Tu Shanjun swam in a muffled voice for a while, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Big guy...... Look, my performance this time is okay, right?"

"Huh?"

Nan Ming, who was trying to brew "homesickness", glanced at it strangely when he heard this, "Who gave you confidence?"

“......”

"Well, for your sake. ”

Nan Ming knew that it was also doing its best, although the effect was not satisfactory, it could still be encouraged.

He searched the world in his womb and pulled out a dark wooden box. The lid of the box opened, and a cloudy wind that had been dusty for many years whimpered and escaped, revealing the scattered gadgets inside.

There are polished and smooth eyes, white finger bones that linger with resentment, skull lanterns illuminated with soul fire, blood droplets wrapped in amber crystals, and corked glass bottles containing small people......

Throwing any one out is a big weirdness that can harm a continent.

Nan Ming randomly picked one of them and threw it to Tu Shanjun, who took it like a treasure and carefully buried it in his body.

Then he reluctantly glanced into the box, and it wanted every item in it...... These ancient collections, which have precipitated the atmosphere of countless eras, are the most precious and popular trade items among transcendents, including Nightmare, and are also symbols of status and wealth.

Make it salivate.

For Nanming, these are just toys collected when he was young, and they are useless except for occasionally turning them out to reminisce about the innocent days of the past.

Tu Shanjun accepted the reward, and in a cheerful mood, he rolled in the river, causing a wave of turbulence.

Immediately, it flattered again: "Thank you, big man." Boss, do you have anything else to do, if it's okay, can I go......"

"You wait first. ”

Nan Ming stopped it.

Then his chest and abdomen cracked, and a thick thread-sealed book fell out. Tu Shanjun was scared and couldn't help but glance at it curiously, the title of the cover page was "Nightmare Catalogue".

It froze.

"Don't be nervous. This is just an illustrated book for species research. ”

Nan Ming explained casually.

Then he turned a new page, smeared blood on the blank space with his fingertips, looked up from time to time, revised and modified, and soon copied a lifelike portrait of the black snake.

Then, he added a very small annotation to the end: sweet in nature, sweet in taste, loose in the mouth, and rich in aroma......

Tu Shanjun quietly peeked over, wanting to get a glimpse of what he was writing.

But Nan Ming immediately closed the book and swallowed it into his chest and abdomen.

"Alright, there you go. I'll look for you again if there's something. He dismissed.

Although he really wanted to save this delicious guy for lunch, he also knew that he couldn't fish all the time, and if he saw one and eat the other, I am afraid that soon there would be no little one willing to play with him.

Anyway, as long as the real name is in hand, it can't escape from its palm, so it should be stocked for the time being.

Letting go of Tu Shanjun, Nan Ming climbed ashore wet and walked to a small fishing village with cooking smoke by the river.

When he got closer, he found that it was not cooking smoke, but the smoke of burning corpses, and the smell of barbecue meat was mixed with the stench.

A gang of bandits has attacked the fishing village, and the houses are beeping and burning in the blazing light.

The villagers who were alive were herded into the open field for the bandits to slaughter for their sexual pleasure, and the food and goods were carried into baskets and horses, and even the children were kidnapped and kept in cages like goods.

Cries, scolding, excited laughter, and the long neighing of frightened horses......

On this day, on the bank of the river, it was blown away by the wind after not spreading far.

When everything is quiet, it's as if nothing happened.

Nanming wanted to ask for directions, but since the villagers were dead, it was the same to ask these bandits.

But before he could go up, he saw a group of bandits riding horses and wielding broadswords, rushing towards them with great vigour, and roaring in some dialects that he did not understand.

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With a smile on his face, he opened his arms and greeted him like a hug.

Black-red blood sprayed from his hands, instantly forming an overwhelming web that enveloped the entire fishing village into a wriggling cocoon.

With a soft "boom", everything fell silent.

Nan Ming's hands returned to their smooth and slender appearance, waved his sleeves, and turned in one direction. Leaving behind a large, sleek crater, like a bowl hollowing out the earth.

A quarter of an hour later.

Several monks dressed in azure crane pattern feathers broke through the air and stood in the air staring at the big pit. They wore grim silver-white masks on their faces, and their eyes were covered without showing a trace of expression.

Someone took out a book to record, and when he was done, he tore off a page, and the page turned into a crane and flew away.

Someone sacrificed a mirror-shaped magic weapon and swept it to the ground, and the surrounding scene was completely enclosed in the mirror, forming a realistic image as if it were there.

Others fell to the edge of the pit and carefully picked up a tiny grain of soil, as if looking for some clues......

These people are the wind chasers of Tianji Pavilion.

As ubiquitous as the wind, and as invisible as the wind.

The Wind Chasing Envoy is responsible for the collection and transmission of information in the Tianji Pavilion. Whenever they appear, it means that something extraordinary has happened here.

After the feathered monks finished their investigation, they passed the news back in great detail.

