After all, the stronghold was hidden in the woods, and it was still noon when it came, and it was covered by the shadows of the branches and leaves, and the sky darkened unconsciously.

Ning An carried half a roast leg of lamb that was still warm in his arms, and a pocket kettle pinned to his waist.

The farther north you go, the mist thickens.

The grass was covered with dew, and the sludge on the soles of her shoes made Ning An frown slightly.

There's an indescribable smell of earthiness.

I don't know how long I walked again.

There was a sudden noise on the road, and when I listened to it, I couldn't tell the source of the sound.

Ning An slowed down his pace and looked solemn.

The smell of earth is stronger.

He turned his back and drew his broadsword.

His mind moved slightly, and his eyes flashed with a flash of fire.

When he was outside the woods before, he fought with the assassin with the dagger, Ning An could feel that the person was not rich in combat experience, but he was able to steal a glimmer of life in his own killing moves, and he thought it was a coincidence at the time, but in retrospect, whenever the assassin dodged his killing moves, his eyes flashed with amazing blue light.

Is it some strange talent?

Can your own heavenly fire also be used on your eyes?

Anyway, relying on the red-level talent crazy bones, the recovery ability is strong, even if the eyeballs explode, they can grow back, and the cost of trial and error is not unacceptable.

So, Ning An was surprised to find that when the fire was running in the eyeballs...... The sight is as if it has been washed by a mountain spring.

The gaze pierces the hazy mist, and the hole is like watching fire.

Not long after stepping out of the woods, the wilderness in front of him was suddenly clear, but at this time, it was like the waves of water rippling layer by layer, gradually dissipating.

Ning An's eyes flashed red, and he pressed the handle of the knife as a warning.

I saw that the scene in front of me was distorted, and the color lines were extracted and reconstructed, gradually outlining alleys, low houses and wheat fields.

It's like a village.

"Yikes!"

Ning An turned his head sharply.

The screams turned to screams.

"Youkai!"

Probably frightened by the red light in Ning An's eyes, the little girl fell to the ground, bursting into tears, and even forgot to run away for a while.

Ning An took two steps back, more cautious.

If there was such a big living person nearby, how could he not have noticed it in the slightest?

This little girl who looks harmless to humans and animals obviously appeared suddenly, is it related to the strange village in front of her?

Or rather, I stumbled into a fantasy by mistake.

In later generations, hallucinogenic real golems were very common, both in the folk and on the battlefield, and they were good at creating an environment to mislead the senses of those who were recruited, so that they could not distinguish between reality and reality, or even between friend and foe.

It's a type of psychic attack.

Ning An's expression was solemn.

You can't be so unlucky, right?

The little girl finally came to her senses, got up in a hurry, and crawled away.

Cry but don't cry, frightened but don't change color.

Ning An looked at the girl who was far away.

He didn't even make the slightest sound of footsteps when he ran away.

"I'm afraid it's not human."

Ning An turned around, trying to move away from the village that was becoming clearer and clearer behind.

After walking for another ten minutes, I looked back and saw that the village was still clinging to my back.

Ning An took a deep breath.

Since you can't hide, you don't have to waste time, it's better to enter the game as soon as possible and find a way to break the illusion.

Ning An turned around and strode into the gate with the "Fu Village" plaque with a knife.

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Ning An's spirit was in a trance for a while, he rubbed his eyes that were a little stinging, and hurriedly removed the heavenly fire circulating in his eyes, which made him feel better.

When I opened my eyes, it was as if I had changed the world.

Day and night have been reversed, it is still night, after stepping into the door, it is actually the early morning, the west hangs the dim waning moon, the east at the beginning of the sun hung behind the clouds, the rooster crows, wake up the village that has slept all night, the sound of farming, the sound of the street selling, the barking of dogs in the courtyard, the cry of children, all in the ears.

Ning An is a big-hearted person, watching the street become lively, he ran to a place with a lot of people.

There are many pedestrians weaving, mostly bearers and poor children selling along the street, their bodies are coarse cloth shorts, and some of the straw sandals on their feet are reluctant to change their toes.

If you look closely, you can see that they are all dressed as ancient people.

No, no.

