In the hot shed, shirtless and shriveled villagers are intently pounding materials.

The gray-haired old man walked among them, constantly pointing out.

"The energy is finally all restored!"

When the words fell, the people who were striking the iron all turned their heads sharply and looked at Zhou Zhen.

The gray-haired old man also looked back at Zhou Zhen, without hesitation, the old man said in a low and cold voice: "Catch him!" ”

"This is material that has never been seen before!"

"Better hoes, kitchen knives and nail rakes ......"

The next moment, the villagers, who were originally pulling bellows, hammering farm tools, and quenching metal, immediately abandoned all the ongoing operations, grabbed the hoes, nail rakes, and sickles that had just been baked around them, and headed towards Zhou Zhenwei.

Because they have no bones to support, they are now in a very strange shape, and they are crooked when they walk, obviously trying to walk in a straight line, but under the change of the center of gravity of their bodies, they have stepped out of the arc like a wavy line.

However, the greenhouse occupies a limited area, and the villagers have a large number, even if they stumble, they still quickly walked in front of Zhou Zhen, hoes, sickles, and nail rakes...... They all raised high and smashed towards Zhou Zhen.

Dingdingding......

A fierce clash of gold and iron sounded, hoes, nail rakes, sickles...... All the farm tools were smashed on a translucent energy barrier, splashing countless tiny numbers, formulas, and symbols, without touching Zhou Zhen in the slightest.

Digital Domain, [Geometric Barrier]!

Zhou Zhen's gaze swept over the villagers who seemed to have been sucked dry of their juice, and fell on the gray-haired old man behind the crowd.

The biggest problem in this blacksmith shop should be this old blacksmith!

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhen calmly raised his palm and aimed it at the old blacksmith, and his palm quickly condensed into a black and red energy cube.

Digital Domain, [Fusion Cube]!

Rumble!!!

The energy cube turned into a black-red energy shockwave, like a laser heavy sword, directly through the old blacksmith's body, blasting a shocking hole in his chest.

The aftermath of the shock wave continued unabated, piercing the straw mat behind the old blacksmith, spanning most of the courtyard, and knocking down a pillar of the shed opposite.

Thundered...... The cold wind blew into the hole of the straw mat, bringing the dust and ash from the collapse of the shed on the right, mixed with the sound of the straw mat and the wooden shed hitting the metal, and for a while, the yard was full of smoke and dust.

The old blacksmith slowly lowered his head, looked at his pierced body, and showed a look of disbelief on his old face, and then he fell straight down.

Bang.

There was a muffled sound, followed by a series of movements.

The shriveled villagers in the shed seemed to have been drained of all their energy in an instant, and they all staggered and fell.

The sound of them falling was crisp and faint, not at all like an adult's body, more like bones scattered all over the ground.

At this moment, everything around me collapsed like an avalanche, turning into a vast sea of numbers, formulas, and symbols...... They are like the tiniest pixels, roaming in turmoil in the void, reforming into a familiar scene.

Cramped space, rotten and dreary air, icy temperatures......

A faint cold wind blew in from the cracks, like an invisible fence, tirelessly sweeping repeatedly, little by little, to draw away any warmth that might exist.

Along with the cold wind, there are also hazy rays of light, like the residue of the sky after the light has been repeatedly filtered, cold and pale, reminiscent of the frost covering the tiles in winter.

With the help of this cold glimmer, Zhou Zhen found that he was lying in a thin-skinned coffin with rough workmanship, the bottom of the coffin was rugged, and the bones of many adults were piled up.

None of the bones were fleshy, and it seemed to have been dead for a long time.

They were stacked like stones, cold and cold.

Zhou Zhen turned his neck a little hard to look around, then stretched out his arm and pressed the coffin lid above.

The lid of the coffin was pressed tightly, as if nailed to the coffin.

With the strength of ordinary people alone, it is simply impossible to push it away.

But for the current Zhou Zhen, the whole coffin is as fragile as a biscuit!

The next moment.

Bang!!!

The coffin lid was knocked away by a punch and fell far away.

A thin figure made purely of numbers slowly stood up from the coffin.

Zhou Zhen stepped out of the coffin and stood on the rammed mud floor, looking around.

He now stood in a vast farmhouse yard covered by finely woven straw mats, blocking most of the daylight.

Even during the day, the whole yard seemed dark and cold.

Although the soil has traces of tamping, under the ravages of time, there are still some places where weeds have grown, mixed with gravel, gravel, and some places have accumulated water, dilapidated, barren, dead and cold.

Without the earthen walls around it and the straw mats overhead, this place would look like a mass grave.

Outside the gate of the courtyard, a faded small banner is displayed in the wind, occasionally revealing four small seals: "Guan's Shoucai".

Zhou Zhen stood next to the coffin he came out of, and around him, there were thin-skinned coffins everywhere.

These coffins are old in color, and it seems that they have gone through a long time, but I don't know why they have not been buried.

He withdrew his gaze from the courtyard gate and landed on a coffin near the entrance.

The lid of the coffin was open, and there were some stale straws scattered around the mouth and outside.

Zhou Zhen immediately walked towards the coffin.

Click, click, click...... The sound of his footsteps echoed silently in the empty courtyard.

Stepping through a puddle and coming to the open coffin, Zhou Zhen looked down and saw that there was a thin layer of straw at the bottom of the coffin, as well as a tattered homespun futon.

Other than that, there was nothing.

Looking at the familiar bedding, Zhou Zhen suddenly understood that this coffin was the simple thatched hut he had been living in before.

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Yue's blacksmith shop.

