After probing, he didn't feel the fluctuation of true qi in these five people, so Fang Yang spread his consciousness again and probed farther away.

About half an hour passed.

Twenty miles away, he found a series of low houses made of rammed earth, with a fire in them, and strings of wormwood hanging from the eaves, and straw hoops piled under the eaves, apparently inhabited.

It's a small village.

After his consciousness was reborn, Fang Yang was a little excited, guessing that he might have reached the foot of the mountain now.

In a big flash, he quietly walked forward.

"Don't speak. ”

A gentle reminder to the girl behind him, looking at the fire in front of him, it seemed that the five people were looking for something, but they didn't find themselves.

After packing up his clothes, Fang Yang planned to go up and ask.

Eight days ago, a group of Taoist disciples, if there were survivors who escaped down the mountain, there should be footprints, and the villagers might know something.

Moreover, if you want to go to Yaoguo, you also need to ask for directions.

It's just that he is a little curious, in such a dark night, five ordinary people dare to light the lamp to go out for activities, which is a bit unusual, and he is not afraid of encountering ghosts?

He walked forward, and after nearly a hundred meters, someone found him.

For a while, the eyes of the five people gathered.

These are five dark-faced men, with famine, thin bodies, and gray linen clothes on their bodies, and when they look at Fang Yang and Yan Jiujiu, their eyes are all wary.

Those who don't light up the lamp in the dark are either powerful monks or ghosts who can take on disguises.

The five men were all aware of this, and while they were on guard, they were also faintly frightened in their hearts.

"Who's in front?" asked the older man in the lead, in a rough voice.

It was unusually quiet in the dark, and he could hear far away.

On the ridges of the fields, the faint blue moonlight is very strange, adding a solemn atmosphere to the heaven and earth.

While speaking, the five of them all lifted the oil lamp in their hands, and the bamboo pole held on their left hand also subconsciously tightened.

"Living people. ”

Fang Yang made a sound, and he noticed that the wicks of the oil lamps carried by several people were covered with a light white film, presumably to prevent the fires from being extinguished when the nightmare ghosts appeared.

The five of them did not relax their vigilance until Fang Yang and Yan Jiujiu were under the light, their faces were calm, and they were relieved when they saw this.

"Living, are you immortals from the mountains?" The middle-aged man in the lead trembled his eyebrows, and his face showed excitement.

The mountain came, obviously, he deserves to be a deer dwarf mountain.

"It's not. Fang Yang's face was calm.

Now that the situation is clear, the mountain is full of people from the three major forces, and it is likely that they will be traced, and out of caution, he naturally will not confide the truth to these people.

"It's just a loose cultivation in the mountains. ”

"Loose cultivation?" the five wondered.

They were all ordinary people, and they didn't know anything about the division of cultivators, but they instinctively had a sense of reverence for the transcendental.

Fang Yang didn't have any intention of explaining, these people were afraid of him, so just interrogate him directly, he was in a hurry, and he didn't have any intention of chatting with these people.

"I'll ask you to wait. Fang Yang's momentum was secretly emanating, and his expression was not angry and arrogant.

The five of them suddenly felt the weight of the mountain, and they almost ran out of breath.

"Immortals, immortals, please speak?"

Fang Yang raised his eyes, first carefully looked at a few people, and found that their faces were dark yellow, their eyes were black, and under the perception of true qi, he could faintly detect a few wisps of black qi floating out of the seven orifices.

This is a manifestation of being poisoned or poisoned.

Seeing this, Fang Yang became more and more cautious, feeling that these five people were a little extraordinary.

"Have you ever seen anyone coming down from the mountain these days?" he began.

The five of them glanced at each other one after another, and their expressions changed.

"Yes, there have been, it's just ......" The middle-aged man led by him secretly glanced at Fang Yang, his face slightly tangled.

Looking at their expressions, Fang Yang knew that something was estimated to have happened under the mountain, these people were secretive, and they must be hiding things.

I didn't rush to ask, on the far left, a man with thin cheeks couldn't hide his words, and said: "Dozens of immortals came two days ago, all of them came down from the mountain, all of them were wounded, and they looked very scary, and they settled in the village, but they all died in two days.

When the words fell, the leading man glanced at him, obviously blaming him for being too talkative, but when it came to this, knowing that he couldn't hide it, the man could only smile and say: "So just now the contemptible man asked if the immortal was from the mountain, just to remind the immortal to be careful." ”

"Are they all dead?" Fang Yang breathed and frowned.

The people who came down from the mountain are dead!

Chibazi, Wei Suo, Yun Sangshui, and Jia Yuanfang......

This person is a little shallow friend of himself, although the relationship is not deep, and they will part ways in the future, but hearing that they have suffered misfortune, Fang Yang still feels a little depressed in his heart.

"Yes, there are no additional wounds on the body, it's like being devoured by a nightmare. ”

"Who are you talking about?" Fang Yang thought of what they had just said.

"It is the old cedar tree in the village, the wise man who has lived for a hundred years, and presides over the annual priesthood. The leader explained.

Fang Yang nodded, his gaze fell on the bamboo cane in their hands, and said, "Traveling in the middle of the night, what are you looking for?

A few ordinary people go out in the middle of the night to search, which is very abnormal. Generally speaking, in such a polar night, every household should have hoarded food at home, closed their homes, and survived the winter.

When the five people heard this, they all lowered their heads and didn't say anything more.

Fang Yang realized that it might be that this topic involved secrets, and he was not ready to ask.

In fact, these don't matter, it's the most important thing to hurry, otherwise if you are chased by the people of the three major forces, you will follow in the footsteps of the disciples of the Trail Academy.

"Where are the bodies of the dozens of people who died down the mountain, and are they buried?"

"Not buried. ”

"How to deal with it?"

"After arriving in the village, they lived in a mountain cellar, and no one dared to carry them when they died, and the people in the village were afraid that they would be possessed by ghosts, and that they would alarm the ghosts. ”

"Can you take me to see it? ”

Fang Yang's voice was a little lower, and he was in a lonely mood.

I feel that out of affection, it is still necessary to inspect it, there may be acquaintances, help them to be buried, it can be regarded as knowing each other, and have a good beginning and a good end.

The five of them looked at each other again, and after about half a minute of silence, they gave the leader a look: "Pestle, you take the immortal to the mountain cellar." ”

"Me?" the slender middle-aged man was stunned when he heard this, and his face was full of bitterness.

"Don't want to?" the man at the head had sharp eyes.

"Alright, alright. The thin middle-aged man was worried, so he could only walk out in a huff.

"Immortals, just north of the foothills. ”

Walking in front of the group, he stretched out his hand and pointed in one direction.

Fang Yang hummed softly, followed behind him, and walked slowly.

Several men under him stared at their backs, waiting for Fang Yang and the three of them to gradually walk away.

At this time, the face of the man in charge changed, and the corners of his mouth hooked, revealing a cruel smile.

"San'er, go and inform Master Zhu, it's someone from the mountain!"