In doubt, Lu Chen walked slowly on the path in the village. It was almost dawn, and many peasant households came out of their homes and went to the fields to do farm work with pickaxes and sickles. Occasionally, when I meet familiar neighbors, they will all get together, chatting excitedly about the harvest of the year, which looks no different from an ordinary village. But Lu Chen used his divine sense to feel it, and he was surprised to find that the farmers and aunts in the village who appeared in front of him were all good cultivators, and they had to have at least seven levels of qi training.

The only thing that made Lu Chen feel puzzled was that there was a trace of blood qi hidden in each breath that was very difficult to detect, as if it was planted with essence blood.

If it had been placed in the past, no matter how powerful Lu Chen was, he would not have been able to detect this, but since he sucked the blood bodhi, Lu Chen had a special perception of blood qi.

From this, Lu Chen was sure that these characters such as farmers and aunts were not cultivators who had cultivated step by step at all. I am afraid that someone used the essence blood as a guide to set up blood spirits to control these humans who looked no different from mortals, and forcibly improved their abilities to make them have mana.

Such a practice can forcibly make mortals become cultivators, but the abominable thing is that the lifespan of mortals will be greatly reduced. If you don't protect your body with your essence and blood all the time, I'm afraid that these people's lives will even last a few years.

"This is the Blood Slave. The old man felt it for a while, and said categorically: "It's just that these people should be divided into several or dozens of parts by a person who divides a drop of essence blood, forcibly controls the souls of these people, and uses the essence blood to affect their minds, so that these people only obey someone's orders, there is nothing wrong in the method, but it is too inferior." It seems that the people who enslaved the blood slaves only scratched the surface of the word. ”

"But ......," the old man said, "It's best to use these mortals as eyeliner, they have mana, and ordinary people can't see it." Heh, if someone suddenly appears here, I'm afraid they will be discovered by the person in charge here as soon as possible. ”

Sure enough, as soon as the old man Qijing's words fell, a monk in a red robe walked out of a farming household, his steps were very slow, but his purpose was very clear. As he walked out of the other side of the wooden door, his gaze fell on Lu Chen. Similarly, this person also wore a square scarf on his face.

"They are all red-shirted friars, and they should be deacons of some part-of-the-road. Lu Chen learned from Yan Xing's memory that the identity of the red-shirted monks was only one type of deacon, and each red-shirted monk was only responsible for managing two monks with a lower status than him, such as the black-robed and gray-robed two people he met before.

Lu Chen didn't speak, and stopped to look at the red-shirted monk who was walking towards him.

The man approached, looked at it for a moment, and suddenly said, "Why are you alone?"

Lu Chen didn't know who this person was, and Yan Xing didn't have this person in his memory, but with his understanding of the "Mask" organization, since the two were both red shirts, their status was the same. So, Lu Chen said in a disdainful tone: "Things have changed, there is no need to reveal it to you, take me to see the hall master." ”

The head of the hall is a steward of a higher status than a deacon.

The man really didn't say anything, Lu Chen deliberately covered his chest when he spoke, showing an injured appearance, the man didn't suspect anything, but said with some displeasure: "The hall master is very busy now, come with me." ”

With that, the man turned around and went back to the farmer's courtyard.

Lu Chen was puzzled, but he didn't dare to disobey, so he could only follow hard.

Entering the small courtyard, the man stood quietly for a while, and then walked under an old banyan tree that needed to be surrounded by two people and turned around twice.

Lu Chen only heard a roaring sound, and a tunnel leading to the underground was revealed in the corner of the wall not far away.

Following the man, Lu Chen entered the tunnel, and after passing through a narrow corridor about dozens of meters long, Lu Chen came to an extremely spacious underground palace.

There was no lavish decoration in the palace, and the walls were all gray and earthy, except for a few figures scattered around the walls, some wearing gray and black robes, all with their faces covered, and two in red robes. Seeing Lu Chen come in, suddenly a red-clothed man on the right side walked over, choked out a flying sword and hit the back of Lu Chen's head, and asked, "Who are you?"