After going down the mountain, Li Jihuang followed them to the village, which made him a little surprised.

The houses in the distance were located in a neat and orderly manner, as if each place was carefully built, and Li Jihuang couldn't even find the difference with the naked eye.

How is this possible? It's just a small village, how can it be built more neatly than Rock Castle? Generally speaking, the houses in the village should not be intricately built, and some are even built next to the mountains, and this small village on flat terrain is too strange.

"Childe, what's wrong?"

Several woodcutters looked at him suspiciously, but Li Jihuang pretended to be stunned and said: "It's nothing, I just remembered the story of a woodcutter and a sheep herder!"

"Oh, I want to hear about it!"

Hearing the story related to the woodcutter, several people were moved and listened to it.

"There was a woodcutter in our village, who went up the mountain every day to cut wood and hunt, and one day, he met a sheep herder, so he went to talk, and before he knew it, the day passed, and the sheep herder drove the sheep home when the sheep were full, but the woodcutter found that he had found nothing!"

"When the woodcutter came home, the wise man of the village asked him, "You are a chopper and a herder, and you have talked with him for a day, and his sheep are full, but where is your firewood?"

Listening to this story, several people were thoughtful and showed repentant eyes.

"Childe is trying to tell us that we must be honest and responsible?"

"And then?"

"Later, the woodcutter chose a time and robbed the shepherd of all the sheep!"

“......”

A few people felt depressed for a while, and their hearts gave birth to the idea of beating the young man, and the other two woodcutters ran to cut down trees and collect wood for fire because of his story, and only the enthusiastic uncle who had first entertained him.

After a while, Li Jihuang followed the woodcutter home, and the woodcutter said that he would go to a banquet to entertain him, and said that he would be introduced to the people in the village tomorrow.

All day long, Li Jihuang was drinking and eating with the woodcutter, and he kept talking at the banquet, but I don't know if the other party hid it too deeply, or because he didn't know anything, he was confused about what to ask, and he didn't know what to ask, so he stopped asking.

At night, the woodcutter fell asleep, and Li Jihuang also lay silently on the bed.

Suddenly, a mist floated in from the window, and Li Jihuang was alert, only to open his eyes, but found that the surrounding environment had changed.

The wind was gusting around, and from time to time a cold wind wafting bone-scraping, and the intact house had long since become a ruined wall, covered with vines and weeds, and his vision was obscured by the fog, and he could not see the surrounding scene very clearly.

"Brother Zhou?"

He called for a while, but he didn't get a response for a long time, and he felt a little puzzled for a while.

Strange, but in the blink of an eye, where did those woodcutters go?

Li Jihuang shook his head, couldn't help but sit up, and planned to go outside to have a look.

Bang......

The bed board didn't seem to be able to bear his weight, and it snapped, and he rolled to the door, his face becoming more and more ugly.

In the living room, there was a table, which was clearly an open-air altar, full of incense, candles, offerings, and some scattered paper money.

"This!"

Li Jihuang felt a little shocked, and couldn't help but look back, his face turned blue.

What houses are there!

By the dim light, he found that the place where he had slept was clearly a tattered coffin, and he crawled out of the tomb.

Suddenly, he glanced around, and his heart was half cold.

These neat and orderly houses have become high and low graves, some luxurious and tall, some simple and short, and invariably covered with paper money.

Slowly, a cold wind blew, and he grabbed a piece of paper money that flew towards him.

"What the hell is going on!"

Li Jihuang's eyes were cold, he just had a drink with this woodcutter and took a nap, how could it become this scene in a blink of an eye!

No, he looked around, walked several times, and found no one, as if there had never been a person here.

In its place, there were only the sacrifices they had eaten before, and the tattered coffin board.

"It's strange, what happened during the time I was napping, why did the whole village disappear all of a sudden!"

Li Jihuang was puzzled and ran towards the place outside the village.

Running and running, it was as if an infinite darkness had gathered and enveloped him.

Slowly, he felt some heaviness in his eyelids, and he passed out.

In a trance, it was as if a beam of light flashed in front of his eyes.

He suddenly woke up and looked around vigilantly, only to find that he was in a cramped place, and his body was squeezed very uncomfortably.

Subconsciously, he walked forward.

