"Shall we just ask?" Mu Sheng looked at an old man who was walking towards him.

"Dare to ask the old man, where is this place?" Nangong Yuhuan asked softly.

The old man pointed to his ears: "I can't hear clearly, I don't understand......" said and staggered away on crutches.

Nangong Yuhuan stood awkwardly and smiled, and the three of them walked forward again, and at this time an old woman came over, holding a sickle in one hand and a basket in the other. Nangong Yuhuan hurriedly took two steps forward and asked, "Auntie, what kind of place is this?"

The old woman lowered her head and tightened the basket, but as if she had not heard, she hurried away. Nangong Yuhuan was completely dumbfounded, not knowing what the situation was.

Mu Sheng pondered for a moment and asked, "Ah Huan, are the two people you just asked about both mortals downright?" ”

Nangong Yuhuan thought for a while and said, "It seems that yes, although I didn't use my divine sense to check, I really didn't notice a trace of spiritual power fluctuations. ”

"So, why don't you find someone with some spiritual power to ask again?" Mu Sheng suggested.

Nangong Yuhuan nodded and searched all the way. The buildings in this village are all low thatched huts, with mud walls and thatched roofs, which are worse than the dwellings in the slums in Waiguo City, and the worse ones are not even mud walls, only take the mat grass and surround it around the four pillars, and the mat grass is pasted with a layer of mud, so it is used as a mud wall. This mud is pasted on the straw mat, but it can't be too thick, and it can't be pasted evenly, and it is not much thicker than paper, and there are even some places where the mud can't be hung, revealing the holes in the straw mat. When the north wind blows, it looks crumbling.

Nangong Yuhuan frowned, his divine sense swept over, the people who lived in this kind of house were all mortals without spiritual power, could it be that this village was all mortals?

On the sunny side of the hill, there are several households but different, the brick and tile houses with clear water, the bamboo fence in front of the door, the green trees are shady, and the curling cooking smoke is coming out from here. The three of Mu Sheng came in a hurry, and after a while, they arrived here, Nangong Yuhuan lightly buckled the firewood and said, "Is anyone at home?"

"Who?" A crisp female voice came from the house, and Orr walked out of the tile room, with high hair and a delicate face, which was different from what several people met on the road, and it was undoubtedly much cleaner and more beautiful, Nangong Yuhuan glanced at the woman intentionally or unintentionally, she was a spiritual person, Nangong Yuhuan estimated that this woman should be a senior cultivator of Sanhua.

"Excuse me, we passed by your place, lost our direction for a while, and came to inquire about one or two. Nangong Yuhuan gave a salute and replied.

The woman glanced at Nangong Yuhuan, and was not afraid or panicked because Nangong Yuhuan's cultivation was much higher than her, and said lightly: "If Daoyou has any questions, if the concubine wants to know, she will answer truthfully." ”

Nangong Yuhuan said: "Where is this village and how far is it from Gyeonggi?"

The woman thought for a while and smiled: "This is Beiguo Village, it may take two hours to walk from the outer city of Gyeonggi to the footsteps of Daoyou, right?"

"It's so far!" Nangong Yuhuan was taken aback when she heard this.

The woman smiled: "This is still the speed of the fairy, if they are mortals, I am afraid it will take two days." ”

"Why are there so many mortals here, why haven't I seen one in Gyeonggi City?" Nangong Yuhuan asked strangely.

The woman glanced at Nangong Yuhuan in surprise and said, "Don't you know what our village does?"

Nangong Yuhuan was a little inexplicable when asked, but his face did not show it: "How can you say this?"

The woman pursed her lips and said, "Otherwise, what are you sending them two mortals over?"

When Nangong Yuhuan heard the woman say this, her mind thought quickly, and she wanted to find the answer: "Could it be that this is a village dedicated to taking in mortals?"

The woman smiled knowingly, and acquiesced to Nangong Yuhuan's statement.

Nangong Yuhuan said: "I only heard that there is such a place, but I don't know the specific situation, my sister may tell me about it." As he spoke, he took out a medium-grade spirit stone and handed it over.

When the woman saw the spirit stone, her eyes turned into a crescent moon and said, "Sister, please talk in the house." As he spoke, he stepped forward and grabbed Nangong Yuhuan's arm, and then went to the door.

When the little boy saw Nangong Yuhuan walking in with the woman, he unconsciously followed the step, but was grabbed by Mu Sheng and shook his head. The little boy came to his senses, so he waited in front of the door with Mu Sheng, and after waiting for half an hour, the boy was bored counting the ants on the ground, and then he saw Nangong Yuhuan walking out of the house with a frosty face.

"How's that? Mu Sheng asked.

Nangong Yuhuan nodded and said, "It's been found out, but it's not good news." Let's talk as we go. After speaking, he led the two of them to a secluded place.

Nangong Yuhuan said as he walked, it turns out that although this ancestral continent is known to be full of spiritual energy, everyone can cultivate, but in fact, there are still some mortals who are born without spiritual power, these mortals can't even feel the meridians, so they can't cultivate no matter what, but this part of the people is very small, and only one in a thousand people will appear.

But once there is a mortal who cannot cultivate in any family, it will be considered a bad family, and the mortals who are born are often either abandoned or hidden by the family.

Even if you are lucky enough to live to adulthood, there is no way to compete with people with spiritual power, you can't find a job in the city, and you can't plow the fields in the countryside, after all, people with spiritual power rely on spells to do things with half the effort, and both speed and efficiency are much higher than mortals.

Coming and going, mortals can only do the work at the lowest level of society, dumping feces and urine, pretending to collect corpses, guarding cemeteries, etc., these jobs that people with spiritual power will never be willing to do are all pressed on the heads of mortals.

And this Bukguo Village is actually the place where the mortals who were kicked out of Gyeonggi City gathered, and behind the hill of Bukgo Village is the cemetery and mass grave of Gyeonggi City. It doesn't matter if you have money or not, it doesn't matter if your cultivation is high or low. When a person dies, he always has to find a place to bury him.

What Beiguo Village did was to show the dead man's grave, and the villagers barely survived by helping people go to the grave and cleaning the cemetery. When he came, he buried himself in it.

It's not that no one has thought about going to Guocheng outside Gyeonggi to make a career out of it, don't say that you can get ahead, even the simplest action of checking your identity and showing your waist card, because without the support of spiritual power, mortals can't do it. Therefore, mortals can only nest in this small village and fend for themselves. Villages like this can be found next to basically every big city in the Ancestral Continent, but mortals and cultivators are like people from two worlds, and there is no intersection.