Chapter 220: In the Valley of Breathing

The mountains are stacked and green, the forests are dyed, a touch of new green looks a little misty in the morning light, and the crystal dew is shaking the breath of life.

A sparsely populated place is the real world. Yang Fan looked around, but saw the rising sun in the east, and the smoke rose from the purple mountain under the mountain, like a dream.

Seeing the crowd, Yang Fan slapped his head, what is this place? Forgot to ask!

Fortunately, there were people, and Yang Fan walked quickly to the place where the smoke rose.

It's a village, and the early risers are already busy. Yang Fan is very familiar with such a place, and after seven years of wandering, he basically wandered around such a village. However, there are really few villages with cooking smoke.

Yang Fan walked into the village and was immediately surrounded by people, and they all looked at them with curiosity as if they had never seen outsiders.

Yang Fan was more curious than them, and he felt that this was a place where people and Warcraft people lived together. It's not very powerful, but it looks weird.

Within two minutes, a middle-aged martial artist walked up to Yang Fan: "Where are the distinguished guests from?" ”

"The North."

"What's the proof?"

Yang Fan took out Zhu Yunwen's waist card.

The people surrounding Yang Fan suddenly let go, and the middle-aged martial artist also became attentive: "The people sent by the eldest young master are our relatives. He said and returned the waist card respectfully to Yang Fan.

Does it work? Yang Fan said with doubts: "I want to borrow the road to go to the Netherworld Valley. ”

The middle-aged man pursed his lips and said, "The Netherworld Valley has been filled with miasma recently, and I'm afraid it will take some days to retreat." ”

Malaria? How can there be miasma in this land? It's not a small island in the southern jungle or the sea! Yang Fan said: "But ask for guidance." ”

The middle-aged man was very embarrassed: "I can't let you take risks, this time the miasma came too suddenly, and many medicine pickers have died." ”

Yang Fan couldn't help but ask: "This is not the tropics, how can there be miasma?" ”

The middle-aged man was stunned: "It's the first time that the noble man came to collect medicine." Originally, there was no miasma here, but twenty years ago, there was a miasma here. Maybe it's because the poisonous weeds in the Poison King's Den are growing wildly. In recent years, the miasma has become more severe and irregular. In a few years, we won't even have this last habitat. ”

And it has something to do with the doom of the gods? Yang Fan said: "Please take me there, maybe I have a way to keep you from suffering from miasma."

Everyone didn't have a trace of joy: "The eldest young master can give you the waist card, which means that you are his best friend, and we can't let you take risks." ”

Forcing it doesn't make sense. Yang Fan turned to ask, "Has no one come to control the miasma over the years?" ”

"Yes, there was once a six-rank alchemist, but he was poisoned by miasma. Most of the other people who came to govern did not dare to enter the valley. ”

The future of the village was at stake, and everyone gradually quieted down. All of them were depressed, and some even had tears.

"What do you think is going on?"

The middle-aged man said: "When there was no miasma, we had people here who entered the Poison King's cave, but no one ever came out alive, so we only know that this miasma came from there, and when there was miasma at first, we could also go into the valley to collect medicine, and now the miasma has blocked the entire valley." ”

The Netherworld Valley is a sinkhole within a radius of hundreds of miles, that is, it was smashed out by meteorites. It is not unusual for such a large area of miasma to occur, and it is strange that it appears in a place that does not have any of the miasma breeding.

"Can you show me the people who have been poisoned by the miasma?"

Roar, roar, all the people present let out a beast roar in protest, and the middle-aged man said directly: "No." ”

"Dad, I want to see my brother." A childish voice suddenly came from the crowd.

An old man hugged the little girl who was talking tightly and said in a continuous voice: "Lian'er, let's not go." We're not going. ”

The crowd turned from anger to lamentation.

"Don't say anything more, when the miasma is gone, we will take you to collect medicine. Please come with me and rest. ”

They are a third race abandoned by humans and Warcraft. The average life expectancy is no more than 70 years old, and in this world where the longevity is tens of thousands of years, 70 years is very short. There are no cultivation resources, and no one can break through the seventy mark even if they cultivate hard. They are the people who live at the bottom of the ladder.

Just like this place, the two places meet, and neither side cares.

"Offended." Yang Fan bowed deeply and apologized. He had no intention of touching these people, so he prepared to leave quietly. Knowing that there is a miasma, it is easy to find.

"Your customers only have to wait a few days." Middle-aged people are still emphasizing not to enter the valley without permission.

The people around him also followed, Yang Fan had a headache, and he wanted to send someone to watch his rhythm. Yang Fan said tentatively: "I want to walk around the neighborhood by myself, are there any other villages here?" ”

Everyone was silent for a moment, do you think we are not hospitable? The middle-aged man barely squeezed out a smile and said, "Yes, if we let the eldest young master know that you have been here with us and gone to other places, our whole village can only apologize with death." ”

Death to keep people? What is your relationship with the Zhu family? I don't know if I don't know, I am shocked when I ask, and if I want to leave, I must ask for the consent of all the villagers. Yang Fan felt that he had embarked on a dead end, a dead end where others gambled with their lives.

