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After the road was paved, the pickers and transporters followed, and the people in charge of picking the black lingzhi in the Devil Valley picked the black lingzhi with bamboo nets, and someone specially transported it to the mouth of the valley, and then the person in charge of transportation carried it down the mountain in a basket.

In order to keep Mo Feng, the god of wealth, Xie Wenlin really opened the door this time, and provided Mo Feng with the large hall used for meetings in the town to store Wu Lingzhi.

For safety, the bamboo-paved roads were lined with wooden stakes and ropes, so that with a little caution on the part of the person walking on them, there was usually no danger. But there is one thing that must be observed, and that is that everyone must withdraw from the Valley of Demons before half past three in the afternoon, so as not to be attacked by miasma and accidents.

This time picking Wu Lingzhi Mo Feng also made a rule, only allowed to pick the fist-sized or above Wu Lingzhi, as for too small, one chance is not allowed to pick, Mo Feng needs to be a long stream, not to fish, a hammer to buy.

On the sixth day, Mo Feng finally approached the end of the Evil Ghost Valley, and roughly estimated that this Evil Ghost Valley was about seven kilometers long, with an average width of about four hundred meters, and there were very few swamps here, almost less than one-fifth of the valley mouth.

Compared to the previous desolation, there are many waist-high bushes growing here, and small animals are also beginning to roam among them to feed.

Wu Lingzhi is born from miasma, and due to the scarcity of swamps here, there is naturally not as much miasma as in the middle of the valley.

Even at five o'clock in the afternoon, compared to the clouds in the valley, the miasma here is almost negligible, so the black lingzhi here is surprisingly rare. There is only one plant almost three or four meters apart, and it is far inferior to the middle of the valley in terms of weight and color.

Therefore, Mo Feng planned to only pick the first two kilometers of the Devil Valley Wu Lingzhi, and Mo Feng only did so, in addition to the fact that the distribution of Wu Lingzhi in the last section was less, there were several other considerations.

The first is the difficulty of erecting roads. At least twenty-five roads were erected side by side on the two-kilometre-long marshland, made of the most bamboo and wood. It's definitely a huge undertaking.

Second, for safety reasons, it is definitely not easy to rescue someone in the swamp at a depth of two kilometers in the swamp.

Third, the most concentrated place of Wu Lingzhi is within these two kilometers, if all these eligible Wu Lingzhi are picked, even if they are dried, it will not be less than three tons, according to the dosage of one gram of Wu Lingzhi per bottle of Yuqingshuang, it is enough to produce three million bottles of Yuqingshuang.

Of course, these three million bottles of Jade Clear Frost Mo Feng didn't plan to push them all out at once. He is ready to do hunger marketing and try to maximize the benefits.

At the end of the Valley of the Devils is a dense forest, full of ancient trees with thick hands clasped together, and a nearly thirty-meter-high canopy that obscures the western sky from the wind.

"Huh? How so? When Mo Feng observed the forest a hundred meters away, he only felt that his scalp was slightly numb, and a sense of danger suddenly rose in his heart.

Although this feeling is extremely faint, it is real in Mo Feng's heart. After Mo Feng's cultivation reached the innate realm, his sensitivity to the things he encountered had increased a lot. In particular, the prediction of danger is almost tried, is there anything in this forest that threatens oneself?

Check it out. He hesitated for a moment. Mo Feng decided to go and investigate, if there was really any unforeseen danger, it was better to nip it in the bud as soon as possible, so as not to harm the villagers he hired.

At this time, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon, and the west-slanting sun was slowly stretching the shadow of the forest, Mo Feng told Ye Fang and Ning Xiaotian through the walkie-talkie that he would continue to investigate, and let them bring these employees back to the town first. It was not the first time that Ye Fang and Ning Xiaotian had encountered this elusive situation for Mo Feng, so the two of them didn't think about it, and after telling Mo Feng a few words to pay attention to safety, they blew the whistle to call it a day.

Since this side was four or five kilometers away from the place where the Wu Lingzhi was picked, Mo Feng was not afraid of being discovered, and he came to a clearing twenty meters away from the edge of the forest with a few dodges of his true qi.

"Sure enough, there is a problem." Mo Feng just glanced at it a few times. I realized that something was wrong, the forest was so quiet, and there were no flying insects or small animals chirping and jumping in the swamp behind me, but there was no movement in this forest.

With Mo Feng's transformation. This season is the time when mosquitoes are raging, and there is not a single mosquito in the huge forest, which is too weird, right?

When Mo Feng used his divine sense to carefully scan the forest within two kilometers, a cold air suddenly came out of his back, this turned out to be a dead land, and there was not a single living thing in the entire forest.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, if plants can survive, why are there no traces of animals? Mo Feng always felt as if he was missing something, as if there was a blurry image constantly shaking in front of him, but Mo Feng could see what it was.

I'd like to see what the hell is in this forest? While thinking about it, Mo Feng used his divine sense to carefully scan the forest again. In order to save spiritual power, this time Mo Feng reduced the distance of divine sense detection by half, and began to search carefully within a kilometer in diameter, scanning repeatedly wherever there was anything suspicious.

As time passed, the images that Mo Feng had scanned showed a coherent picture in his mind, and the feeling of danger that he had perceived before became clearer and clearer, and Mo Feng knew that he should not be far from the truth.

"It turned out to be it!" When Mo Feng's divine consciousness slowly passed by several strangely shaped ancient trees, his brain suddenly hurt, as if he had been pricked by a needle, which made Mo Feng shudder, and the original blurred image in his mind quickly merged with these ancient trees.

These ancient trees are about 123 meters high, and they look a little like the banyan tree, with staggered branches and countless roots hanging down from the branches, the roots are thick and thin, the thick ones are the size of arms, and the thin ones are about the same as chopsticks.

What surprised Mo Feng the most was that there were a few broken bones hanging on these roots, not to mention, there was a layer of bones of various animals under each tree, perhaps due to too much time, these bones had long been covered by fallen leaves and weeds, if it weren't for Mo Feng's divine sense being too strong, I am afraid that he would not have been able to find these.

"Damn, it's a man-eating tree!" After a while, Mo Feng finally recognized that these ancient trees were actually man-eating trees that only appeared in legends and made people smell and change. (To be continued.) )