An Zheng felt a little confused, so much so that he didn't hear what Tianmu said clearly. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info waited until I wanted to listen to it again, and it was already in the past, and I don't know if there is a replay function......

I've heard of it.

At the beginning, Huo Ye took his lone ancient book and told An Zheng that there are several treasures in the world, which are made of heaven and earth, and cannot be created by human beings. Getting any of these things requires an incomparably huge chance. Now it is in response to what Huo Ye often says...... Fighting for this luck, there is really no one.

It is rumored that it was used by the gods in ancient times to govern the great waters of the world. Legend has it that it only takes a fingernail to cut off a river and fill a lake.

Unexpectedly, this thing has been lost for tens of thousands of years or even hundreds of thousands of years, and it has been obtained by An Zheng. What is the Celestial Grace? This is the Celestial Grace.

An Zheng took out the soil again and asked Tianmu to read it again, but there was not much explanation. Obviously, with the records in the blood beads, it is impossible to interpret the origin and ability of Xi Yang in detail. Although I don't know how to use this thing yet, I will definitely use such a super purple good thing in the future.

An Zheng thought of the hungry ghost who had been killed by himself, and he clasped his hands into fists and bowed: "I just said that I will go south to Daxi, and if I can find out what happened back then on the way, I will definitely avenge you." I also hope that you above the nine heavens and under the nine shadows can guide me. ”

After saying that, An Zheng spilled another pot of wine, and then hit the road again.

The good man seemed more excited, probably because he had found a treasure. One person and one cat opened the way, and the good man lay on An Zheng's shoulder and barked softly from time to time, as if he wanted to talk to An Zheng about something. An Zheng said as he walked that Shanye was really a good listener.

It was already noon when I crossed the mountain, and the sun was hanging in the sky due south. An Zheng stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the world to the south, his heart surging.

It's back, it's back after all.

Although he was just about to set foot on the land of Daxi, An Zheng couldn't calm down in his heart. After all, he used to be a person of Daxi, and he once fought for this country, which has too many marks on him and too many memories of him.

The way down the mountain was much easier, and An Zheng killed a few fierce demon beasts along the way, and took the crystal nucleus of the demon beast and fed it directly to the good man. The good master did not refuse to come to this kind of tonic snack, and the two of them were a bit of a stroll to eat.

When he was about to get to the bottom of the mountain, An Zheng unexpectedly found a stone wrapped in a gold spirit stone, cut it himself, and got a gold spirit stone that could weigh almost thirty catties. It's already a priceless thing, but it's not comparable to Siyang.

This mountain is inaccessible, so it is not unreasonable to find natural treasures. When An Zheng was on the mountain, he found that there seemed to be very few people on the plain in front of him. From a distance, I can only vaguely see a few small villages, and they are far away.

An Zheng frowned slightly, and there was always a bad premonition in his heart. This place is so deserted, how can there be such a sparsely populated place in Daxi? Daxi has been peaceful for many years, so the population has been growing rapidly. The city is prosperous and the countryside is dense, but here it is like the border of Yanzhao and other countries, and it makes people's hearts furry when they look cold and empty.

An Zheng came down from the mountain and found a path, and the grass on the path did not know how many years it had been left to fend for itself, and it was obvious that no one had walked on it for a long time.

He followed the path and walked ahead, and it took him about two hours to reach the nearest village. It is far from the mountain, and the real distance is even farther when you go down the mountain. Although he has just arrived in Daxi, An Zheng must always ensure that he is in the best condition, and he can't waste his cultivation power casually.

When he entered the village, An Zheng didn't feel the slightest bit of human qi. When he was still far away, he saw an old farmer standing there at the entrance of the village, and when An Zheng came closer, the old farmer was still standing in place and did not move. Seeing An Zheng moving forward, the old farmer smiled kindly.

An Zheng clenched his fists and called out to the old man, and asked what kind of place this is. The old man only laughed, but refused to speak. An Zheng didn't say much, and walked into the village after saying goodbye.

The streets are very dirty, but because of this mess, An Zheng's heart is getting heavier and heavier. There is all kinds of garbage on the streets, but there is no domestic garbage. There are fallen leaves, there are weeds, but there is no sign of human life.

An Zheng glanced back at the old farmer standing at the entrance of the village, and always felt that the back was a little weird. When I looked at the old peasant's face just now, this strange feeling was especially obvious.

An Zheng continued to walk forward with caution, and after walking a few steps, several children ran in front of him. The clothes on the children were worn to the extreme, one by one, but they didn't care at all. Laughing and laughing, he quickly ran over from An Zheng.

The doubts in An Zheng's heart were even heavier, these children looked even weirder than the old farmer at the entrance of the village. How could Daxi have such a poor place, and the children didn't even have a good set of clothes? If the family was poor, it would be fine, and these children were facing different things, and obviously they were not from the same family. The wealth of Daxi is unparalleled in the world, and since the people here are also the people of Daxi, how can they be so poor.

