazy old man must not sleep like himself at this time. As for what people are doing, he had to go and see it before he knew it. Moreover, the old man made an appointment with him to go and return his clothes in the morning, so the time is not too bad now.

Thinking of this, Mu Qingshan turned over and got out of bed, put the old man's jacket that the crazy old man was wearing, and carried it on his hand in a paper bag, gently opened the door and walked out on tiptoe.

A rapid black shadow swept through the empty Xichu University campus, and the wind and rain remained unabated. The dense raindrops took advantage of the wind and kept coming, leaving and right, making it impossible to avoid it.

But Mu Qingshan never had the habit of bringing an umbrella when he went out, so he had to spread his feet, push his speed to the extreme, and run towards the back door of the school with all his might.

Running wildly in this storm, with lightning and lightning from time to time, sweat mixed with rain. In this dark world, on the one hand, I feel that I am extremely small, and on the other hand, I have the moving illusion of being mixed with this crazy environment.

Mu Qingshan felt so happy that he felt indescribable. Finally, he ran to the back door. With a sudden lightning bolt, he saw the old man's door open from afar and let the strong wind blow the door panel back and forth. Mu Qingshan was shocked and exerted force again and rushed into the crazy old man's doorman.

The room was still so simple that it could be wiped out at a glance. Everything was no different from the daytime, but there was just a crazy old man missing. Mu Qingshan felt nervous and thought to himself whether he really felt wonderful. The crazy old man went out again in the middle of the night and went crazy?

Putting the clothes in his hand on the table, Mu Qingshan walked to the door. At this time, the wind and rain seemed to have become weaker, but the lightning became stronger and stronger. Thunder and lightning were slashing down, and the thunder sounded almost never stopped falling in my ears.

This kind of ghost weather is a bit particular in the countryside. The old people often say that this is the Thunder God who is collecting evil people. Falling thunder is not as good as rolling thunder. The rolling thunder is high above, but falling thunder will kill people at any time. In this kind of weather, farmers usually tie the animals tightly in the circle, and adults and children are not allowed to go out without any urgent matters.

Mu Qingshan himself had seen a big buffalo killed by falling thunder. His whole body was charred and his death was ferocious. At that time, the old man in the village said that this big buffalo must have been a great evil person in his previous life. He was punished by the six realms of reincarnation in this life and was punished by the six realms of reincarnation, but he would be bombarded by the thunder of heaven and his spirit and body. The old people often used this to warn the villagers that they should accumulate virtue and do good deeds and not do evil.

After calculating for a few seconds, Mu Qingshan resolutely rushed into the storm. Whether he would be killed by thunder was a fortune in his previous life. If he didn't look for that old madman in this life, the crazy old man would really die tomorrow morning, and he would feel very uncomfortable.

In addition, Mu Qingshan also had a faint feeling in his heart. It was like feeling that something was calling him, it was purely a mysterious and mysterious sense.

Under the guidance of this induction, Mu Qingshan rushed out of the back door at full speed, ran quickly across the construction site, and ran along the river beach. The thunder sounded in his ears kept rumbling, and the feeling seemed to be urging himself to arrive as soon as possible.

Suddenly, the snow-white light in front of him finally hit the front of him. He knocked a small earth bundle five meters away to collapse, and gravels and pieces of soil flew everywhere. At this moment, Mu Qingshan almost suspected that he was no longer in the world, but was brought back to the prehistoric world by lightning.

After calming down, Mu Qingshan was surprised to find a vague figure standing on a tall earth bun in front not far away. Another lightning flashed down. This time Mu Qingshan could see clearly with the lightning. On the earth peak was the crazy old man holding a long stick.

The soldiers and fighters are all! Arrangements! In front of them! The crazy old man shouted and danced the long stick in his hand as if he was crazy.

As the old man's long sticks danced, the lightning in the sky slashed down one after another, as if there was a kind of pulling in the dark, allowing these lightning to accurately land around the earth peak where the crazy old man was.

The crazy old man sometimes jumped up and smashed, sometimes swept left and right, his footwork and stick techniques complement each other, and the stick moves continued, and then continued. Against the lightning and darkness of lightning, he swept up the shadow of sticks in the sky, mixed with thunder, adding a bit of power.

All this made Mu Qingshan stunned. It turned out that this old man was really capable. His soft stick moves were just taken out to cover up his eyes.

The crazy old man's stick technique became more and more urgent, and the landing point of the lightning in the sky was getting closer and closer to him.

