Early in the morning of the second day, Mo Han and Tongzi, who planned to go to 'Tang City', had been waiting at the entrance of the village for a long time.

When Qin Yu came to the entrance of the village, both of them noticed that each other's faces were very ugly.

"What's wrong with you?" Mo Han frowned and asked.

Qin Yu shook his head and said, "It's not much, let's go."

Seeing that Qin Yu didn't say anything, after the two exchanged a look, they didn't ask more, but walked directly towards the outside of the village.

Mo Han took the lead.

The mountains are vast and endless, like demon gods, standing in the darkness, exuding a palpitating aura.

Darkness, on the Eternal Soul Continent, is a symbol of terror.

Because there is a hell in it!

Qin Yu held the green leaves given by the sacrificial spirit tree, looked around, stared at the dark corners around him, and in the depths of his eyes, he was still worried.

Not only him, but Mo Han as well.

Both of them are dusk, and strictly speaking, this is the first time that the two of them have left the village!

Although Mo Han had left before, it was all under the leadership of the Sacrificial Spirit Tree.

Among the three, there is only one boy, who is calm and calm.

After all, he is the official of Anbei Mansion in Tianlong County, and he walks outside all the year round, and he has his own way of dealing with ordinary prison spirits.

"You two don't need to be so nervous, there is the smell of the big demon leaves, and the idle prison spirits don't dare to approach at all...... Moreover, this belongs to the edge of Anbei Mansion, and the number of prison spirits is very rare, and even if there are, they are some of them with low strength...... I'm here, don't worry! The boy spoke confidently.

Mo Han nodded, acknowledging this.

This world is balanced, not tilted on one side.

Hell Spirits are terrifying, they are the natural enemies of the soul!

But the soul body can exist in the Eternal Soul Continent, occupy a dominant position, and it is not idle.

Having said that, Qin Yu's inner vigilance did not relax in the slightest. He clearly remembered that there was a prison spirit, unusual, that could ignore the sacrificial spirit tree and go directly into the village...... If it weren't for that holy character inscription, I'm afraid that he would have become the ration in the mouth of the prison spirit now.

"Mo Han, how far is it?" Qin Yu asked.

"Come on, we've already walked more than half the distance. Climb over the mountain in front of you and you'll find the 'Red Tide Valley'. Mo Han said: "Hongxi Valley is the only 'Tang City' among the 100 miles and 19 villages. ”

"In 'Tang City', there is everything, we can exchange everything in this hundred miles and nineteen villages. In addition, there are hundreds of miles away, such as things in Anbei Province...... If it was in previous years, after the Copper Coin Festival, basically people from 19 villages would go to Tang City to make collective purchases...... It's just that now, this time, we don't have much money in the Spirit Sacrifice Village! ”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for your village!" The boy said guiltily.

"It's happened, and it's useless to say that. Let's find a way to break the game as soon as possible. Don't forget, the whole village is waiting for us. Qin Yu said.

The green leaves of the sacrificial spirit tree, emitting a soft glow of emerald green, wrapped the bodies of the three of them, and walked forward in the darkness. From a distance, it looks like a candle flame, and in the dark, it is particularly conspicuous.

Red Tide Valley is a special area within a hundred miles.

It's a closed canyon!

Red Tide Valley, as its name suggests, is red! Red brilliance, red charm, red ghosts!

For some reason, this is the forbidden area of the Prison Spirit.

In addition, the location of this place is special, and it is in the most central position of 100 miles, and over time, it has developed into the 'Tang City' of 100 miles and 19 villages! ’

Boom Boom Boom......

Before he got close to the Red Tide Valley, Qin Yu heard a roar similar to a tidal wave in the distance.

The sound is sometimes loud and sometimes small, far and near.

Wandering, can't tell, which specific direction!

"What's that sound?" The first time Qin Yu came to Red Tide Valley, the first time he heard this voice, his soul couldn't help but be shocked, and he asked.

"Voice of the Red Tide!" Mo Han said.

"The Voice of the Red Tide?" Qin Yu was surprised.

"I have long heard that there is a red tide valley in 100 miles and 19 villages, which can make the sound of tides...... When I heard it today, it really lived up to its reputation. Rao is my soul, the first time I heard this voice, my soul body was about to vibrate, and it seemed to be a lot more condensed. The boy closed his eyes and listened quietly, and after half a ring, he opened his eyes and exclaimed, "I really don't know how this sound was formed?" ”

"The Sound of Red Tides has been in existence since the existence of Red Tide Valley. Many people have come here to understand the origin of the formation of this sound, but it seems that since ancient times, no one has been able to solve this mystery, and over time no one has snooped on it. Mo Han said.

"How can the mystery of the ages be easy to solve?" The boy sighed, and then said: "Don't talk about this, time is pressing, let's hurry up and go to Tang City to have a look, after reading it, we must rush back before dark." ”

Hearing this, Qin Yu and Mo Han nodded at the same time.

Red Tide Valley is a special existence, located between two mountains.

Its entrance is not large, about three zhang in size.

Qin Yu and the three of them rushed in.

When you enter the Red Tide Valley, you will see a patch of red!

In the valley, on the rock wall, there are red maples everywhere...... These red maples are ancient, with thick crown branches, dense branches and leaves, and a prosperous one. When the wind blows, countless red maple leaves float away, like red snowflakes, sprinkled down, a beautiful dream.

At the edge of the inner wall of the valley, there are many stalls.

At each stall, there are many commodities such as soul rice, candies, and medicinal herbs...... and countless other products.

"Here it is...... Tang City! Qin Yu muttered and walked towards a stall.

The owner of the stall is an old man.

Dressed in plain linen clothes, he reclined on a wicker chair with half-squinted eyes, dragging a large black cigarette stick in one hand, lazy and casual, and from time to time spit out a cloud of smoke from his mouth.

On the old man's stall, a sign was erected.

"Zhang Ji Soul Rice Shop! Don't disturb if you're not sincere! ”

Someone patronized his stall, the old man opened his eyes, glanced at Qin Yu, and said, "Buy rice?" ”

Qin Yu looked at the old man for a while and said, "No, take a look!" ”

"Oh, look at ...... casually" Hearing this, the old man replied casually, leaned back again, fell on the rattan chair, and no longer paid attention to Qin Yu, but concentrated on smoking a big cigarette.

The old man is different from other stall owners, who are generally enthusiastic and slightly indifferent to their customers.

I don't care, whether the customer buys it or not.

"Qin Yu, he is Lao Zhangtou, a ...... from the next village Hongxi Valley has been selling rice for decades, and it is indifferent...... However, the quality of his rice here is much better than that of other places! But relatively...... It's also expensive! Mo Han said.

The boy stood on one side, not speaking, staring at the stall.

The things on these stalls don't have any attraction to him.

But for the Sacrifice Village, these things are life-saving.