Whether it was a coincidence or Zhu Yunwen's special arrangement, he had no other way to leave than to remove the miasma. His right hand hung in the air, and a flame ignited: "I'm actually an alchemist who came to cure the miasma. ”

The middle-aged man is probably a patriarch or something. He expressed serious doubts about Yang Fan's ability: "Dare to ask what kind of cultivation the master is? ”

Can we not mention cultivation? Yang Fan said: "Six-grade alchemist." "Alchemists are all weirdos, and he uses this identity to cover up his lack of cultivation. If they knew that he was just a martial artist, he was likely to be kidnapped with good intentions.

Still not convinced? Yang Fan coughed twice and said, "Don't you even believe the eldest young master?" ”

The scene suddenly boiled.

Yang Fan was stunned, just believing in Zhu Yunwen like that? This guy is so charismatic?

The middle-aged man had already selected five young people and instructed them to take Yang Fan to treat the miasma.

Yang Fan readily agreed, and the five young people did not introduce themselves, and Yang Fan inquired only to know that none of the people here had names. If you ask more closely, there is only one person who can write in the eight villages near the Netherworld, but he died of old age last year.

doesn't even have a name, Yang Fan is full of bitterness, no matter what world he is in, there are a group of people who don't even have their own names, and they naturally don't know how much value the medicine they have collected has created for the Zhu family.

In exchange, all that is done is that the race can have a place to live and continue the incense.

Under the guidance of the five people, Yang Fan came to the mouth of the Netherworld Valley, between the two high mountains. You can't feel anything strange from the outside, inside is a lush place with an extremely wide view, if it weren't for the miasma here, Yang Fan wouldn't have guessed it.

Wherever there is a miasma, most of the places are filled with smoke, but in front of you is a crisp world that is clear at a glance.

"Go back, I'll go in alone. Wait for my message. Yang Fan is ready to dismiss the comer.

They came to pay for their deaths. That's the mission. No one went back.

Yang Fan shouted: "Go back, this is the order of the eldest young master." No one is to approach the Netherworld without my command, and you go back and convey this order to all the medicine pickers in the vicinity. He pulled out his belt card to show that he had the right to let them go back.

If the five people were amnesty, they hurriedly thanked them and saved their lives. I heard that the alchemists who came before all asked the villagers to explore the way, and they stayed outside to study, and they flashed after a few days.

After they left, Yang Fan set out to enter the Netherworld Valley, which was too different from what he imagined. Miasma can kill people, but it has no effect on the plants inside, which is the first blame. Miasma appears but does not have smoke, and it does not spread outward, which is the second blame.

Yang Fan held his breath and concentrated, and first released the martial soul to wipe the situation in the valley.

The martial soul was not affected: "Kill people through respiratory poison?" Yang Fan stretched out his hand to the valley first, and his skin immediately felt a burning sensation of being corroded, which was indeed a sign of miasma, and Yang Fan wrapped his arm with his martial soul and went deep into the valley again. The aura here can actually penetrate the martial soul and hurt the skin.

Yang Fan probed into the valley and immediately smelled the rancid smell, which was still a sign of miasma. The breath entered the body and was quickly strangled by the martial spirit. Yang Fan estimated the average concentration of miasma in the valley and then stepped into the valley.

The whole person is wrapped in an invisible miasma, and the body is fine, but the smell here is unbearable. Yang Fan was very surprised, there was no enchantment here, there was no obstruction, and the breath in the valley flowed very quickly. Why can't it scrape outside?

Soon Yang Fan found out why, because the breath here is like a wave, flowing back and forth very regularly. After changing places a few times, he confirmed that the breath was emanating from the center of the valley, and where it had blown right to the mouth of the valley, it was sucked back in.

This miasma is like the breath of a valley, and it comes from the center. That place happens to be your destination. Does the valley really breathe? Yang Fan couldn't believe it, because this miasma came and went, could it also be dormant?

Historical records record that this is a sinkhole smashed out by meteorites, there is no record of volcanic eruptions around, and the composition of plants is also suitable for the environment here. But how is it recycled?

With all kinds of questions, Yang Fan wanted to move forward in the center, and there were many revelations at first, but after sixty miles, there were few traces of human activity. The plants we encounter are decomposing little by little.

After eighty miles, there were no traces of people, at least the place where Yang Fan walked was barren. The plant dies and the rancid smell worsens.

The ones that are still alive are poisonous weeds, but they are also **. Walking on foot is dangerous. Yang Fan walked with his sword in his hand. From a high place, Yang Fan could already see the huge lake deep in the forest. The water of the lake reflects the blue of the sky, and it looks calm.

In order to ensure safety, Yang Fan boldly released the martial soul to sense whether there were traces of animal activity in the cold pond, although he knew that this was a place where grass grew and no animals were born, Yang Fan still wanted to confirm it, after all, the origin of this "breathing" was getting closer and closer.

The world without birds and animals is terrifying, and what is even more terrifying is that there are countless plants growing here that cannot survive in the miasma.

He'd seen scary plants, but the plants here weren't of the horror genre. At most, it belongs to the tenacious vitality. Looking back, he saw another piece of greenery.

The normal climate and abnormal atmosphere of the Netherworld make this valley very strange.

I didn't feel the animal breath, but Yang Fan found the broken intestine grass, which grew on the edge of the cold pond.