"Wow!"

The water moved violently, forming a huge whirlpool at the bottom of the river.

A huge tearing force came, and Fang Mu stretched out his hand, grabbed the hand of the man in the hat, and broke it hard.

The power of the six elephants was activated, and the man's hand was easily broken, and the tearing force of the whirlpool made the man fly towards the center of the whirlpool.

"Bang!"

The man in the hat approached the whirlpool, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a splash and disappeared.

The heat of the jade pendant was still there, Fang Mu stared at the whirlpool, raised his right hand flatly, and shook it hard.

"Still want to run?"

The whirlpool seemed to have received instructions, and in a blink of an eye, it stopped, and the river was quiet again.

Fang Mu hooked his finger at a certain place, and the water flow in that place began to twist continuously, and then a human figure slowly condensed.

The man with the hat on his head appeared, writhing in the river, as if an invisible force was controlling its movements.

Fang Mu's right hand was clenched weakly and slowly tightened.

The man in the hat writhed more and more, and the water around him formed a visible shape, squeezing it.

It wanted to flee as a stream of water, but a stronger force was restraining it, and the currents around it seemed to stop listening to its orders and were constantly pressuring it.

Fang Mu's right hand was retracted, slowly clenched into a fist, and then waved it lightly to the side......

"Bang!"

The man in the hat exploded under the pressure of the water and dissipated in the river.

Fang Mu raised his head, and the current around him pushed him upward.

......

On the surface of the river, a whirlpool suddenly appeared, and in the center of the whirlpool, Fang Mu slowly floated up.

The water flowed under Fang Mu's feet, pushing him forward continuously, and in a blink of an eye, he came to the opposite bank.

Fang Mu fell to the ground, glanced back, and the river surface returned to calm.

On the other side of the river, unlike the wooden houses, there are no woods here, and they are bare.

By the moonlight, there was nothing noticeable, just an ordinary dirt floor with large pebbles on it.

"Grinding tofu...... Grinding tofu ......"

At this moment, a voice came from far and near.

The voice was a hoarse female voice, the same as in the village, only with a strange tremor.

"Grinding tofu?"

Fang Mu touched his chin, always feeling that there was something wrong with this word.

The stone mill disappeared in the village with the yellow paper anomaly, and now there are things related to grinding tofu, so is this the last level?

There is a proverb, the three major sufferings of the human face, hitting the iron and supporting the boat to grind tofu, I have already experienced the iron and the boat, this is the last grinding tofu, that is to say, this is the last level?

"Anyway, it's obvious that the voice is going to lure me over, so let's go and see. ”

Fang Mu thought about it for a while, and rushed over directly along the source of the sound.

......

There was nothing on the other side of the river, but after going up a slope, a path with stone steps appeared, and the source of the sound was at the end of the path.

Fang Mu walked along this road, and there was nothing along the way.

The surroundings were also very quiet, even the birds and insects stopped chirping, except for Fang Mu's footsteps, there was no sound.

After Fang Mu walked for about ten minutes, a different situation appeared.

In front of the path, there was a vague figure shaking, and because of the distance, Fang Mu couldn't see clearly.

When Fang Mu was able to walk, he could see the situation in front clearly.

A long procession was moving forward, all male, dressed in different ways.

From their backs, they walk stiffly, with their heels lifted and moving forward on their toes.

There was a feeling of heat coming from the jade pendant, and the people in line were all strangers.

Even when Fang Mu came closer, they didn't move, they still kept moving as they were.

Fang Mu stretched out his hand, ready to pinch the neck of the alien in front of him.

Something strange happened, after Fang Mu's hand directly grabbed the alien, this alien turned into smoke and disappeared, condensed in front of him, and continued to walk forward, without turning back to attack Fang Mu.

The thunder fire appeared in Fang Mu's hands, but it was taken back by Fang Mu in an instant.

The purpose is not to kill them, but to make them attack themselves, and now that they don't attack, the leeks will be destroyed before they are harvested, which is a pity.

After Fang Mu withdrew the thunder fire, he followed behind this group of aliens and walked along the winding path.

......

After walking for about ten minutes, the path became wider, and Fang Mu didn't have to follow, but walked to the side to observe.

The outlier team couldn't see the end at a glance, and there was a corner in front of it, and there was nothing in sight of the corner.

Fang Mu was about to step forward, and the team composed of this alien species changed.

"Rustling ......"

The footsteps died down, and all the aliens stopped, and began to move more slowly, step by step.

The speed of the whole team slowed down a lot, as if something was getting in the way of it.

Fang Mu touched his chin and walked directly around the corner.

The team was still moving slowly, and when Fang Mu came to the corner, he saw the scene at the end of the corner.

A small house stood at the end of the corner, and at the door of the small house there was no gate, but a curtain, and the procession continued to enter the small house.

Looking at the curtain that was lifted, Fang Mu saw a blurred figure, but because of the angle, he couldn't really see it.

Fang Mu wanted to go over, but the aliens lining up around him suddenly turned into two columns, blocking the way past.

The number of aliens entering the house has changed from one to two, and the speed has been greatly accelerated.

Fang Mu thought for a while, found a place to squat, and silently watched this alien team enter the small house.

Ten minutes later, the last anomaly slipped in, and the path became empty.

Fang Mu glanced at it, and a breeze blew, lifting the corner of the door curtain, and the appearance of holding the pipa half-covering his face aroused his curiosity.

"Grinding tofu...... Grinding tofu ......"

The sound of the beginning sounded in the small house, and there was a hint of temptation in the voice.

Fang Mu walked to the front of the small house and opened the door curtain with a bloody gun.

The situation in the small house came into view, and Fang Mu couldn't help but be stunned.

There was no other furniture inside, only a stone mill.

The appearance of the stone mill was exactly the same as what Fang Mu had seen before, but there were still slight differences.

At this time, a delicate woman in linen clothes was holding the handle of the stone mill and slowly turning the stone mill.

What flowed out of the mouth of the stone mill was no longer soy milk, but streams of bright red blood.

The woman seemed to sense Fang Mu coming in, and the movements in her hand stopped, and she looked at Fang Mu.

"Grinding tofu...... Grinding tofu ...... Are you going to buy tofu?"

A faint voice came from the woman's mouth, and she stared straight at Fang Mu, her eyes blank.

Fang Mu looked around, the group of aliens had entered the small house, but there was no trace of them now.

The woman was still reading, and walked over while reading, and after approaching Fang Mu, she made a movement......