Chapter 187 Village
Everyone else was blown away by the wind?
No, with the cultivation of Wang Li Nian, Ji Xingwang and others, they will not be blown away by the wind.
This is more like, including myself, everyone has been teleported and transferred to other places.
Li Ang looked left and right, the mountain trails he had come from had disappeared, the moon and stars could not be seen in the sky, and the birdsong from the depths of the dense forest seemed to have been reduced in volume due to the thick fog, making it appear somewhat distorted.
"Although there are many kinds of strange mutations, they can be roughly divided into two types. One is completely irregular, comparable to the crazy dream produced after eating poisonous mushrooms."
Li Ang said silently: "The second type is that there are rules to follow, and sometimes it is quite normal. For example, the phantom of the city in the blood river."
From the perspective of a monk, the second type of weirdness is undoubtedly easier to deal with than the previous one.
But if the changes in this place have a certain sense of self-awareness, can detect the emergence of monks, and choose to divide and disintegrate, and break down one by one, it will be worse.
"I didn't see the contact fireworks launched by other people in the sky. It may be that I am too far away from them, or they may be too busy to take care of themselves. Either way, there is no reason to waste a limited number of fireworks."
Li Ang thought for a moment, climbed up the tree and looked into the distance, but the distance was also covered by thick fog, making it impossible to see the scene clearly.
He had no choice but to fall back to the ground, and took out the compass prepared in advance from his arms. The pointer rotated in situ, unable to indicate the direction.
"Tsk, no surprise."
Li Ang put away the compass, casually picked up a thick long wooden stick that was broken by the wind, and threw it into the air.
Snapped.
The wooden stick fell to the ground and pointed obliquely in one direction.
"Then let's go this way."
Li Ang picked up the wooden stick, used the stick as a sword, brushed a sword flower, and strode forward, humming the melody of the strong song.
"Facing thousands of waves with pride, blood like the red sun, gall like iron, bones like fine steel, ambitious and far-sighted, hey, ha—"
Humming the melody of the song all the way, the road ahead was going down gently. After walking a certain distance, the trees became less and less, the fog was a little thinner, the visible range expanded, and the sky seemed to light up, and the sun was shining brightly, just like in the evening.
Is this a village?
Li Ang stood on a rock and looked down. He saw buildings erected in the valley in the distance. Most of them were relatively new. There were triple courtyards and quadrangle courtyards, and some were several high-end houses.
As for the standard low brick houses in mountain villages, there are fewer and more remote distribution.
"Brother Road?"
A soft and hesitant voice came from the side, and Li Ang turned his head to look, only to see a woman wearing a veil walking out of the woods, looking at him hesitantly.
"It's me. Your name is Guan Anyan, right?"
Li Ang recognized the other party. The veiled woman was Ji Xingwang's disciple and Chu Haoman's junior sister. According to the inn, she had the innate ability of divination and could predict bad luck.
"Um."
Guan Anyan hesitated for a moment and asked, "Your Excellency was singing just now?"
Li Ang nodded and said, "Yes, is there a problem?"
"Well"
Guan Anyan hesitated and said, "I think the safest thing to do in the midst of strange changes is to hide yourself first."
"Oh, I was thinking, since this place can teleport everyone separately, it may mean that it has some kind of intelligence,"
In the middle of singing, he suddenly stopped, and he could still seduce the other party who couldn't hold back and continued to sing along. "
"ah?"
Guan Anyan looked confused, "Yes, is there such a thing?"
"Yes, I have a friend who is an executioner. Every time he executes an execution, he must sing an opening song in full, otherwise he cannot be beheaded."
Li Ang said casually: "The others seem to have dispersed because of the earthquake and strong wind just now.
Can you divination where they are? "
"Let me try."
Guan Anyan closed her eyes and held her breath for a while. The veil floated gently, revealing a face with mottled skin, white and gray.
"no."
Guan Anyan opened his eyes, raised his hand to smooth the veil, and said softly: "I can't see their exact location, but they should be in this area. And there seem to be living people in the village."
"Are you alive?"
Looking down at the village below, Li Ang could vaguely see some villagers wearing coir raincoats, carrying hoes and other agricultural tools, leaving the farmland and heading for the village built by the mountains.
According to Yu Shusheng's previous statement, no one has settled in this Qishui depression for hundreds of years. If Li Ang and the others were not teleported to other places, then there must be problems with these "villagers" at the foot of the mountain.
"I'll go down to see the situation, you can stay here and wait for others, or you can follow me."
Li Ang felt confident that the Mosi avatar had no aura fluctuations, waved his hand, walked down the boulder, and headed down the mountain, while Guan Anyan hesitated for a moment, and chose to follow.
"I'll see the villagers later, if they can communicate, I will negotiate - claiming that we are tourists from other places, and we are here to look for our missing friend Chu Haoman."
Li Ang gave a simple order to Guan Anyan, came to the country road, straightened the scarf under the bamboo hat, and raised his hand to stop a villager in coir raincoat, "Hi old man, my sister and I are here."
Before Li Ang could finish speaking, the wrinkled coir raincoat villager, who looked fifty or sixty years old, walked over with a **** expressionlessly, as if he didn't hear Li Ang's words.
“.”
Li Ang raised his eyebrows, and followed up relentlessly, changing his dialect, "Laoxiang, my sister and I are here to find someone, can you show me the way?"
The coir raincoat villagers passed by indifferently, without even looking at Li Ang.
Deaf? Still do not communicate with outsiders?
"Old man,"
Li Ang took out a handful of gold leaves from his bosom, fanned them in front of the villagers, and took out the wooden stick in his other hand, "Old man, this is money, can you point me to the money?" Lu, these are all yours."
The coir raincoat villager finally turned his head to look at Li Ang, his eyes were numb, and he said in a low and hoarse voice, "Leave, you are not welcome here."
finally spoke.
Li Ang's heart moved. He was not afraid that the other party's attitude would be bad, but he was afraid that he would not be able to communicate at all. He immediately said, "Why don't you welcome us? We are just here to find a friend. When we find someone, we will leave on our own without disturbing you. .
The so-called traveling all over the land of China, the beautiful and colorful Dingzhou, fellow, you have to consider the image of Dingzhou."
Before the words fell, a series of intensive Haotian bells sounded in the village,
dangdangdangdang—
All the villagers carrying farm tools on the road stopped together and looked towards the village on the mountainside.
The next second, all the villagers rushed along the mountain road with their heads buried, scrambling to the village, as if something terrible would happen if they couldn't enter the village before the bell stopped.
(end of this chapter)