Uncanny.

Today's events are so weird.

He Fang had to be careful, because he always remembered a wise saying, in addition to poetry and distance, there is Xun Ji in this world.

Carefully walking out of the utility room, he tried not to make a sound from under his feet, and slowly, carefully rubbed towards the doorway.

Soon, he was at the door.

There was no one outside the door.

It was empty, and there was no grass, and the courtyard at the door was the same as before, except for the dirt and stones.

"What's going on?" He Fang was very cautious, and waited in place for a while, but there was still no change, and the purple moon in the sky was still hanging high.

Then he heard another wave of footsteps.

And the voice of talking.

"Turnips, turnips...... Where's my turnip?"

“......”

He Fang was slightly shocked, he could clearly hear that someone was indeed talking, but he just couldn't see it, this strange scene made his back a little cold.

There won't be ghosts, right?

If it had been before, someone had told him that there were ghosts in this world, and he would definitely have slapped him in the face: "Science, do you know what science is?"

But now he couldn't judge.

What he saw and heard overnight has refreshed his three views.

However, from the bottom of his heart, he still didn't believe that there would be such a thing as a ghost in this world, so he finally gritted his teeth and decided to go out and have a look.

Maybe someone is hanging upside down on the roof to wipe the glass, but not necessarily?

As soon as he walked out of the door, he found that everything in front of him had changed, the small courtyard was gone, the clods and stones were gone, and the bamboo forest had turned in front of him.

A small green grass on the ground.

Next to the bamboo forest, there is also a wooden hut.

"Have you crossed over?!" He Fang was really taken aback this time, and subconsciously, he took a step back, and then he found that the small courtyard had changed to its original appearance again.

Bamboo forest, meadow, wooden hut......

It's all gone!

Dreamland?

Ghost hitting the wall?

Sorcery?

For a moment, his mind was filled with all sorts of strange thoughts, and then he heard the voice in his ears again.

"Turnips, turnips...... Where's my turnip?"

Where is the "......".

This is too unscientific, isn't it? Donghe Village was empty, the forest was terrifyingly cold, the purple moon in the sky exuded a strange light, coupled with the sound from outside, it was really scary.

Wait a minute.

Is it possible outside the door......

Another world?

If this is the case, is it possible that the disappearance of the villagers and the old man has anything to do with the world outside the door?

He wasn't sure where he was, but he wanted to try again.

So, he stepped out again, and just in case, he only stepped out with one foot.

The world in front of him changed again, and he saw the grass again, the bamboo forest, the cabin, and beyond that, a gray face.

"Brother, have you seen my turnip?"

"Hell!"

He Fang's nerves were already very tight, and when he suddenly saw a face appear in front of him, he didn't have time to think about it, so he subconsciously kicked out.

"Bang!"

Mid-facing door.

Then he hurried back into the house.

Sweat rained down on his forehead.

What did he see? a little boy dressed in gray cloth with a dark face, and most importantly, the boy's dress was not modern at all.

It was clearly an ancient attire, with a blue turban tied to his hair.

Isn't this what the ghost is?

As he thought so, he heard another voice outside the door.

"Where's the ghost? Huh, brother...... Why is it gone? Could it be that I'm dazzled? Alas...... Let's go looking for turnips, if I can't find turnips, the master will kill me, turnips...... Where are you?"

"......" He Fang heard that his scalp was numb.

However, since he grew up in a mountain village, his courage is still greater than that of ordinary people, and he soon calmed down, he felt that something was wrong, and the kick just now was obviously kicked on the real thing.

It's not a ghost of nothingness.

And, most importantly, he had just noticed that the moon in the world outside the door was not purple, but normal silvery white.

He felt that this thing was too strange and completely beyond his understanding, and after thinking about it carefully, he decided to try again.

This time, he didn't try again, but stepped straight in.

The sound of the little boy looking for turnips did not sound again.

However, there was a cry.

He Fang followed the sound and looked over, and saw that at the door of the cabin, an old Taoist priest who was also wearing ancient costumes was holding a stick in his hand, beating the little boy vigorously.

"Useless things, the deity gives you food and clothing, you can't do anything well, you can't find something to find, and you have raised you in vain!"

"Ah...... Whining...... The host spared ......"

"Shoot you!"

"Don't fight, don't fight, master...... Woohoo......"

"Dare to hide, if you can't find it again, the deity will have to beat you to death today, phew!" the old Taoist priest dropped a sentence and returned to the wooden house again.

The little boy got up from the ground covered in bruises, and then limped away, looking very painful.

He Fang looked at the lonely back of the little boy, and felt a little guilty inexplicably, because, just now, he seemed to have kicked the little boy?

Forget it, it wasn't meant to be!

And, most importantly, now was not the time for compassion to overflow, he needed to figure out what the hell this was.

He Fang did not chase the little boy to find the turnips, but cautiously approached the cabin, and after a while, he came to the window of the cabin.

The old Taoist priest was meditating cross-legged inside.

The mouth opened and closed, a wisp of white gas was spit out, and it was sucked back again, and there was a faint white mist on his head, and there seemed to be the brilliance of stars above and below his body.

He Fang's heart suddenly mentioned his throat and eyes.

This is a fairy, right?

Could it be that he accidentally stepped into the mysterious world of immortals?

Wrong.

How could the gods be like such birds, vicious, cruel, and besides, this place does not look like the legendary Heavenly Palace.

"Could it be that it is ......" He Fang suddenly thought of a possibility, in the Shang and Zhou dynasties and the Warring States period, which continued until the pre-Qin period, there was a kind of mysterious character.

Alchemist!

In that era, although the priests did not have the level of immortals, they still had the means to penetrate the heavens and the earth, swallowing clouds and spitting fog, alchemy, praying for rain, and divination were very popular.

And every alchemist will basically be followed by an attendant.

The little boy called the old Taoist priest the master......

This means that the two are not in a master-apprentice relationship.

It should be a feudal slave society!

He Fang's eyes looked again, and then he found that there was something else in the cabin, a small tripod placed on the table.

Bronze tripod!

It's a modern thing in a museum.

"Why don't you go and look for it?" the old Taoist priest suddenly spoke, but his eyes did not open.

"......" He Fang was shocked that he was actually discovered? Without any hesitation, he turned around and ran, and soon ran out of the world of the bamboo forest and returned to the village chief's house.

Wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He calmed down again, the world in front of him should not be an illusion, everything in it was a real thing, and the other party could still see him.

It's amazing.

Most likely, this thing has something to do with the old man's disappearance and Ziyue.

To prove his suspicions, he decided to make one last attempt.

Turn around and run into the utility room.

After a while, there was an animal trap in his hand, which was not rare in the mountain village, and he carefully grasped the beast, and then touched the door of the cabin, and gently put the trap away.

In the end, he chose a location very close to the village chief's door.

Raising your hand is a stone.

"Bang!" slammed on the door of the cabin.

"Hmm, have you finally found it?" the old Taoist priest seemed to hear a "knock on the door", and after a while, the wooden door opened, and then he heard a "click".

Clipped?

"Ahh

And He Fang stared at the huge red snake that was flying out of the feet of the old Taoist, and his eyes were as bright as the brightest stars in the night.

"It's big, it's fat, it's round!"

Energy +200!

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