After walking along the path for a while, the surrounding vegetation gradually thinned out.

Other colored things also began to appear around him, which made Wu Chong breathe a sigh of relief, it seemed that it was not his fault, but that the valley was not normal in the first place.

There was a slight thud.

Wu Chong stopped in an instant and looked ahead, and in his blurred vision, three pitch-black figures appeared.

The three men were dark-skinned, ragged, and holding a large scythe in their hands, and carrying large bamboo baskets behind their backs, which were filled with all kinds of strange plants. Look at their cautious looks, as if they are exchanging their lives for money.

"Herb pickers?"

Before Wu Chong could speak, the three people over there also discovered his existence.

One of them quickly raised the scythe in his hand, looking guarded, but the fear between his expressions could not be concealed.

"Who's there!"

The words that the herb picker said were something Wu Chong had never heard.

But he who maintains his cultivation can judge what the other party says through his mental frequency.

Wu Chong walked out slowly, he raised his hands to show that he had no malicious intent. But in his heart, he raised his vigilance to the highest level, and anyone in such a strange place could bring danger to him. The two people before him were too impressed.

However, it is impossible for him to retreat, and he must find someone to communicate to quickly understand the situation here.

Anyway, it's already been discovered, and it's best to be able to communicate, so if you can't, send them on the road.

Looking at the appearance of these three people, they don't look like some strong people, and they shouldn't be able to reach the level of the previous two.

"I'm not an enemy."

Wu Chong said.

He spoke the words of the First Demon World. If the Wild and Ancient can survive here, it means that there is a certain chance that the First Demon World can be used here.

The man at the head subconsciously froze when he heard Wu Chong's voice, because it was the first time he had heard this kind of syllable. But since you can communicate, no one cares. Then the man asked.

"Freelance herb pickers?"

Freelance herb pickers?

Wu Chong was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted, and then nodded to confirm the other party's guess.

"Yes, I'm a freelance herb picker."

Seeing Wu Chong's affirmation, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief. The medicine pickers are all bitter haha, it's not that they really can't get by, who will do this work? And it's common sense that the danger in this place has never been human.

"You are really bold enough, you dare to go to this place to collect medicine alone!"

"It's all bitter haha, what's more terrible than being poor."

The two herb pickers next to him also relaxed.

"Brother, where are you from? I hear that your voice seems a little strange, it can't be that your throat is broken. ”

Wu Chong nodded homeopathically.

The more you talk, the more you get wrong, so it's a good time to take this opportunity to learn the words of these herb pickers.

"You don't have much to gain from this, do you?" A medicine picker glanced at Wu Chong, who was empty-handed, and a trace of pity appeared on his face.

The free pickers are miserable enough, but the results have not yet been harvested.

It's still well prepared.

Although the three of them are also medicine pickers, they are organized and will not starve to death.

"Check it out first to avoid the dream monster disguise."

The leader of the herb picker interrupted the nonsense of the two subordinates.

Dream monsters?

Wu Chong's eyes narrowed, and he vaguely understood.

I saw the captain of the herb picker take out a stone from his bosom and chant a spell at it. A faint spiritual power emanated from the head's body and merged into the stones.

In an instant, a text lit up inside the stone.

Wu Chong had seen this kind of text before, and one of the two fighting people had used it, but those words were much more complicated than the words in the stone.

The words inside the stone emitted a burst of soft light, quickly enveloping Wu Chong inside.

Seeing that Wu Chong did not show any changes, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'll just say no problem, dream monsters can't speak, it's common sense."

But before the man's words could be heard, he noticed that the stone in the hand of the captain of the herb picker trembled, and then turned crimson at an exaggerated speed. The color is like blood!

Whew!

The three of them drew their scythes at the same time, jumped back, and looked at Wu Chong with a wary expression.

"Who the hell are you!"

The captain of the medicine collection team said in a trembling voice, she still had a trace of luck in her heart, hoping that it would not be the worst outcome. The two people next to him were the same, completely living up to their previous ease, and retreating cautiously one by one.

The murderous records of the dream monster flashed in the minds of the three of them.

Dream monsters are naturally ferocious, have no wisdom, and cannot communicate, especially humanoid monsters, which are natural disasters when encountered, and cannot be defeated by non-immortals.

"I'm just an ordinary herb picker."

Wu Chong said affirmatively. The words that came out of his mouth had become the same language as the three herb pickers. For him in Da Luo Realm, learning their language is not a difficult task. This advantage was incomparable to that of the other monks who entered the door, because he had not lost his magical powers.

"Are you really a herb picker?" The three of them heard the familiar words and asked hesitantly.

Dream monsters can't even say what they say. They don't want to be so unlucky in their hearts and meet a humanoid dream demon.

"Naturally, it's a medicine picker, and dream monsters can't communicate, it's common sense."

With a smile on his face, Wu Chong repeated what they had said before.

Using someone else's message to refute the other person's question will increase the credibility of the discourse.

Hearing Wu Chong's words, the three of them hesitated. In the end, he set his eyes on the captain of the herb picker and asked him to make a decision.

"This is the mushroom I picked, so I'll give it to my eldest brother."

Wu Chong took out the colorful mushrooms that he had peeled before and gave them to the other party.

Seeing that Wu Chong really took out the medicinal herbs, the captain of the herb picker breathed a sigh of relief. Because dream monsters don't know how to take medicine. They are all blind and cannot see the medicinal herbs.

"If it's not a dream monster, then."

The eyes of the captain of the herb picker fell on Wu Chong.

"Wu Chong."

After dispelling the other party's doubts, Wu Chong took the opportunity to say his name.

"Brother Wu is very likely to be parasitized." As he spoke, the captain of the herb picker looked at Wu Chong and asked.

"Brother Wu has had any nightmares lately?"

"Done, I've been having nightmares lately." Wu Chong nodded affirmatively, with a serious expression on his face, quite serious.

"That's right."

The captain of the herb picker said affirmatively.

"It's a nightmare disease, and if it's not treated in time, it will deteriorate into a parasite of a dream monster."

As he spoke, the captain of the herb picker took out a pill from the gourd on his waist, it was pitch black, and he didn't know what it was refining.

"Eat this, you can cut off the infection of dream monsters." The herb picker still has some pain.

This pill is not cheap for them bitter haha herb pickers. Fortunately, the mushrooms that Wu Chong gave him before were worth the price, otherwise he would really not want to send medicine.

"Truncate the infection?"

Wu Chong took the small pill, observed a little, and then ate it in one bite.

(End of chapter)