Chapter 8: The Dirt

But then Yan Zhilan reacted, she is a great demon cultivator in the Jindan period, she has never seen any scenes in the Nine Shadows Dao, the corpse is stiff, these things are the same as her pets, and she will only feel kind when she looks at them.

Fear has not appeared in her for hundreds of years, but how can she be frightened by an old woman in the countryside at this moment?

"Is it a change in mood?" Yan Zhilan keenly felt that her spiritual state of mind was becoming mortal, more flustered, more sensitive, more fearful, and even her memory was declining.

And for the past two days, she always felt empty in her heart, as if she had lost something important.

"But when I came to the East China Sea this time, didn't I just be alone, what could I throw away?" She shook her head lightly, and shook out the strange thought that had popped into her head.

Yan Zhilan, who calmed down and was ready in her heart, leaned towards the door mirror again, but this time there was nothing outside the door, and the weird old woman was gone.

"Is she here to spy on us, or is it ...... You're here to see Lord Xu Zhi, who is not in the house?"

Seeing that the sun was about to set, Xu Zhi and Guo Sangsang had not come back, and a sense of uneasiness came to their hearts, and quickly amplified in the hearts of several people.

After half an hour, the knock on the door suddenly sounded, Yan Zhilan walked to the door calmly, and saw through the door mirror that it was still the old woman, but at the moment she smiled kindly, without any strange performance, and carried a lunch box in her hand, obviously to deliver food.

"Are they really the same person? How can there be such a big difference between before and after!"

"I only made one big dish today, and I just happened to send it over by the way, and you have to go out in the province."

Yan Zhilan was just about to open the door, but she found that the old woman actually put the basket at the door and left directly.

After another quarter of an hour, Yan Zhilan quickly opened the door and took the rice basket back.

As soon as she brought it in, a smell of meat rushed straight to her nose, Yan Zhilan was born in the Nine Secluded Dao, she was not a Taoist monk with a pure heart and few desires, and she was also a delicacies from the mountains and seas on weekdays, and she was extremely hungry and luxurious, but the food made by those spiritual materials did not have the fragrance of any of them, and she could catch up with the dish in front of her.

Even if she wanted to eat very much, she still controlled herself with great will, and after taking out all the vegetable bowls one by one, she searched carefully, and sure enough, she found something in the mezzanine.

"White cloth again?"

Yan Zhilan pulled out the small white cloth, which was still full of blood letters.

"Don't eat what your mother-in-law gives!"

"We're out!"

"Hurry up and come to Nanhe, only here is safe!"

Yan Zhilan's mind was full of thoughts, "Is this written by those two little guys, and the white shadow before is also them? What does it mean to run out, aren't they family?"

Yan Zhilan only felt that her head was about to explode, but she was still in the clouds, and she couldn't figure out the key issues.

Just as she was concentrating on sorting out her thoughts, the door suddenly opened, Yan Zhilan trembled, a chill hit her back, she turned her head stiffly to look, only to find that it was Xu Zhi and Guo Sangsang, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.

She pointed to the white cloth and said, "This time it was brought in the old woman's rice basket, and it looks like the two girls in her family did it."

Xu Zhi nodded, and said in a deep voice, "Well, we already know the situation here!"

"Really!" Yan Zhilan exclaimed in surprise, her face full of joy.

Although there is no obvious crisis here, the surrounding atmosphere is completely strange, and the consumption of mana and the suppression of divine consciousness, this feeling of gradually depriving the monk of his own great power is really too torturous.

Xu Zhi called several people over, glanced at Guo Sangsang, and then said: "We inspected the village in the morning, except that there were only women in the village, there were not too many abnormalities, until in the afternoon, in the south of the village, a little girl from a family, I learned the truth here."

Yan Zhilan's mind moved, and she secretly said in her heart: "Didn't you say that you should be cautious, how did you directly violate the taboo?"

But her face remained the same, and she still looked like she was listening attentively.

"This village is a natural and strange place, occupied by an evil cultivator, after we strayed into this village, we fell into the formation of evil cultivators, this array first consumes our mana, suppresses our divine thoughts, and eventually even reverses our age."

"The kids?" Yan Zhilan frowned.

Xu Zhi nodded and said, "All the children are passers-by who have been lost here, the male monks have been directly killed by the evil cultivator, and only the women have been left by her, so they should be used for other purposes."

"Remember the brook when we met the old woman, and this river was the edge of this evil array, and if we fled there, we would be able to escape from it and regain our freedom."

"But what's the matter with that fog?" Yan Zhilan asked again.

Xu Zhi said slowly, "There should be a mirage sleeping on the island, it is the great enemy of the evil cultivator, the thicker the mist, the weaker the power of the evil cultivator."

"All we have to do now is to escape the old woman's watchful eye by escaping into the mist, and without further ado, we will leave now."

Yan Zhilan instinctively felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

……

"It's getting late, it's time to go back." Xu Zhi looked at the sun hidden in the fog and said in a deep voice.

"Where's the east of the village?"

"Go back first, and then think about it in the long run, it's really not good, and I can only let the waiters of the Duobao Pavilion give it a try." In the face of the rules that are likely to be violated, it cannot be said that Zhilan is not cautious.

When the two returned to their thatched hut, Xu Zhi suddenly stopped and said with a serious expression, "No, there is no one in the house!"

The two cautiously pushed open the mahogany door, and it was empty, and there was not even a trace of a person!

"You two, this is coming out of the netherworld?" A vicissitudes of sound came from behind him.

Xu Zhi looked back and saw that it was the old woman, but she didn't even notice when she came behind her.

She suppressed the horror in her heart and asked, "What is the Netherworld?"

The old woman pointed to her right and said, "Don't you two notice any difference between this and that?"

Xu Zhi looked in the direction she pointed, and found that the huge pine and cypress tree, I don't know when, was actually gone!

The old woman continued, "This is the projection of the underworld here, and if a living person enters the underworld, if he can't get out of it for seven days, he will fall there forever."

"The two of them must not be weak in cultivation, so they can withstand the erosion of the Yin Realm and come here."

Seeing that Xu Zhi's faces were still full of vigilance, the old woman smiled and said, "If you two think about it carefully, you can realize that your memory has been confused."

Xu Zhi thought about it carefully for a moment, and suddenly remembered that it should have been nine people who entered this island at the beginning!

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