The gray mist in front of Jiang Yan's eyes gradually blurred, and an idyllic farm village appeared in his sight.

Quiet, peaceful, quiet.

The sound of birdsong, running water, the rustle of leaves.

There were also a lot of various sounds, gathered together, and gently entered Jiang Yan's ears.

Although there are many voices, they are not cluttered, and listening carefully to them makes people's hearts instantly feel calm.

"It's time to harvest the grain!"

"It's time to harvest the grain!"

"It's time to harvest the grain!"

Suddenly, a clearer voice penetrated into his heart.

Jiang Yan raised his head and looked ahead, the yellow-orange rice was ripe, heavy, and bent the rice stalks.

All this can be shown that this is a good harvest year.

The corners of Jiang Yan's mouth couldn't help but hook up a satisfied smile, he remembered that he also had forty acres of land, and with these harvests, in the coming year, he would be able to marry Cuihua.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yan was suddenly stunned.

Emerald flowers?

Who's this?

I...... And who?

Jiang Yan's eyes were filled with confusion.

Zizi!

A faint voice quietly spread.

Jiang Yan's eyes dissipated blankly, and his eyes became clear again, "I am Jiang Yan, a farmer in Taoyuan Village, Cuihua, and my sweetheart......"

"Harvest the grain!"

Thinking like this, Jiang Yan followed a certain memory and came to a large valley.

He bent down, untied the scythe he was carrying, and prepared to harvest the rice.

Swish!

Jiang Yan cut it with a knife, fast and steady.

With this knife cutting, Jiang Yan inexplicably felt a faint crisis in his heart, and under the pressure of his body, the hairs on his whole neck stood up!

Jiang Yan's expression moved, and his movements stopped.

"What a strange delusion?" he shook his head, "why do you suddenly have a sense of panic that palpitates." ”

"Forget it, let's cut the grain first!"

Jiang Yan raised his sickle again, and he hooked it on the rice straw and pulled it fiercely.

Baste!

To Jiang Yan's surprise, this rice straw is very tough, and he seems to have no way to cut it!

"How is that possible?"

Jiang Yan frowned slightly, and a distorted sense of confusion rose in his heart, it was really strange that the sickle actually cut the straw.

"I don't believe it anymore. ”

Raise the scythe again.

Above the scythe, there is a layer of white air flowing.

"Hmm... What is this?" Jiang Yan was stunned, he stared blankly at the white air flow above the sickle, his eyes showing contemplation.

He held out his finger and touched it lightly.

A wound was easily cut on the fingertip, and at the same time, a faint pain came.

Jiang Yan felt that he was very familiar with this white air current, but he just couldn't remember it.

"No matter what, it's important to cut the grain......"

He must cut the grain no matter what, this seems to be an obsession in his heart.

The sickle is like a cold winter crescent, icy and cold!

With a big harvest, I can marry Cuihua, thinking of this, Jiang Yan's expression softened, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Boom! Boom!

Without waiting for Jiang Yan to cut the rice, suddenly, above this quiet village, a big hand reached out and landed from the clouds, covering everything.

With the appearance of this big hand, the snow-capped mountains collapsed, the streams rolled upside down, and above the fields, a raging fire ignited.

Jiang Yan raised his head suddenly, his eyes widening.

Click!

The scenery of the small village is like a large mirror, slowly shattering.

Jiang Yan's eyes were blurred, and then they were clear again.

His eyes were gray.

The so-called pastoral village does not exist at all, and Jiang Yan is still under the Tangxi attic.

At the moment, his behavior was rather strange.

Jiang Yan looked at his right hand, he held the long sword in his right hand, which was across his neck.

Even, through the skin of his neck, he could truly understand the cold chill on the blade of the long sword.

"Cutting the grain, cutting the grain......"

"Head Dropping ......"

Could it be...

Jiang Yan's expression was grim, he stubbornly suppressed other emotions and boldly made some kind of conjecture.

This weird, controllable mind, confusing memory, and making people suicidal.

Shit cutting grain, fucking cutting your own head.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yan suddenly felt a little afraid, just now he had been controlled by the strange.

At the same time, he was also a little puzzled as to how he had escaped from the mental illusion just now.

Could it be that kind of big hand?

Bang!

Bang!

A loud sound like thunder cracking suddenly came from the southeast, and the fog rolled, sometimes thick and sometimes faint.

Did a strong man make a move?

Jiang Yan understood.

No wonder he was able to break free of the weird grip for a while.

Jiang Yan bowed his hand to the southwest and expressed his gratitude.

Then, tilting his head slightly, his gaze drooping, he took a closer look at his neck.

As he watched carefully, a white mark came into his eyes.

Jiang Yan was glad in his heart.

Fortunately, he cultivated high-level external skills, and he cut it casually, but he didn't hurt himself.

Fortunately, there are strong people who make timely moves, and if they use their internal qi to attack themselves, it will really be unpredictable.

By the way, that sound?

Jiang Yan immediately became vigilant, he had just listened carefully to that strange voice before he fell into a daze.

He looked around, and his face turned cold.

Jiang Yan found that there seemed to be fewer people in their group.

"A few people were killed just now!" he asked directly.

"Hall Master, just now we directly lost twenty people!"

Twenty people?

Jiang Yan's expression was silent, he lowered his eyes and whispered.

After a few breaths, Jiang Yan slowly straightened up, ready to lead people to continue to escape.

A person cannot be resurrected from death, but he who is alive must always strive to live.

"Remember, don't listen carefully to the sound in the fog, this sound should be a strange means, but it can confuse the mind, once you are disabled, the gods are difficult to save, and it is basically death!"

Jiang Yan reminded loudly that just now their group was also very thrilling, and twenty-one people, including Jiang Yan, directly pulled out their weapons and wiped their necks.

is the same as the situation of the suicide of the Lishui Gang just met, which is really panicked and frightening.

Among these twenty-one people, except for Jiang Yan, who cut his neck and did not break his skin, the others all died.

"Hall Master, do you mean that this strange sound in the fog is a curse?"

In the crowd, an apprentice asked loudly.

Jiang Yan shook his head, "Whether it's a curse or not, I'm not sure, but when I listened to this sound just now, my spiritual sense was confused, and my mind also had an illusion, and in this illusion, I would obsessively cut the grain......

"In the illusion, for the grain cutting, in reality, for the head cutting!"

Jiang Yan explained carefully.

Then, he looked up to the southeast, and the fog was so thick that he couldn't see anything clearly.

But the roaring sound of battle just now has disappeared.

But the fog remains.

So, did that strong man also fail and was eaten by the weird?

"Hall Master, what should we do next?" someone asked.

"Keep walking again, this time along the curb, look closely, this time we must find out how we came back again!"

Jiang Yan ordered coldly.

Similar to the method of ghost hitting the wall, if you probe carefully, you should be able to find something unusual.

And the node to break this small means should be near the peculiarity.

......