After a night of carnival, Bameng returned to the calm and coldness of the past, Zhongli said goodbye to Menghao Meng Yao, and began the journey to Bameng's ancestral village with Yuan Mu, who had entrusted the affairs of the village to other clan elders.

The rainforest in the early morning was not as hot as before, and Yuan Mu walked ahead with a familiar car, talking to Zhongli from time to time, completely ignoring the dangers of this primeval rainforest.

In fact, it is not worth taking it to heart, as a great master of martial arts, and the Miao family who grew up in the mountains since childhood, this rainforest is no different from his own back garden for Yuan Mu, those poisonous snakes and beasts that make people fear tigers, in his eyes, most of them are walking food and wine-making materials.

Picking a poisonous snake away, Yuan Mu looked at the vine-entangled and wood-lined road in front of him, shook his head, turned to look at Zhongli behind him, and said: "I went to explore once a few years ago, and it took a lot of effort to open this path, but I didn't expect it to be blocked again, but fortunately, the distance is not very far, even if we move forward while opening the road, we can arrive tomorrow evening." ”

"Hmm!"

Zhongli nodded, and didn't feel much surprise, Miao Jiang in ancient times was a standard poor mountain and bad water, and there were not many places suitable for people to live, plus each clan had a deep regional concept, and it was very resistant to people from other clans entering their territory, so even if Bameng's ancestor suffered a great disaster, he would not move too far.

In fact, even if Bamon's ancestors wanted to fly away, they were powerless, and half of the strength of the clan was lost, leaving only a group of old and weak women and children, and there was not much food reserves.

Therefore, the distance between Ba Meng and the ancestral village is not very far, and according to the speed of Zhongli and Yuan Mu, it will not be difficult to arrive tomorrow evening.

With Yuanmu opening the way in front, Zhongli was also happy to be idle, and turned the live broadcast camera to him, so that the great master of the Miao family could take everyone to experience the thrill and wonder of this primeval rainforest, and Yuanmu also became Zhongli's "anchor" without knowing it.

Not to mention, Yuan Mu, the anchor who leads the class, is much more conscientious than Zhongli, constantly explaining the culture and customs of the Miao family, the inheritance and history of Gu Master and Wu Zhu, as well as various legends and myths that circulate in the folk.

In this way, along the way, the audience's impression of Yuan Mu in the live broadcast room has changed greatly, directly from a barbaric feudal and unreasonable old stubborn to a knowledgeable and approachable master, and even the previous battle of swords and fires has been understood as a test.

In this relaxed and happy atmosphere, Zhongli and Yuanmu gradually went deeper into the rainforest, and the surrounding environment became dark and narrow, many plants that had not grown in the outside world appeared, and all kinds of unknown poisonous insects roamed around, as if it was an uncivilized primitive world.

No, it's not like, this is the primitive world, since the ancestral village was martyred, after the ancestors of Bameng fled and migrated, this area is rarely populated, whether it is the remnants of Bameng or other Miao villagers, they rarely set foot here, so that this place still maintains a natural and primitive style.

It is not easy to act in such an environment, but fortunately, Yuan Mu and Zhongli are not ordinary people, and they are moving forward while opening the way, and the speed is still not slow.

I don't know how long it took, the light through the dense forest faded away, Yuan Mu stopped his pace and said, "It's almost night, let's get ready to camp!"

"Hmm!"

Zhongli nodded, even he and Yuan Mu were not good at moving in the primeval rainforest at night, so camping was a must.

They found a relatively flat open space, set up the tent for camping, and then, the two of them had no intention of hunting, and directly lit a fire, took out the wine and meat they carried, and ate and drank.

"Aren't you going to jungle?"

"What's the point of bringing your own food. ”

"Isn't the one in front stupid, now I'm going to get the antidote to save people, who has the kung fu to fight with you!"

Seeing this, the audience in the live broadcast room was a little disappointed, in their concepts, such an outdoor live broadcast, hunting is the most interesting link, but now Yuan Mu and Zhongli sat down and ate their own wine and meat, which directly reduced the viewing of the live broadcast.

In this regard, Zhongli ignored it, he opened this live broadcast for the promotion of martial arts, not entertainment to please the audience, there is no need to follow the audience's preferences in everything.

After taking a sip of wine, Zhongli looked at Yuan Mu, saw that his expression seemed a little heavy, and asked, "What's wrong?"

