As time passed, the illusion around them began to change, and the pedestrians on the streets began to move backwards instead of normal forwards. Not only pedestrians, but also cars, horse-drawn carriages, and even birds in the sky, all look very strange, as if the illusion is going backwards in time. As these moving objects recede faster and faster, so does what is still around them, the surrounding tall buildings begin to dwindle, the Statue of Liberty, the symbol of New York, disappears quickly, and finally the place is transformed from a jungle of high-rise buildings into a humble 17th-century colonial village.

When the fantasy New York is transformed into an unknown village, the time regression in the fantasy suddenly stops, and Yiqiē seems to return to peace. "Huh!" the old man, Farrow, who had been keeping his eyes slightly closed, seemed to notice something, suddenly let out an exclamation, opened his eyes sharply, and turned his head to look at the side of the hill in the village.

Xu Changqing couldn't help but follow the old man's line of sight and looked towards the hillside, and soon he saw that a large group of Indians riding horses and holding torches had gathered on the hillside. The village next to them also noticed the Indians on the hillside at this moment, and immediately fell into a panic, and everyone screamed and hid in the houses, and then a gun barrel reached out of the window and aimed it at the entrance to the village.

Seeing that a great battle was about to start in this village, the Indians were extremely unusually just surrounding the village, and did not take advantage of the panic of the villagers, and swooped down from the hillside to attack the village. As time passed, the villagers of the small village also sensed that something was wrong, and some of the brave villagers came out of the houses with shotguns in their hands one after another to check the situation.

Suddenly, the Indian encirclement on the hillside parted, and a wrinkled old Indian wizard walked in from behind the crowd. When the figure of this old wizard was fully revealed, not only did the old man Faro's body tremble, but even Xu Changqing's eyes instantly flashed a look of surprise. The reason why they were like this was mainly because of an object that the old wizard was holding in his hand, and that object Xu Changqing also once owned.

"The golden statue of the Feathered Serpent!" The old man Farrow said the answer in Xu Changqing's heart, and then he may have felt that he was a little too talkative, he turned his head and quietly looked at Xu Changqing, and saw that Xu Changqing did not have any unusual expression, and his slightly nervous expression relaxed, and then focused his attention on the old wizard of the Indodians.

Although Xu Changqing quickly hid his true feelings, the appearance of the golden statue of the Quetzalcoatl God in the illusion really surprised him in his heart. What surprised Xu Changqing even more was that the old man obviously didn't just know this golden statue, but also knew a lot about the golden statue of the Feathered Serpent, otherwise he wouldn't have shown such greedy eyes after seeing the golden statue.

While the two of them were thinking about each other, the old Indian wizard on the hillside had lifted the golden statue of Quetzalcoatl over his head and neck, and chanted an unknown incantation in a long, thick voice, like a song. As his chanting voice fluctuated, the golden statue of Quetzalcoatl God in his hand also turned into a luminous body, and a cyan Quetzalcoatl virtual body rushed out of the golden statue, gradually growing larger, and finally covering the entire sky.

Seeing such a strange sight, the inhabitants of the small village all let out a cry of surprise and fell to their knees, holding the wooden cross in their hands and praying. However, the God they believed in did not give them any hope, and the huge Quetzalcoatl became more and more solid, and it became closer and closer to a living creature. As the feathered serpent flapped its wings and hovered in the air, pieces of crumb-like green fluff fell like snowflakes and landed in the crowd, and then disappeared as if it had been absorbed.

Xu Changqing frowned and said, "They don't seem to be attacking these white people, but performing some kind of divine sacrifice?"

The old man Faro turned his head to look at Xu Changqing with a slight surprise, then nodded slightly, and said, "Those people are about to change." ”.

As soon as the old man's voice fell, a scream was immediately heard among the villagers of the small village, and then he saw that there were more than a dozen people of different ages in the crowd, and their bodies suddenly swelled rapidly like fermented bread. The bodies of these people not only swelled, but also began to grow long hairs or pointed horns, and their bodies gradually changed to the appearance of werewolves and minotaurs, and finally changed into the appearance of those werewolves and minotaurs outside the small village council of Xu Changqing.

As the transformation of those werewolves and minotaurs was completed, they completely lost the last shred of human sanity, and began to take their relatives and friends around them as prey, and attacked wildly. The village was immediately turned into a living hell, with screams, begs for mercy, and prayers filling the village, blood staining the newly built wooden houses red, and flesh and limbs becoming material for paving the streets.

Looking at this qiē under the hillside, the Indians on the hillside did not show the slightest abnormality, and the old wizard's chanting also stopped, and the huge feathered serpent in the sky gradually dissipated, and the golden statue of the feathered serpent god also changed back to the ordinary golden statue. The old wizard seemed very pleased with the destructive effect he had inflicted, and a wrinkled smile appeared on his wrinkled face, and then, without further words, he turned and walked out of the midst of the Indians, and the Indians around him retreated silently as if they had never appeared.

Not long after the Indians had retreated, the slaughter in the hamlet had come to an end, and there were no living people except werewolves and minotaurs, who seemed to have regained their senses, and looked at the misery before them, and let out a cry of sorrow.

In the cry of sorrow, the illusion rippled like water waves, and gradually faded, turning into a faint layer of mist, and the illusion was restored to the appearance of the woods seen before.

"It looks like it's over, can we go?" Xu Changqing asked when he saw that the illusion around him had calmed down.

Old man Farrow seemed to be thinking about something, and did not immediately answer Xu Changqing's inquiry. After a while, when Xu Changqing asked for the second time, he reacted, looked around, closed his eyes and felt it, nodded, and said, "Yes, we can ...... go."

Before the old man could finish his words, the illusion around him changed again, and towering mountain peaks rose from the ground, and the woods turned into vast plains, and lush meadows covered the plains, and a road passed through the plains, and also through the small town of Gumubu where they were in the middle of the plains.

The old man was also very surprised by the changes in front of him, obviously this was a bit beyond his expectations, just when he was about to explain to Xu Changqing, he found that Xu Changqing's expression was extremely strange, and a pair of round eyes stared at the crowd that had just gotten off the carriage not far away.