"Boom--!" A loud noise suddenly came.

The volcano erupted.

The violent sound burst out like the end of the world.

The viscous magma and the hot volcanic ash erupted, like brilliant fire clouds. Gravel and hot gas were smashed at people like swallowing everything.

The air rises, shivering, scorching, bursting...

When the huge rocks and flames hit, Su Mingan waved a knife.

"boom--!"

The fluctuations spread in the space, and the crisis above was temporarily delayed for a second, but the range of the stone falling was too large, and they could not escape.

At this moment, a white light lit up, blocking the gravel that fell immediately.

“Hide behind me—!”

Xixi's mother, Chushan, stood at the end of the team, supported the defensive cover, and protected the children who had no time to escape. The four surviving children followed her, and there was no immortality among them, and he probably had left alone...

Her protective cover is not omnipotent, it can only amplify her defense.

As she faced the heat, her palms became bright red and hot, and even the black hair on her forehead began to burn.

Her fingers were very beautiful, and her ten fingers were slender, as if they had been carefully maintained. But at this time, they began to burn like firewood, their flesh began to roll, and their nails shrank like burnt popcorn.

Her black hair was scattered behind her, and she used to be as smooth as silk, but it was responsible for extraditioning the heat and it had begun to burn and gradually turned into a shattered crumb of carbon black.

Her feet began to get hot, making a strange sound like a fingernail scratching the blackboard. She supported the land so that she could not retreat due to the impact.

Because behind her are her husband and children.

Her husband Sik held her hand, but it was like holding a soldering iron, and his hand was red with a perm.

"Shanshan, you..." Sik took back his hand because he was so scalded. He gritted his teeth and held her hand again.

But Chushan took the initiative to let go of his hand.

With the hot and scorching temperature on her face, she draped a red robe on Xixi with her burnt hands.

The red robe was very wide, almost wrapping Xixi, and her little face was like a touch of white snow in the fire.

"Mother."

Seeing this red robe covered with stitches, Xixi suddenly remembered countless nights, Chishan was busy under the lights.

There was always a small needle and red cloth lit up under the oil lamp until my mother's shadow mixed with the fireworks in the rich twilight.

...Then her eyes met her mother's eyes.

Hikari's eyes were dark, like black pearls, and they were always full of rebukes at her, as if she wanted her to grow up quickly and become the best adult.

Xixi often gets angry with this woman. As the most pampered little princess in the tribe, she will yell for the heavy training tasks and will also shy her face for Hikasan's harsh criticism.

She has been arrogant and willful towards her mother, like an ignorant child.

She never thought that her mother would die.

...

The red mother pulled up her brother, patted him on the shoulder, and touched her head with a faint touch.

Chushan didn't dare to touch them, afraid that the temperature on her body would burn them.

"Mother--!"

But Xixi suddenly stretched out her hand and hugged her, who was red all over.

"Thuh--"

The hot temperature burned Sisi's palms, and her arms began to ulcerate, making a scorched sound, and there were large areas of burns that could not heal.

Chushan turned around, facing the boundless bright red flames.

Her flesh rolled up, her face that was gradually becoming dark, was invisible.

She let go of the defensive cover in her hand.

The cover jumped over her body engulfed by the flames and latched on the children's heads.

"Qiqi, Xixi." She pushed Xixi away and hugged her hand, as if she had torn a piece of muscle with a belt bone: "...You are always the pride of your mother."

Like a pillar inserted into the land, her skin became redder like a watermelon, but she did not take a step back.

The thin body of this mother became tall at this time.

In the bright and bright red, her body bones were touched by the high temperature and were deformed like an old tree.

The long-lasting black mist penetrated the defense cover and kissed her burning black hair.

...

She disappeared in the red.

...

[Current emotional value: 300 (satisfies with more than 500, you can activate the "judgment" skill)]

...

The defense cover still has defense power and can always follow them.

Hikasan injected the last power into the mask, allowing her child to step through this path paved by her life.

During this period, except for Feng Qiqi and Qianqian, the four surviving children died one after another. The temperature here was too high, and the curse surging on them could not withstand this violent fluctuating environment.

Sik kept his head down and was silent. He followed the children like a wooden man, with red scalding on his hands.

Finally, they left the most dangerous range and came to the forest.

There were flames burning in the woods, and the fire had spread here.

Feng Qiqi spit out a mouthful of blood.

His violent coughing was particularly clear in the woods, and a shocking black line appeared on his arms.

His curse had been suppressed once before, and with the fierce battles all the way, it is about to break out again.

"...Brother." Xixi pinched his wrist, her voice almost faintly.

A little hot red robe was draped over her body, and her legs and feet were already weak.

Su Mingan watched all this silently.

Judging from the consequences and the future situation, he already knows what will happen next.

Sure enough, Sike, who had been silent, took a step forward and pulled Feng Qiqi, who had begun to be confused.

He pulled Feng Qiqi hard, pulled Feng Qiqi's trembling hand up, and stuck the back of his neck.

"obedient."

This man who seemed to have suddenly become a teenager after Chushan died, controlling Feng Qiqi who was struggling constantly.

"No -! I don't want it!" Feng Qiqi saw this action and realized what would happen next, so he began to struggle violently.

However, he had become weak and had no power to resist under Sik's men.

Sike stretched his hands back and grabbed Feng Qiqi's hands. The two of them pulled their hands like tug of war. After a while, as Sike exerted force, Feng Qiqi's hand was forced to be on the back of Sike's neck.

Like a child riding on his parents' shoulders and neck, Feng Qiqi leaned on his father's broad back.

He cried bitterly.

The black thread gradually spread from him to Sik.

This is what Chimbel said, among blood relatives, a means of passing curse.

The transmitter can pass his curse onto others by touching the back of his relative's neck, thereby reducing the concentration of his curse.

Sikhe was holding Feng Qiqi's hand forcibly and sharing the power of the curse for him.

...

As Sik passed the curse, the defensive cover on their heads began to break.

The surging flames and hot hot wind began to invade the group of people below.

Su Mingan, who was standing at the end of the team, turned around and held the knife.

He waved a knife upwards.

"boom--!"

The surging flame was cut open by him, and it was leaking to the surroundings as if it was flowing through the sea.

The violently trembling space fluctuated like a defense above, protecting the father and son who were passing the curse. Su Mingan stood in the vibration and heard Feng Qiqi's sob behind him.

"...Dad, I don't want it..."

"Qiqi, you are thirteen years old this year and are not young anymore. When this disaster is over and you go back, you... will atone for all the dead peoples.

We are the inherited family, and we shoulder the task of protecting the people. No matter what... you have to fulfill your duties, and you will atone for the surviving people for the rest of your life."
To be continued...