Then he rose against the wind, followed the footsteps of Nanming's departure, and went to the south in concealment.

Nanming didn't notice these little insects hanging far behind him, maybe he did, and he wouldn't care.

He had gone deep into the mountains, trudging through the foliage forests and surrounded by insects and beasts. In the direction of progress, there are also heavy mountains that stretch for thousands of miles, with mountains and mountains, high and low.

From the bandits' memories, this is the closest direction to Wucheng.

Originally, there was a winding road, but he felt that the straight line was the shortest, that is, when he encountered mountains and mountains, encountered water and water, and encountered people and beasts who did not have long eyes blocking the road, then he would have dinner at night.

Detours? non-existent.

Ten days later, a swordsman dressed in black came out of the mountains and followed a team of merchants transporting goods.

His clothes were covered with wind and dust, and the iron sword he carried was rusty and mottled, and he looked down.

However, the posture is vigorous, the wind is fresh under the feet, and the handsome face, which is slightly darkened, is less childish, and more heroic, attracting the female relatives in the caravan to look forward to it.

This is a merchant who travels to a ghost city, selling some common medicinal herbs. Because it is not valuable, the people who accompany it are all mortals, and there are no cultivators.

It looks like just an ordinary caravan.

Because they were still some distance from the ghost city, they camped in the field that night and slept in the open air. In the middle of the night, Nanming, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly felt an itch in his neck, and it seemed that insects had crawled up.

He yawned and bounced it away, intending to roll over and go back to sleep.

It's just that at this moment, there was a "pop" sound in my ears, like the sound of a tomato crushing to the ground. Immediately after, the entire camp seemed to boil, and the screams broke through the sky.

"Ahh

I can't sleep anymore.

Nan Ming rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up, and found himself surrounded by many people, some of whom were from the caravan he had seen during the day, and some of whom were unfamiliar faces.

They all had swords, guns, swords, and axes in their hands, and their gloomy faces had not faded before they were replaced by astonishment.

Smelling a trace of fresh blood on the tip of his nose, Nan Ming looked blankly and saw a corpse lying on the ground not far away...... To be precise, a puddle of corpses was attached.

The tendons are broken and fractured, the flesh and blood are turned into mud, and it is basically impossible to distinguish the human appearance.

There was also a knife rolling down the ground.

The blade rolled up, as if it had been twisted by a great force, forming an eerie shape.

“......”

Nan Ming twitched his hand with some weakness, and then sighed with regret on his face.

Looking up at the people around him again, he showed a gentle smile: "Sorry, I didn't mean to. Can someone tell me what's going on, though?"

"You ...... Why kill me. ”

Deathly silence.

The people gathered around gradually retreated, retreated, retreated to a certain distance, and then suddenly pulled their legs and ran.

But......

"Phew!"

A streak of blood, barely visible in the night, instantly pierced the void and pierced the chest of the fastest runner.

"All come back and answer my questions. ”

However, no one looked back.

Everyone fled in all directions as if they had gone mad, and in a few breaths they all disappeared into darkness, leaving only some old and young and female dependents in the same place, trembling with horror on their faces.

Nan Ming's gaze fell on them, and the latter immediately knelt down and begged for mercy: "Don't kill me, please don't kill me...... I—We're just hired by those guys, we don't know anything......"

There was a fishy smell wafting in the wind, and some people were so frightened that they were incontinent.

Nan Ming stretched out a finger, squeezed out a drop of bright red blood from his fingertips, and flicked it lightly, and the blood bead flew down at his feet.

Rustling rustling ......

Like the sound of thousands of ants gnawing, and like quicksand pouring for thousands of miles, I saw that the place where the blood beads landed instantly turned into dust, and swept away in waves, and the whole hill began to melt, like frost under the scorching sun.

Those who fled looked behind them in horror as they ran.

No matter how hard they ran, the engulfing terror still caught up with them, melting them into screams or cries, and sprinkling them on the ground to form a thin layer of ash.

Finally, the last man is about to be caught up.

It was a sturdy young warrior, originally an iron-clad man, but at the moment he was so frightened that he cried bitterly, and ran desperately to run away, only hating his parents for not having two more legs.

The screams all around him fell silent, and the young man who realized that he was the only one left couldn't help but look back, only to find that the edge of the melt was at his feet......

"Ahhhh

He howled and ran even harder, when suddenly a man appeared in front of him.

The man who was so strange that he didn't match what the intelligence said he was.

"Please...... Leave me alone! I'll say everything, I'll tell you everything......"

He was completely devastated.

However, Nan Ming didn't bother to listen to his chatter, and poked a finger directly into his skull, sucking the memory along with his soul.

Then a strange expression appeared on his face......

"Actually, someone is offering me a reward?!"

And the amount is not low, 500,000 spirit yuan. Converted into silver dollars used by mortals, it is tens of millions, and the annual tax income of ordinary cities is only that.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he was a little excited.