As we walked, the passage became more and more wide!

"Strange, I seem to have been to this place?"

Li Jihuang was a little puzzled, and couldn't help but run forward quickly.

Suddenly, a burst of sunlight surrounded him, and the small village in the distance, which was like a paradise, still existed.

At the head of the village, the sound of children frolicking came, from time to time there were old people sitting under the trees talking, and the villagers were carefully cultivating the neat and flat fields, as if nothing had changed!

"Strange, what the hell is going on!"

Li Jihuang had doubts in his heart, but he didn't make a sound and walked down the mountain slowly.

He walked through the mountains and forests on dead branches, and the sound he made attracted the attention of several woodcutters who went up the mountain to cut wood, and they were a little surprised, and could not help asking, "Who are you? Why did you appear in our village?"

"Oh, oh, this uncle, I'm a passing reader, I passed by here because I was disoriented, can you tell me where this is?"

Li Jihuang saluted everyone in a panic, and several people were startled, and hurriedly avoided him, saying: "Scholars are much more noble than us, there has not been a single scholar in our village for so many years, and the son does not have to give us this big gift!"

"Do you know where this is?"

Li Jihuang stopped his panic and looked at them nervously.

"This is Anyuan Village, we have been fleeing the war for many years, young man, how did you come to our village, can you tell me what happened outside!"

The woodcutters were so shocked that they didn't even pick up the wood, and dragged him down the mountain.

"I don't know what's going on, I've been studying at home, and then my family said I was reading dead books, so I went out on a trip, but I met a bandit, got separated from the servants, and somehow got to you!"

Li Jihuang had a worried face: "If my family can't find me, I must be worried that I will die, and the child is not filial!"

"Don't worry, Childe, let's go to our house as a guest first, we haven't had guests in our village for a long time!"

Several woodcutters pulled him and laughed down the mountain.

Looking at a few people, Li Jihuang's eyes were cold, and he wanted to take out the treasure knife to kill a few people, but after a moment of silence, he didn't make a move, but let them lead the way down the mountain.

Descending the mountain, it is still the neat and amazing house.

The woodcutter's house was on the outskirts of the village, and when they entered, no one stopped them.

When they entered the house, the woodcutter set the table for them to sit first, and then ran alone to the front yard to kill the chickens and feast.

Feeling the familiar scene happening, Li Jihuang was a little curious, and quietly walked to the front yard, and saw that the woodcutter was cleaning up the chicken feathers, his forehead was covered with a lot of fine sweat, and he smiled at him after seeing him.

"Brother Zhou, can I go for a walk outside?"

"Murphy, aren't we entertaining well enough, why are you leaving, Childe!"

The woodcutter looked at him nervously.

"No, I have some money here, I want to go to the village to change some things, and it's not good to just eat your things!"

Li Jihuang smiled at him and took out the five copper coins in his arms.

"Childe, when you come to my house, you are a guest, there is a reason for guests to buy things and come to the door, you go back and sit first, I will quickly get the meat in my hand!"

The woodcutter tried his best to dissuade him, and Li Jihuang also wanted to see how the surrounding environment had changed, so he agreed, returned to the house, and chatted with the other two.

"Uncle, is there anything strange happening in your village?"

Li Jihuang didn't eat the food on the table, although his body was filled with the evil resentment that could assimilate all things, but after all, it was a sacrifice of the dead, although he was not afraid, he was not used to eating.

"Strange things? There should be no strange things, but there is a happy event!"

A woodcutter said with a smile: "The richest master of the Zhang family in our village, he has no successor, I heard that it has been a long time since he received his son, and today is the day to celebrate the receipt of his son!"

"Yes, that old man Zhang is rich and powerful, but he has no son, and he can be a righteous son for him, which can be described as a lifetime of glory and wealth, but it is a pity that he only accepts children who have not been born for a long time, otherwise we old bones will have to give it a try, hahaha!"

The other two were silent for a moment, and then laughed again, Li Jihuang saw the clue, and did not interrupt silently, but pondered quietly.

Why hadn't he heard of these things before, because the two of them had gone to chop wood after listening to the story he had told them and had not come to drink together, so he hadn't said it, or was it because he hadn't asked before, or because things had changed?