Chapter 77: Xanadu

The figure of the black shadow was slumped at that time, but he still escaped after all.

At this time, the closest one of the trackers in the back had just approached Ma Lan. It is even more regrettable that the proximity of one person really does not make a big difference.

These trackers are also similar to the previous black shadows, with empty tracking and light skills, but their combat effectiveness can only be regarded as average among the dreamers. With just a sword, Ma Lan slashed the rushing stalker back, as if he had been slightly injured.

The black shadow's serious injury, Ma Lan's strength, made the stalkers obviously have more concerns. So their blocking is not so resolute.

After that, although Han Cangting and the others were still attacked by the stalkers, they still rushed into the "fog" of the ancient battlefield without danger.

The people who watched the martial arts all entered the ancient battlefield, and then they were completely engulfed by the "mist", and even their figures disappeared, and the stalkers all hesitated.

The danger of the ancient battlefield, they, who were born and raised in Xiwu Province, naturally heard about it.

Regardless of whether the legend of the demon is true or not, one thing is certain, so far, no one has been heard of coming out of the "fog" of the ancient battlefield.

Even the daring dreamers are no exception.

From this, it is enough to illustrate the danger of the ancient battlefield.

They appeared in such a hurry just now just to prevent the martial arts people from entering.

It's not that they're worried that the martial arts people will die in it—they wish that all the martial arts people would die cleanly, but that "they won't see anyone alive." Without a corpse, they would not be able to prove that Pang Shiyuan and the East China Special Service Group were dead.

without proving their death. Many of their ideas are not easy to implement.

Now that the martial arts people have entered the ancient battlefield, should they follow in?

This question is really difficult.

Every dreamer cherishes his or her life.

They all firmly believe that they are different from others, and that fate has chosen them, otherwise why are they the only ones in the vast crowd to become dreamers?

In the past, many dreamers called themselves the Chosen One. That's it. To this day, many people still call themselves so, and they still think so.

Therefore. Although they are all forces and organizations, no matter how severe the order is, no matter how powerful the authority, it cannot make them willing. It's also hard to drive them to take risks. To fight hard, to send to death.

That's the way it is now.

These people who can keep up with Han Cangting and them are naturally dreamers, they all cherish their lives very much, and they don't want to die inexplicably at the hands of the demons and monsters on the ancient battlefield.

But just lost people like this, it doesn't seem to be easy to explain!?

Han Cangting didn't know the hesitation of the trackers, and they wouldn't care if they knew. They only cared about what was going on on the ancient battlefield now.

They have just entered the ancient battlefield. They were all on guard, thinking that they would be in danger immediately.

But I don't want to. Except for a little dazed discomfort when they first entered the "fog", they were not in the slightest danger.

Even, the peace and security are too much, it is simply a paradise.

When they settled down, what they saw was a small village full of life.

Around them, there are three generations of young, middle-aged and old people chatting, farting and playing chess under the shade of the trees, and there are joyful children full of childlike play.

Looking again, outside the village, there are people busy in the fields. And above the village, there is still smoke curling.

It is a peaceful and peaceful ancient pastoral scene, which makes them suspect that they are in a dream.

And when they looked at each other and themselves, they saw that they were the same as the other villagers, and the men were all dressed in gray-brown linen clothes; Women's clothes are slightly brighter in color, but they are also a little old-fashioned.

They were still confused, and the old man sitting opposite Han Cangting was already urging impatiently: "I said Old Man Han, you still can't play this chess?" It's been so long, and it's not left behind. ”

"Playing chess?" Han Cangting was a little dazed by the urging, and then found that he was still holding a black Go chess piece in his hand. He immediately knew what he should do, suppressed the doubts in his heart, and casually landed the chess pieces on the chessboard, which was already dotted around.

"Old man Han, are you sure you made a mistake? You've locked up your own dragon! I see that you are really out of shape today. Han Cangting took it lightly, of course he wouldn't be very clever, and the old man on the other side who found the problem said, "Is it because of the descendant of the Pang family?" ”

"The descendants of the Pang family?" As soon as Han Cangting was excited, he thought of Pang Shiyuan. Only then did he realize that Pang Shiyuan on his back had disappeared. Because the environment has changed too much just now, he didn't even notice this.

Han Cangting, whose heart had already been raised, still couldn't figure out the situation, so he could only vaguely say "um", wanting to get more information.

The old man comforted: "I know that you and the Pang family originally had a deep friendship, and you grew up watching the Pang family grow up. Even if there is some dirt between the two now, you will be worried. However, you can't do anything about it! I heard that there was a lot of trouble outside, but I didn't expect that there would be robbers in a poor country like ours. It's good that he can get his life back. ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Han Cangting and found that he was still in a state of desperation, so he said helplessly: "Forget it, if you are not in the state today, I will let you go." Since you're so worried, why bother holding on, just go to the Pang family and have a look! The Pang family suffered this catastrophe, and they must not hold on to that little thing back then, and they should not refuse your visit. ”

There was too much information in the old man's words, which made Han Cangting think very hard.

He was about to take advantage of the situation to see if the so-called descendants of the Pang family were Pang Shiyuan, when a loud bell rang at the entrance of the village.

The originally peaceful and quiet atmosphere of the village was shattered at once as the bell rang.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they all moved like clockwork. Clean up, shout people, don't need to clean up and leave, and there is chaos in the shade of the trees.

And the peasants who were still working hard just now in the distance also rushed back.

It looks chaotic, but there seems to be some hidden order, and the villagers seem to know what to do.

In the chaos and order, all kinds of voices also arise. Those useless sounds that Han Cangting automatically filtered, the rest were more valuable.

"The robber who killed a thousand knives really came here!"

"It's over, it's over, this year's crops can't be saved!"

"No! Fight with them. Without food, how can we live in the second half of the year? ”

"Then what are you waiting for, those who have the strength to go home and get their weapons and prepare for battle. Old men, women, children, don't run around, hide in their cellars! ”

Han Cangting, Jia Taoyu, and Ma Lan were all at a loss for a while, and they didn't know what to do?

They still don't know what's going on! (To be continued......)