Ah Bao looked at the deep mountains and old forests in front of him, and glanced at Wen Huang with some doubts, the latter also felt that something was wrong, and thought for a moment with a slight frown, and said, "There will be nothing wrong with the induction technique." It's just strange that I can only follow his breath to this point, and when I want to go deeper, his breath will dissipate. This has never been the case before......"

Po glanced into the bottomless forest, and faintly sensed that there were traces of spells in the depths of the forest. This should be the mountain forest in the north of Yanshui City, and most of the way further is the village that was slaughtered. Thinking of this, she felt her body start to shake uncontrollably again.

Wen Huang thought she was scared, so he quipped: "If you're afraid, why don't we go back now?" Anyway, that elder seems to have a profound cultivation, and if he is there, I am afraid that Yuan will not need us to do anything more. ”

Po shook his head solemnly, looked at him, and made a gesture of "move forward".

Wen Huang understood this time, so he raised his eyebrows: "You say go, go over there." After speaking, he took the lead and strode in front.

The forest is very deep, the canopy of the trees overhead covers the sky and the sun, and countless shade-loving plants grow wildly in the forest in an orderly manner.

The forest is too quiet, and the sound of stepping on a dead branch or accidentally kicking a stone on the road will echo around it several times, making people feel a little uneasy from the bottom of their hearts.

"This forest is very strange, the deeper you go, the heavier the bloody atmosphere." Wen Huang walked in front and didn't look back.

Ah Bao was shocked, she originally only thought that this forest was terrifyingly quiet, but when Wen Huang said this, she seemed to smell the smell of blood, and she only felt a churning in her stomach.

"The smell of blood I am talking about, you humans can't smell it." Wen Huang seemed to have eyes behind his back, and could see that Ah Bao was retching, and said, "You asked me to bring you here, I think you are mentally prepared, but there are some things I still need to remind you." ”

"It's unreasonable that the woods are so lush that you can't even hear the chirping of birds and insects."

"My clan is good at the art of transcending the arts, and since ancient times, they have settled in a spatial rift above the ruins, and their ability to sense time and space is weak, and no clan in the world dares to be the first."

Po listened carefully, knowing that he was right, but he didn't know what he meant by saying it at this time.

"The feeling I have here is somewhat similar to the spatial rift where my clan has settled, or maybe I am on the way to perform the Trespassing." Wen Huang said, "The reason why there is no sound of birds and beasts in this forest is not because someone drove them all away, or they were frightened and fled. ”

Po suddenly understood what he meant.

"For example, if you compare this valley to a picture scroll, you and I are on one side of the scroll, and the birds and beasts, and even the disciples of your sect who have lost their word for word are on the other side, if we fold the canvas in half at this time, we will no longer be able to see each other."

At this point, Po finally came to his senses. According to Wen Huang's meaning, there should be a spatial dislocation here for some reason, and those creatures who originally lived in the mountains may have unknowingly fallen into the rift at this moment, isolated from the place where the two of them were.

Therefore, the reason why Wufang Zhenren could not find the whereabouts of Chu Zhaoran and others was mostly the same.

Wen Huang, who was walking in front, suddenly crossed his arm and stopped Bao's footsteps. Po's gaze crossed the sleeves of Wen Huang's wide robe, and in front of him was a lifeless village, and the gray mist shrouded the sky over the village, and the atmosphere was strange and terrifying.

"There's no one alive in here." Wen Huang stared at the village for a moment, looked down at Ah Bao, and asked, "Do you want to go in?" ”

Po nodded, and his heart began to beat wildly. This is the slaughtered village in front of her, which once seemed to be a paradise, similar to her hometown......

Wen Huang looked at her and said, "Let's go." After speaking, he stepped into the gate of the village. Po settled down and walked in after him.

As soon as you step into the fog, you will be greeted by an uncomfortable smell. Po couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose with his hands, only feeling that the smell was familiar, but he couldn't tell where he had smelled it.

"It's a dead man's smell." Wen Huang said lightly.

Po was shocked, and his hairs stood on end.

More than 100 people died overnight, and the corpses were piled up...... Wen Huang's words also reminded her that she had smelled this smell in her village ten years ago. After a person dies, the corpse will emit such a smell after a long time.

She also thought that every time Gu Ah Weng was in the kitchen handling the meat or offal of various animals, she would be uncontrollably nauseous and retching, because the smell would evoke the most terrifying memories in her heart.

It turns out that after the death of a human being, the taste is the same as that of an animal after death. The same goes for her family......

There was a churn in her stomach, which made her internal organs hurt. Po gritted his teeth and held back, forcing himself to keep up with Wen Huang's pace.

The houses in the village are still clean and tidy, if it hadn't been for this catastrophe overnight, there must have been smoke curling and warm and lively at this moment.

After walking along the path between the houses, the fog in front of me was so thick that I could barely reach my fingers. Po had to cling to Wen Huang's back to make sure he didn't lose it. In contrast, Wen Huang didn't seem to be affected in any way, walking like the wind, as if the fog in front of him didn't exist at all.

After bypassing a dilapidated courtyard wall, Wen Huang suddenly stopped without warning, and Ah Bao behind him didn't have time to react, and hit his head on the back of the acquaintance.

"Here we are." Wen Huang didn't look back to the tunnel.

Po's heart sank, and he glanced forward, but only saw a gray mist.

"If you're ready, pull on my clothes." Wen Huang said, "If you don't want to see it, I can take you around here." ”

Hearing this, Ah Bao took a deep breath, and then raised his hand and tugged at Wen Huang's clothes. At the same time, a strong gust of air swirled from under the two of them, and then spread violently in all directions, like a wave of air from an explosion that blew the surrounding fog away without a trace for a moment.

After the air flow subsided, the next second, Po saw a scene that she would never forget in her life.

In front of him was a clearing in the middle of the village, and hundreds of corpses were crookedly placed in the clearing, piled up more than two people high. The faces of the corpses were as pale as dust, men and women, young and old. It was as if he had died unconscious in his sleep, and then someone had moved here.

At eye level with Po is the face of a middle-aged woman, lying on her back in the pile of corpses, for some reason, Po feels that she looks like her mother in her memory. The woman seemed to be holding a child in her arms, but she was so small that she was drowned in the middle of the corpse, revealing only one small hand.

This reminded Po of her younger sister who had just been born for a long time, and the same was true of her sister's little hands in her memory.

Po stared at the hand, and a string of images flashed through her mind, it was that gray morning ten years ago, she struggled to get up from the pile of corpses, and the smell of the air around her made her feel her organs churning. She saw her mother's gray face, and the sister she was holding in her arms, her stiff little hands still holding the strips of rags that had been torn from her clothes during the previous night's play.

Then she saw a figure, distant and vague. She couldn't see clearly, but vaguely felt that the snow-white robe on the man's body was like a cloud rolling in the wind, and the long black hair of the man's splashed ink was entangled in her sight......

Before he knew it, Po stepped forward and raised his hand to touch the little gray hand in the pile of corpses. At the last moment, Wen Huang suddenly heard Wen Huang shouting at her, but she couldn't hear where the voice came from.

Po was startled, suddenly came back to his senses, turned his head to look, only to find that there was no one behind him.