In the face of Zhongli's inquiry, Yuan Mu did not answer immediately, but was silent for a while, and then said: "Three years ago, I went to explore once, but only in front of the gate of the village, I lost the courage to move forward, and in the village, it seems to be ......."

As if he was worried about something, Yuan Mu didn't finish his words, but Zhongli didn't care, and said with a smile: "A hundred years is not too long, and the people who escaped from there back then really didn't leave any useful information?"

"Nope!"

Yuan Mu shook his head and muttered: "I asked all the old people in the village, including those who experienced the migration back then, but they didn't know what happened, they only said that it was a terrible disaster, Dali was dead, Gu Wu also died, only a few old Wu Zhu escaped with the people who were not affected, but soon they also died, as if they were cursed, and all the people who experienced that disaster were not able to survive......

"Ho!"

At the end of the words, Yuan Mu's emotions became a little excited, and he took a deep breath before he calmed himself down, and said in a deep voice: "That disaster must be related to Gu, but I don't know, what Gu can have such terrifying power, tomorrow, we may encounter something beyond our cognition!"

Hearing this, Zhongli behaved very calmly, and chuckled: "The soldiers are coming, the water is coming, it's just the water, don't worry too much, even if there is really any monster, more than a hundred years have passed, I don't believe it can still go to the sky." ”

"I hope so!"

Yuan Mu shook his head, still looking worried, and didn't listen to Zhongli's words at all.

"What a disaster, what a curse, you two make it clear!"

"I'm home alone at night now, and you're telling ghost stories at this time?"

"This plot won't be the development of a ghost village in the deep mountains, don't scare me, anchor!"

The personal experience made Yuan Mu's words very infectious, and the audience in the live broadcast room was frightened for a while, and they all felt a little chill behind them.

Seeing this, Zhongli felt a little funny.

Ghost?

There are indeed ghosts in this world, not only ghosts, but also more bizarre and terrifying things, and most of them are related to those alien gods.

These gods of another world, although they can't really come yet, but they can make dependents, believers, and even inheritors of the bloodline through various means, in the era of ancient civilization, they don't know how many messy things have been made, and some things are even feared by martial saints, compared to them, some ghosts are nothing.

The disaster suffered by Bameng Zuzhai, if it is really as weird as Ruo Yuanmu said, then eighty percent is related to these things.

With Zhongli's current strength, if he really encounters a dependents or bloodline inheritors made by the gods of different races, he will definitely not be an opponent, but there is a premise for this, this must be in the environment of vitality recovery, vitality recovery, before the great changes in heaven and earth, the alien race is restricted a hundred times more harsh than the human race, under such restrictions, even if it is comparable to the inheritor of the evil god bloodline of the martial saint, all the strength will not be much stronger than a Tiangang great master.

In this way, even if Zhongli is still not an opponent, it is not difficult to leave, otherwise, how could those old witches escape when Ba Meng was in trouble.

Of course, these are just assumptions, no one knows whether the Bamengzu Village was destroyed because of this, even if, more than a hundred years have passed, things are not people, and it is a question whether the thing is still there, and there is nothing to worry about.

These things are not convenient to make public, and even Yuan Mu is not easy to inform, so looking at his worried appearance, Zhongli is also helpless.

......

On the second day, at noon, the two of them who had been in the rainforest for half a day finally passed through the impermeable, steamer-like tropical rainforest and came to a relatively refreshing mountain forest plateau.

"This is it!"

Yuan Mu stopped, looking ahead from a distance, only to see a dense building surrounded by mountains, it is an ancient Miao village, a piece of stilted buildings stand by the mountain, such as peaks and peaks, the scale is several times larger than the previous Bameng, but there is a lot less vitality.

Walking forward, you can vaguely see the traces of artificially carved roads, but now they are covered with overgrown weeds, and there are also some remnants of buildings, which seem to be fences, sentry posts, and other things used to defend against foreign invasions, and are now covered with vines.

Yuan Mu and Zhongli stood side by side, walking on this deserted road, a moment later, a crumbling walled gate, appeared in front of the two, the wooden doorpost, under the blowing of a hundred years of wind and rain, has been decayed for the most part, the whole presents a half-gray and half-black color, the high hanging door plaque is broken in half, only the small half is hung upside down, gently swaying in the wind, there is a vague character faintly visible on it.

This walled gate is like this, the buildings in the walled are also general, as far as the eye can see, a large number of stilted buildings have collapsed, and the rest is also a touch of the appearance of falling, the top is full of vines and unknown plants, the empty and decaying village, exuding an endless sense of dead silence......