An Zheng had the picture of the children laughing just now in his mind, and the only feeling was that the smiles of the children were very fake and stiff.

He continued to walk with confusion and found that the door of a house was open. Inside, there was a naked woman standing next to the well to draw water, she was very dirty, and she looked like it was covered in wind and sand. As if hearing An Zheng's footsteps, the woman looked up, then smiled.

She was undressed, not very old, and a young woman with a delicate figure. But why don't you have a little bit of shame? Why don't you dodge and smile at Ann?

She moved slowly, and seemed to have some difficulty lifting the water out of the well. If it weren't for the fact that she didn't have clothes, An Zheng really wanted to go over and help.

The same feeling, the woman's smile was stiff, as if it had been carved.

Carve?

An Zheng's heart shook violently, he walked quickly to the woman's side, and found some tattered clothes at the woman's feet...... This shows that this woman originally had clothes, but it had been too long, and the clothes had broken and fell off on her own. How many years does it take to get a garment to this point?

How many years has this woman been working here?

She was still smiling, laughing creepy.

An Zheng found that the wrinkles on her face were very unnatural when she smiled, and after saying that she was offended, she took a closer look and found that there were no wrinkles on her face at all, but thin cracks. An Zheng looked at the woman's body again and found that the color was actually wrong. In some places, the complexion is cleaner, and in others, it is very dirty, which is caused by the difference in the time when the clothes come off.

Looking at the dirty area, I also saw fine cracks.

An Zheng turned around and went out, and when he went out, he saw a farmer in the prime of life walking back with a cow, and the farmer's clothes were almost torn, hanging on his body one by one. And the cow behind him...... No head.

The rope is still around the cow's neck, but the cow's head doesn't know where it has fallen. And the farmer didn't care at all, he still walked forward, and when he saw An Zheng, he also laughed, and bowed his head slightly to say hello. As he nodded, an ear suddenly fell off his face.

There was a snap and it shattered.

The farmer didn't feel anything, and raised his head and walked on.

An Zheng squatted down, pinched some broken ears with his hands and looked at them, it was a dry powder-like thing. He leaned in and sniffed it, and vaguely made out the smell of flour.

Noodle people!

An Zheng's heart thumped, and he almost stopped beating at this moment.

What's going on here, and why are there all the noodle people in the village?

The children ran past not far from Anzheng again, still playing. When He An Zheng walked through just now, the scene was almost identical. And the smiles of those little children, there is no change.

An Zheng's heart became heavier and heavier.

He walked briskly back to the entrance of the village, back to the old farmer he had seen at first. When the old farmer saw him, he smiled kindly. Just when An Zheng entered the village, the smile was completely indistinguishable.

An Zheng's hand trembled slightly to touch the old farmer, who did not dodge or dodge like a fool, still maintaining his previous posture. An Zheng's hand wiped the old peasant's face, leaving a trail on his finger.

Noodle people, all noodle people.

An Zheng turned to look around, as if he wanted to see the demon hiding in the shadows. There is definitely an ulterior secret about who created such a village. Behind the existence of this village, there must be something unseemly.

An Zheng walked briskly through the village, entering one courtyard after another, and finally determined that there were a total of 236 people in the village, all of whom were noodle people. Most of them were still intact, but the clothes on their bodies were torn and unshaped, and some of them were like the young woman who was fetching water, and their clothes had fallen off.

A small number of noodles are damaged, but this does not affect movement. It's as if they really have life, doing the same thing over and over again day after day and year after year in this small village. The person who is holding the cow will walk over and over again, the person who fetches the water will fetch water over and over again, and the child who is playing will play over and over again.

There are people in every courtyard, and everyone is doing different things, which shows that the people who created this village in the first place were carefully designed. Since the village has always existed, it means that this person is not going to deceive for a while, and the noodle man does not know how many years have passed now, and he still maintains the action he designed at the beginning, and it is obvious that the strength of the person who created the noodle man is extremely terrifying.

An Zheng quickly left this village and hurried to the next village in the shortest time. Because of the urgency in his heart, the speed of the struggle is also much faster. An hour later, An Zheng appeared in the second village. There is almost no difference between the people here and the people in the village in front of them, they are all noodle people.

Judging by the torn clothes on these people and the degree of color of the face figures, these face figures have been around for at least a few hundred years. What kind of person created these face-to-face people who could exist for hundreds of years and still be active? This person is so terrifying, too murderous.

What is the purpose of the existence of these villages?

An Zheng's mind suddenly thought of the hungry ghost he had killed on Kuocang Mountain...... Tianmu said that the hungry ghost was at least formed by tens of thousands of souls who had starved to death. The time of the Hungry Ghost's existence cannot be accurately determined, perhaps it has something to do with these empty villages with only noodles?

It's just that what has happened in the last few hundred years, and An Zheng doesn't know for any reason!

Such a big case is enough to alarm the Holy Court!

An Zheng's heart twitched again and again, and it hurt. Tens of thousands of people, tens of thousands of originally wealthy Daxi people, were starved to death...... What exactly is this for?!