Three hours later, the plane docked at Los Angeles Airport.

Wu Hao sent Qiao Ling back to the city, and then took the high-speed train to Fucheng directly.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Wu Hao walked out of the high-speed rail station, looked around, and sighed with emotion.

Hurry up and find the right spot on the farm.

Wu Hao took out his mobile phone and looked at the topographical map of Fucheng.

Fucheng is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the only position to the south is a plain with a higher altitude.

If you want to say that the place with the most farmland, it must be the high-altitude plains in the south. However, the first thing Wu Hao gave up was the high-altitude plains.

The elixir's farmland needs to choose a sparsely populated place, and the distance between this place and the center of the city should not be too far, otherwise it will be inconvenient for him to come and go.

The farm that Wu Hao wants to build is to grow spiritual herbs and elixirs. Moreover, he would also set up a spirit gathering formation near the farm to facilitate the gathering of spiritual energy for the growth of spiritual grass. These things must not be seen by ordinary mortals, otherwise it will be troublesome, so concealment is very important.

In the end, Wu Hao locked his eyes on the southwest of Fucheng, and there was a mountain village fifty kilometers away from the vertical and horizontal mountain range, and there was a lake to the west of the mountain village.

Because it is located in the place where the three rivers converge, the lake area is particularly large, covering an area of more than 3,000 acres. In the middle of this lake, there is an island.

The small mountain village is located in the middle of the mountain range, surrounded by cliffs, and the confluence of the three rivers is an island in the middle of the lake, which is the best choice for the farm.

After determining the location, Wu Hao took a taxi in the night and rushed to the mountain village in the vertical and horizontal mountain range.

……

Two hours later, the taxi stopped at the foot of the Crisscrossing Mountains.

The taxi master took the fare, looked at Wu Hao, and kindly reminded: "Little brother, let me tell you, you first find a home outside the mountain, spend the night, and then enter the mountain tomorrow morning." ”

"Why?" Wu Hao was puzzled.

"This mountain is haunted!" The taxi driver dropped five words, started the car, and flew away. In fact, if it weren't for Wu Hao's fact that he came from out of town and was very kind, he wouldn't have brought this job to the mountains at night.

Wu Hao frowned, haunted? He took out his phone and looked at the map roughly. The map shows the general shape of the mountains, and there is no special area of the yin, so I didn't worry about the haunting.

Putting his mobile phone and other items close to the storage bag, Wu Hao jumped directly into the jungle of the vertical and horizontal mountains.

Ghost? He cultivated to the fourth level of Qi cultivation, and he was an immortal monarch, so he naturally would not take the mountain and wild ghosts to heart.

After entering the jungle, under the cover of night, you no longer have to worry about being seen by mortals.

Wu Hao ran wildly all the way, his feet did not touch the ground, and he exerted his speed to the fullest.

Whoosh whoosh -

Wu Hao's figure is like a breeze, and often after the figure disappears, the leaves that were splashed before slowly fall to the ground.

If Asian Sprint Champion Liu Fei sees Wu Hao's speed, he will definitely be dumbfounded. Because Wu Hao's 100-meter speed has long exceeded Liu Fei's highest record, and he is not a sprint, but a "long-distance run" - a "long-distance run" with no heart beating and no breath.

Night is the time when small animals go out to forage, but tonight, Wu Hao's figure has become a nightmare for all small animals.

For example, one of the piebald snakes, when a mouse let down its guard and was about to attack—whoosh! A dark shadow flashed, setting off a gust of wind. Panicked, the rat screamed and ran away, leaving the spotted snake hissing.

There was also a spider, and finally a wild bee accidentally bumped into the web, and this spider was about to close the web-whoosh! Wu Hao's figure flashed by, and the strong wind directly blew through the cobwebs, and the wild bees fell to the ground with a snap, and then struggled to fly away. Leaving the spider lying on the tattered cobwebs, messy in the wind.

……

Fifty kilometers inside the vertical and horizontal mountain range, there is a small mountain village. At the entrance of the village, there is a stone tablet with a missing corner, which reads - Heishui Village Chronicle.

At this time, when it was night, the few remaining families in Heishui Village all turned off their lights.

The whole village couldn't even hear the barking of dogs. Only in the sheepfold of some villagers, the goats are moving around in a bit of a panic.

Sixty-year-old Chen Tou lives here, and his broken earth house is in the westernmost part of Heishui Village. Old Chen Tou was sitting on a broken bed in the earthen house, holding a fan, fanning his seven-year-old granddaughter.

The little girl was already asleep, and her thin little face was a little sallow.

Old Chen Tou secretly looked out the window, then found a few broken newspapers to glue the window all over, and carefully lit a white candle. He took out a worn-out fishing net from under the edge of the bed and began to sew it up.

Lao Chen Tou has a son and a daughter. The son went out to work and did not come home for five years, leaving his little granddaughter at home for him to take care of. My daughter got a decent job in the city, but unfortunately she couldn't go home once a year.

The old wife died early, and in the past few years, Lao Chen Tou has relied on the fish in the lake ten miles west of the village.

Whether there is food tomorrow or not, whether there is money to buy stationery for the little granddaughter, it all depends on whether this fishing net can be repaired tonight. Otherwise, he would never have lit the lamp at night. Because the village is haunted and fierce. I heard Granny Zhang in the village say that whoever has a light on and a sound will go to someone's house.

Time passed slowly, and the old Chen Tou's Zhang fishing net was trembling.

The wind outside the window was small before, but as the night deepened, the wind grew louder and louder, and the newspaper on the window was blown to the whistle.

When a newspaper was suddenly blown open, there was a sudden crispy sound from the window, and it sounded like someone was slapping the window with his hand.

Old Chen was so frightened that his legs instantly became weak, and he quickly stretched his neck and blew hard to extinguish the candle.

When the candle went out, there was no sound outside the window except the sound of the wind.

After about two or three minutes, Lao Chen Tou found a pile of soil, used water to make mud, and then used the mud to glue the newspaper to the window. Then relight the candle and continue to sew the net quickly. After all, this fishing net is related to how many fish he can catch tomorrow and whether he has anything to eat.

It's just that Lao Chen didn't notice that the sallow face of the sleeping little granddaughter was darker, and there was obviously less blood.

Soon, the wind outside stopped, but the old Chen Tou, who was sewing fishing nets, suddenly pricked up his ears. He seemed to hear footsteps outside!

"Hallucinations?" Old Chen Tou frowned, and the wrinkles on his forehead twisted together.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock at the door.

Bang bang bang!

The three knocks on the door were like three hammers striking on Lao Chen's heart.

His old face was bitter, and he looked down at the fishing net in his hand...... God, this is destroying me and my granddaughter?

"Is anyone home? Late at night bothered! A calm youth shout suddenly rang out. In this silent night, it was very abrupt.