Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Seven Continents Gather

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With flowers all over the mountains, Ye Youfeng never thought that such flowers could bloom on those messy fluffy grasses. The flower was bright red in color, and there were no leaves on the stem. It is said that safflower still needs green leaves, but the color of this flower is not used.

Ye Youfeng had never seen such a red, like the purest color of blood, the shape of the flower was like a butterfly, only half of it, the petals were slightly slender, and the other half was bare, it looked very strange, but it was full of a strange and suffocating beauty, at the moment in the moonlight, it was quietly stretching.

It is as if a butterfly is stretching its body, and every delicate vibration of the petals is so amazing, it can touch the most fragile and soft corners of the heart.

The young man was bewildered by this sudden beauty, and looked blankly, but suddenly felt an unusual aura, as if someone was slowly approaching this way. He immediately turned around and shook the big flower awake, but the dead fat man had already sat up on the edge of the bed, and his eyes shone brightly, not at all the hazy between half-dreaming and half-awake.

He was sober, very sober.

"More than one," Dahua touched the bed, Ye Youfeng didn't feel anything, but Dahua said with great certainty, "There are at least thirty." ā€

Thirty people! Ye Youfeng was very surprised in his heart, but he was still silent on the surface, you must know that this is just a small village, and there are about fifty or sixty people.

Where did the more than thirty people come from? Could it be that the villagers have found shelter but want to go home in the middle of the night? No matter how you look at it, there is a strange thing about this matter.

Dahua hid the bricks behind him, and followed Ye Youfeng out quietly, the slender knife was held in his hand, and he was extremely relieved. At all times, it is reassuring to have a knife in the hand of a knife apprentice.

When the two of them walked out, the scene in front of them really stunned them, only to see that in the dark mountains, there were about thirty or forty black figures, picking those flowers with their heads down.

Girls pick flowers, mostly to wear them on the chest between the hair, and love beauty. These ordinary villagers also picked flowers here, and when they picked the red flowers, they sent them into their mouths.

They're actually eating flowers! Ye Youfeng thought about the bright red color of the flower, for some reason, he no longer felt that it was beautiful, but it was extremely ugly, and a feeling of nausea welled up in his throat, almost wanting to vomit.

At this moment, in mid-air, I suddenly remembered the sound of ethereal music, the sound was extremely sad, it seemed to be played with an iron kite, with the sound of this sound, the thirty or forty black figures with hunched waists stood up one after another, turned their heads to look at Ye Youfeng, some of them still had half a flower in their mouths that they didn't have time to swallow, and they looked particularly terrifying.

Their appearance is not much different from ordinary people, they are also wearing black and gray coarse cloth coats, but their skin shows a different kind of blue gray, their two eyes have no look, Mu Ne is like a blind man, the sound of the kite is becoming more and more sharp and poignant, and they also staggered towards Ye Youfeng.

The walking posture is strange, and there is a feeling of poor balance.

"Am I going the wrong way to the world in the book?" Ye Youfeng looked up at the sky, and actually began to seriously think about such a question, and suddenly turned back to look at Dahua, "Look at those people, do they look like zombies in the legend?" ā€

Mr. Storyteller used to be Ye Youfeng's favorite profession, because he felt that every storyteller was very talented, and from their mouths, you could hear many different stories, including the poignant love between talented and beautiful women, as well as the amazing experiences of the predecessors of the rivers and lakes, and the gods and demons in the legends.

So Ye Youfeng began to wonder if there were really gods and ghosts in the world.

But there was already no figure behind him, and when he looked closely, Dahua had already run hundreds of feet away.

"You dead fatty, every time you are unrighteous!" Ye Youfeng screamed, and he also started to run up, after Ye Youfeng's flowing wind back to the snow body method was used, his degree could not be described as unhappy, even so, he couldn't catch up with the big flower. He is always swaying with fat in front of him, and he can only go all out without opening up the gap with Dahua.

Although the villagers behind them chased after each other, they had not yet left the category of ordinary people, and their swaying speed could not be compared with Ye Youfeng, and they were soon left behind by the two, but with a problem, many people kept coming out from both sides of the road they were walking.

People like those villagers.

And the sound of the kite, which followed them not far or close. After the two of them ran for a long time, they were suddenly surprised to find that they had turned around and actually returned to their original village.

"I can't imagine that I, Ye Youfeng, will be able to meet ghosts and hit the wall in my lifetime." Ye Youfeng muttered to himself, and suddenly laughed, "It's really interesting." ā€

Isn't that interesting?

Dahua stopped, "We went wrong, the road around here is circular, and it takes on the shape of a circle. So no matter how many steps we take, we can't get out of here. ā€

The slender white fingers pointed to the top of the mountain, and when the two of them ran just now, they heard the sound of the zither flickering high and low, flickering far and near, but in fact, the sound of the zither never moved.

Ye Youfeng looked at the fat man in surprise, and there was still a bit of awe-inspiring justice on Dahua at this moment: "Dahua, you can go to the end of the world." However, now that you know, why did you run away just now! ā€

"Thirty-six strategies, go ahead." Dahua rolled her eyes, didn't she run away if she couldn't beat it, "What's more, I just found out, didn't you also run with me?" ā€

"How can that be the same?" Ye Youfeng covered his heart and took a step back, "It's because I trust you wholeheartedly that I will follow you." ā€

"Fart to Lao Tzu again!" Dahua shook his head, and said foul words that were very in line with his temperament, "Believe it or not, Lao Tzu will sell it to Lin Fengwan for you now, and take the reward silver to eat and drink spicy?" ā€

"You might as well sell me to the third brother, and you can get more money." Ye Youfeng smiled and said nonsense.