Ning An stopped in front of a large door and looked in with his neck strained.

The door is wide open, if you are not mistaken......

Ning An rubbed his eyes, looking at it and worried.

The old man who looks like a housekeeper, is he on the phone?

It's strange how a smartphone can appear in such a discordant object in an ancient village.

Blame Ning'an's gaze was too unscrupulous, the housekeeper put away the mobile phone familiarly, beckoned, summoned a few fierce men who looked like thugs, and pointed to Ning An outside the door, not knowing what to whisper.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ning An made a gesture of accusation, and hurriedly walked forward with a smile.

The housekeeper snorted coldly, but he was not aggressive, and after letting a few men close the door, he took out his mobile phone again, and calculated with a sad face.

"What day, what day is tomorrow? I'm old, I can't remember anything......"

He twisted the small pinch of his chin and frowned.

The cabinet door suddenly opened, and a little girl with a ponytail jumped out.

"Master, Ming'er wants to make an offering to the Dragon King!"

The housekeeper clapped his fist high-fives, "Come to think of it, Ming'er is an annual 'feast'...... Who's where you're going? ”

Quickly bowed his head and pulled the tattered ledger in his hand.

"Master, the first year was from the Li family in the neighborhood, this time, it should be our family."

The housekeeper frowned, "But where do we have a descendant girl?" ”

The little girl who jumped out suddenly became stunned, looking at the account book in the old man's hand in a daze, why did it suddenly change from a mobile phone to a book?

"Roar."

The little girl nodded, "Sanniang gave birth to a younger brother, and Siniang gave birth to a younger brother." ”

There is a saying among the older generation that men are yang and women are yin, and the husband village is built according to the long river, and the water is yin, so the yin of the whole village is extremely heavy.

Before there was a portal to give birth to three girls in a year, the head of the family is an outsider, do not believe in evil, but want to leave them to raise, the result is less than a year, the whole door up to the head of the family down to the servants, all drowned in the long river. Although his sister-in-law repented in time, went to the Dragon King Temple to kowtow and admit his mistakes, and sacrificed the three female babies, he still did not calm the anger of the Dragon King.

As soon as the little girl thought of this, she was in a good mood, her face was constantly distorted, and her laughter gradually distorted, gradually transforming into a boy's voice.

"It's been a long time since there has been a girl in the house."

The old man laughed too, stroking his beard with relief, his eyes glazed over.

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Ning An tried to talk to passers-by, but it was difficult everywhere, first, these people were extremely out-of-the-box, one second they were still talking about what they had for dinner yesterday, and the next second they were talking about the sacrifice tomorrow, but as soon as they asked what the sacrifice was about, they scratched their heads, their eyes were confused, "What sacrifice?" Isn't Childe confused, Fucun has always relied on water to draft, a hundred years of calm and calm, don't believe in ghosts and gods, even if you have some spare money, buy some meat to eat, isn't it worth sacrificing or something? ”

After speaking, he discussed with his companions what position to grab during the sacrifice tomorrow, saying that he got up late last year, stood far back, missed the grand scene, and must make up for his regrets this year.

Ning An was stunned when he heard it, and it was not a question now, nor was it if he didn't ask. I had to follow the avenue all the way north.

On the northernmost side is an endless river, traversing the village and the other bank, on which a few veiled drifting mothers are washing clothes.

Ning An pondered for a moment, held the broadsword behind his back, and slowly sank into the water.

Then he pulled the knife out of the water, horizontally in front of his eyes, and the water droplets slid down the blade.

With a sigh in his heart, Ning An didn't dare to be sure that this river was also an illusion, and he wanted to go back to find clues.

Suddenly, there were several loud noises not far away.

I saw a few drifting mothers who had disappeared without knowing when, listening to a few pops just now, could it be a dive?

didn't struggle or scream, just sank to the bottom.

Ning An was a little hesitant, and slowly leaned towards the original position of the drifting mother.

Okay.

Ning An grinned.

Where is this drifting mother? The wooden basin was clearly filled with a few palm-sized white cloths, and blood was oozing out.

After a while, the smell of water wafting from the wooden basin gradually turned crimson with the blood oozing from the white cloth.