Minutes and seconds passed.

The sun sets.

The night was getting darker.

However, before dark, out of prudence, Fang Zheng called Haina and them over.

"Your wounds are almost healed, and before it gets dark, you all leave this grave world. I'm going to start looking for a way into the mountains, and if something happens, I might not be able to take care of you. "Fang Zheng asked Haina to get them out of here first.

"If I don't find my way into the mountains, I'll go out and look for you. ”

"If I don't go out to look for you, it means that I have already gone into the mountains, or I have encountered something temporarily and cannot take care of you, but no matter what the outcome is, you should not come in again. ”

"If I haven't gone out to look for you after half a day, it means that the situation here is too complicated for you to stay any longer, you should leave quickly, the blessed land is so big, not only this opportunity, there are more opportunities waiting for you to explore. ”

Fang Zheng carefully admonished them one by one.

Haina and the others looked anxious and were about to open their mouths to speak, but Fang Zheng didn't wait for them to speak, and directly interrupted.

Fang Zheng looked at the three of Reed: "When you get out, whether you live or die, it depends on how they deal with you, as long as they are willing to let you go, you can regain your freedom." ”

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When Fang Zheng quietly sent Haina away and returned to the village, night fell again.

With the help of the thick night, a group of people quietly approached the place where Fang Zheng lived.

The number of this team was about 1456 people, and they all covered their faces with clothes to hide their identities. Led by one of the leaders, they got closer and closer to where Fang Zheng lived.

Until they came a few meters away, the men quietly lurked and did not move.

Then the people began to mumble and mutter, listening to the accent from Southeast Asia, but not Siamese, but Annamite.

"Are you sure those Siamese live here?" asked the leader.

"That's right, according to the information I have heard, those Siamese people live here, and those Siamese people, as locals, must know about this village. As long as we catch those Siamese, we will definitely find our way into the mountains, and we will be the first to enter the mountains!" the tone of his subordinate was full of excitement and eagerness.

Then, very disdainfully, he said: "Those people are really stupid, the Siamese live here, and they don't come to arrest people, if I hadn't overheard someone talking about this group of Siamese, we would have almost missed this great luck!"

"Head, shall we rush in and arrest someone?"

As soon as the words fell, the other Annan people began to look at the person who took the lead.

These Annan people are all newcomers who just came in today, and they have never seen how Fang Zheng became famous in a battle that day, so they all pinched Fang Zheng as a soft persimmon.

As they spoke, the Annamites began to pull out an object.

It was an amber stone.

And in the amber stone, there is a pale human eye with an eyelid attached.

It turned out that these Annan people, and the Annan people who had been exterminated by the Founder Regiment, were all from the same organization.

When they first arrived, they dared to fight the idea of uprightness, because they relied on the "ghost eyes" in their hands! If they hadn't encountered Fangzheng at the beginning, these Annanites would have already wiped out the Western cultivators and occupied the Hundred Buddha Temple.

It was precisely because the group of people was wiped out at the beginning that no one escaped, so the large army that came from behind, out of caution and caution, changed to another Buddhist temple to attack.

It's just that when you enter the blessed land, you need to go to the Buddha card to avoid the prohibition in the passage, the number of Buddha cards is limited, and who would have thought that once you enter the blessed land, it is a ghost lake and a ghost temple, and the members are lost seven, eight or nine, and in the end there are only so many people left.

This blessed land can be described as a heavy loss for them, so they want to make a big move in the blessed land and plunder more cultivation resources to make up for this loss.

That's where we are now.

This group of Annan people, who were in a hurry to jump over the wall, hit the idea of Fang Zheng here.

It's just that they tried their best to avoid Fang Zheng outside, but after entering the blessed land, they finally took the initiative to provoke Shang Zheng.

Faced with the eager gaze of a group of subordinates, the leader did not immediately give the order to take prisoners, but thought.

In fact, he also sensed a little smell of conspiracy.

Why did so many forces not touch the Siamese, was it really only they who could have thought that catching the Siamese would be equivalent to finding a clue to enter the mountain? Are the others really stupid and have not thought of it?

"Huh, where did the smoke come from? such a big smoke, it can't be that the houses where the Siamese live are on fire?" the subordinate exclaimed in a low voice, awakening the leader who was in deep thought, and he took the lead to take a look, and sure enough, a lot of smoke rose from the room where the target was.

Call!

A night wind blew, the smoke was deflected by the wind, cough, these Annanites let out a suppressed low cough.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, this smoke is so choking!"

"Something that burns so badly, bigger than the smoke of burning wet wood!"

These Annan people can't stand the smell of smoke, and they are constantly fanning the wind with their hands.

But something even weirder happened.

The more they tried to fan their hands away, the more they choked on the smoke, and the more the smoke from the sky blew towards them, as if they were competing with them, and the smoke made their noses and throats more and more uncomfortable.

"Ahem, I found myself unable to control my tear ducts, my eyes kept watering with tears!"

More and more people can't stand the smoke and fire, and their eyes are red like rabbit eyes, and they can't stop shedding tears in their eyes.

It's not that they want to cry.

I can't stand it in my eyes.

At this time, one of his subordinates was squatting in the hiding place with a little numb legs, and wanted to hold on to the wall with one hand and wipe his tears with the other, but he didn't know if it was because the cultivator's strength was too great, or the quality of the wall itself was not good.

The whole wall collapsed and smashed down, at such a close distance, it was too late for these people to hide, and the people were directly smashed by the fallen earthen wall, filled with smoke and dust, and the dust on their bodies was embarrassed.

The sudden movement here immediately attracted the attention of the others around him.

The leader also knew that his side had been exposed, and he planned to leave the place first, but as a result, he was just about to lead people out of the hiding place, when a tree trunk that had been dead for an unknown number of years was planted in front of a family next to him, and it broke and smashed inexplicably.

Although he didn't hit anyone this time, the leader showed ruthlessness.

"This place is weird! We've been exposed, don't hide anymore, let's rush in and grab people as fast as we can, and then withdraw immediately!"

A group of grizzled Annamite people immediately prepared to kill, but as soon as they rushed out of the smoke and dust, they saw a famous man squatting on the courtyard wall of the house where the target was located, looking at them curiously.

The man was still clutching a cigarette stick.