After about half an hour, Chen Jiayan's voice sounded behind him: "I'm here!"

I quickly beckoned to her and whispered, "Where's the swallow?"

"Whoa!"

The treetops shook slightly, and the swallow landed lightly on the ground: "She walks, I walk the tree, safe."

Yes, everyone is here!

Turning my head, I took everything apart and everyone did their part.

Xiaobai and Chen Jiayan stayed on the mountain to make a tool that could lift people, and then I drew a sketch on the ground and gave me a rough idea.

According to the location provided by Xiaobai, Yanzi sneaked to the village chief's house and stole all the magic weapons of these people.

And now I'm walking around the market in my current costume.

Everything we do now is actually weaving a web, just look at how Chen Changming, a worm, hits up!

The swallow and I went down the hill one after the other, and she flashed a few times in the woods, and was no longer seen.

Navel Village is not large, and the resident population is also numerous, and everyone knows each other.

I will first go and find out the situation, so as not to have any circumstance.

Before, the bustling bazaar had disappeared and turned into a desolate place.

The eggshells left over from the last fight have been covered with a layer of floating ash, and apparently, no one has been here for a long time.

With my back bent and my hands behind my back, I walked along the snail-shell-like path from the head of the village to the end of the village.

I saw no more than five people on the road.

I wanted to talk to the villagers, but they were too fast to give me a chance.

This hood is made of pigskin, which is completely breathable, and in the hot summer, it is suffocating to death.

I thought I'd take it off and cool it off while no one was around.

As soon as I raised my hand, an old man wearing a sweatshirt and carrying a hoe suddenly walked not far away.

Maybe it's because of the thief's heart, I always feel that this old man is running for me.

Sure enough, the old man and I stood under the same poplar tree, fanning the wind with a straw hat.

He tilted his head, smiled, and then handed me a cigarette, "Didn't you work in the field?"

I hesitated, but took the cigarette, but it didn't light it.

"I'm sick with my back, rest."

Looking at what he meant, he didn't seem to notice my unfamiliar face?

I sat down under the tree and asked, pretending to be casual and asking, "Is it time again?"

The old farmer squinted and smiled, "No."

"Thanks to Mr. Chen, last year's grain was sold at a high price, and this year's seedlings are also growing well!"

He tilted his head and smiled at me again, "I wish they had come sooner."

I sighed silently, turned my head and asked, "Huh? If you don't go out today, why are you still working?"

The old farmer grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth: "They are going to throw things on the table, I'm going to prepare things!"

Sure enough, after such a look, a lot of information really came out!

I squeezed my throat and let out a few laughs, "Those things are good, why don't they come on the stage?"

Actually, I don't know what that stuff is.

However, this kind of vague words can often work wonders.

"It's nothing more than some chicken, duck and fish, what's so rare, you wait for the evening to see!"

Is this a preparation for the sacrifice?

Then, the old farmer sang praises to Chen Changming like a few treasures.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I found an excuse to leave first.

However, these words also prove that Chen Changming's influence here is indeed not small.

If I don't succeed tonight, it's the equivalent of stealing chickens and rice.

I walked around the village several times, and I didn't find anything out of the ordinary, except that there were fewer people.

As evening approached, I hurried back to the mountains.

The swallow was already waiting at the top of the mountain, so I hurried up to meet it and whispered, "Have you got the thing?"

"This."

The swallow dug a hole in the ground in three or two times: "A total of 49 bags have been turned over, and the magic weapons you said are all here."

"Great!"

I couldn't help but give a thumbs up, and immediately crouched down and turned my backpack upside down.

Most of the backpacks are made of copper magic weapons, from vajra to demon bells, and there are countless rune papers written in various colors.

You can also see a few silver dishes and chopsticks, but it is unknown what they do.

And buried in all the ritual vessels, a whisk of dust caught my attention.