Mu Qingshan hesitated for a moment, and finally ran forward with his teeth.

Every step forward, the psychological pressure will be even greater. God blessed, this is a thunderfall. Thunders and thunders strike from the air with dazzling lightning. Every step forward, you will be one step closer to the center of the thunderstorm. Naturally, the possibility of being hit by the thunderstorm is a little higher. The power of heaven is unpredictable, and this is not a joke.

The more Mu Qingshan moved forward, the more he felt a little regretful. The crazy old man didn't know which string was wrong in his mind. He ran to such a place to dance sticks and could win this kind of god-given grand prize at any time!

It’s great that I hid in the dormitory, but I actually ran to such a place like him! Mu Qingshan hated and scolded, and kept moving quickly towards the Tu Peak where the crazy old man was.

Mu Qingshan didn't think about saving people or something. At first, he was naturally a little scared, but he just bit the bullet and refused to retreat. Fortunately, he was in the thunderstorm for a little while, and after he adapted to his physical senses, he felt an indescribable stimulation.

In this crisis where you may be killed by falling lightning at any time, the potential of human beings is greatly stimulated, and both vision, hearing, and physical strength have been greatly enhanced. Perhaps the most primitive human ancestors are striving to survive in this harsh environment.

At this moment, the crazy old man seemed to enjoy the stimulating pleasure of life and death more than Mu Qingshan. He was yelling with curses and wondering what he was shouting. The stick in his hand danced faster and faster, and the more he danced, he was either poking up or down. This style was simply a standard madman who was against the sky.

Finally, God lived up to everyone's expectations and gave him a very proud thunder. He was impartial and thunderous, and directly blew down at the mad old man on the top of the Tu Peak. A twisted light brush slashed down, illuminating the surrounding Tu Peak like a piece of day.

Mu Qingshan could see clearly under the earthblock. The crazy old man bent his legs together, then jumped high, and miraculously smashed and picked up the long stick in his hand, facing the lightning lightning.

The long stick faced the falling thunder and the lightning danced in the silver snake. There was only a bang. I didn't know what kind of weird material the long stick was made of, which could actually drain the electric light composed of pure energy, and happened to bombard the Mu Qingshan under the mound.

The Buddhist Baye Leaf scriptures are recorded, and a snap of your fingers can be sixty moments. Although the beauty of this moment is short, it is extremely gorgeous. Mu Qingshan has never been so close to such a distance from lightning in his life.

In fact, it was not close. This thick arc fell one meter away from Muqingshan, penetrated into the ground and burst out a deep hole with a diameter of half a meter.

The sand and soil were flying, and the terrifying Mu Qingshan crawled out of the mound in a mess, and the face was inevitable. He stretched out his arms and kicked his feet. Fortunately, all parts of his body were there. If this lightning was pushed forward a little bit just now, I believe that the possibility of becoming a charred corpse would be increased to 99%. As for the one-percent chance of being struck by lightning and then transferred to another time and space, that? Forget it, don't discuss it here.

Mu Qingshan looked up and saw that the crazy old man on the top of the Tu Peak was no longer visible, and then a human-shaped object rolled towards him from top to bottom.

Mu Qingshan opened his arms and caught it. It was the crazy old man who was strong and powerful. Unfortunately, the stick in the crazy old man's hand had turned into wood powder, and only a short piece remained in his hand.

At this moment, the wind and rain have gradually stopped, and the thunderstorm has moved southeastward. The thunder sounds in my ears are getting farther and farther away. Mu Qingshan has no choice but to carry this crazy old man and run towards the back door of the school.

Fortunately, it was pitch black all around, otherwise if someone saw this scene, he might have thought it was a scene like a college student killing someone and carrying a corpse on a rainy night.

He carried the old man to the cottage at the back door, placed it flat on the bed, and tried his breath. Fortunately, the crazy old man still had a breath and could use manpower to fight against Tianwei. He only broke a stick. Mu Qingshan had turned from Shennu to admire him.

After a while, the crazy old man woke up slowly and saw that Mu Qingshan was sitting at the head of the bed. He quickly opened his mouth and screamed.

Seeing that the old man was quite energetic, Mu Qingshan finally let go of his worries. After thinking about it, he finally asked carefully: "Master, you were here just now..."

The crazy old man ignored Mu Qingshan's question, but carefully looked at the short stick in his hand that was struck by lightning. As he looked at it, he couldn't help but burst into tears, and tears fell down.
Chapter completed!