The north wind blows the trees, and the treetops sway, making a whirring sound.

Yue Cymbal looked up at the sky, took out a half-worn hoe from the house, and began to loosen the soil for the vegetable furrow in the corner.

Behind him, in front of the shed on the left, the old blacksmith lay down on a chaise longue in a sheepskin coat.

In the baking pan, the remaining fuel burns unhurriedly, and the heat and the aroma of oranges escape little by little.

The old blacksmith seemed to have slept deeply.

The cymbals were loosened and were about to continue working, when the old blacksmith suddenly opened his eyes, as if awakened by something, he woke up too violently, and directly knocked the sheepskin fur covering his body to the ground.

Hearing the movement, Yue Cymbal looked back and saw the old blacksmith wake up, and immediately asked, "Father, what's wrong?" ”

The old blacksmith did not hesitate, and quickly said, "The immortals have given a test!" ”

"Take out all the ironwork in the shop!"

"Ring the bell and gather the whole village!"

"After the people are gathered, distribute the iron tools and meet the test of the immortals!"

Yue Cymbal's face changed, and he immediately responded: "Yes!" ”

As he spoke, he threw down his hoe and ran briskly to the shed with straw mats on his right.

After a while, a fierce metal knock came from it: bells, bells, bells......

The bell rang loudly and instantly spread throughout the village.

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Guan's longevity shop.

Zhou Zhen stood next to the coffin at the entrance, looking down at the thin-skinned coffin he had been in before, and he was about to withdraw his gaze, when the coffin in the entire coffin shop suddenly began to shake violently.

Ping Pong ......

After a muffled sound, the lid of the coffin, which was originally tightly fastened to the coffin, was opened one after another.

A skeleton with its flesh and blood had collapsed, crawling out of the coffin.

The skeletons, all dressed in shabby ragged clothes, held badly rusted farm tools in their hands, and rushed towards Zhou Zhen like flowing water.

Zhou Zhen raised his head and looked at them.

The surrounding environment was like a ripple of water, and the already small amount of skylight disappeared without a trace.

The straw mat that covered the entire courtyard was nowhere to be seen, and what appeared above Zhou Zhen's head was an endless night sky.

The night is like a curtain, cold and deep.

Those densely placed coffins have been transformed into simple thatched houses.

The skeleton that crawled out of the coffin turned into a villager who had just rushed out of the house.

Regardless of men, women, and children, all the villagers were carrying nail rakes, hoes, and poles...... or carrying kitchen knives and sickles, he surrounded Zhou Zhen without saying a word.

The old blacksmith who had just been killed by Zhou Zhen with [Fusion Cube], at some point, appeared among the villagers, and the other party came out of the crowd and walked at the front of the crowd, looking at Zhou Zhen with cold eyes, it seemed that the old blacksmith seemed to be the leader of these villagers.

Zhou Zhen's eyes swept over the crowd, except for the village chief's family, almost all the villagers in this village had already appeared here!

Moreover, Zhou Zhen could see the figures behind the old blacksmith very clearly, they were all the villagers who had just participated in the blacksmith shop, that is, members of the official ghost team!

Now, though, it looks like they're all part of the plane......

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhen turned his head to look at the old blacksmith and asked coldly, "Are you the actual person in charge of this village?" ”

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The village chief's house.

The vast white mist soaked all things, like dense cobwebs, netting this world.

The cry of the cold wind and the destruction of the grass and trees sounded in the fog from time to time, outlining a scene of cold silence.

Wow!

The curtain from the main house to the back room was lifted, and the four members of the "four-dimensional utopia" covered each other and cautiously walked inside.

The back room was very small, with little room to stay except for a stamping bed and a cupboard.

The adobe walls were unsheltered, and small gusts of cold wind kept leaking in through the only window, blowing dust down the walls.

On top of the only cabinet was an oil lamp, lit at the moment, emitting a faint orange light, which filled the room with the light and the fishy smell of burning animal fat.

Traces of straw were revealed in the holes in the sheets on the bed, and a thin figure was lying in the futon, who looked to be about six or seven years old, with his eyes closed, motionless, and seemed to be sleeping very deeply.

The four members of the "Quadruple Utopia" immediately looked at the child.

One of the two female members whispered, "This child should be the sick youngest son of the village chief's family as rumored by the villagers." ”

Another male member nodded slightly, and quickly said, "If there is a younger son, there must be an older son, or an older daughter." ”

"It's weird, though."

"I have investigated in the village in the past two days, and everyone only knows the youngest son of the village chief's family."

"Every time I ask the village chief's other child, or if the village chief's youngest son has any older siblings, all the villagers will spontaneously ignore the question."

"It's like not being able to recognize what I'm asking."

"It's so abnormal!"

The "crown eagle" at the head said calmly: "There are many questions! ”

"What we're entering now is a real space-time tunnel? Or is it a special 'digital forest'? ”

"What secrets does this ancient Chinese village have?"

"The answers to all these questions are right now in front of us."

"This kid is a real living person in the village."

"He must know something!"

As he spoke, the "crown carving" tilted his head slightly, and said to the female member next to him who had not spoken, "'Banana Juan', you have transplanted a lot of traditional Chinese medicine memories, go and show this child what is going on." ”

"Pay attention to the light movements, don't wake him up!"

"Banana Juan" nodded immediately, her current image is a short village woman with yellow skin, wearing a ragged skirt, hearing the words, she first tucked the skirt to prevent tripping in the dark, and then cautiously walked to the bed, she first used the light of the oil lamp, carefully observed the child's complexion and breathing rate, and then reached out to the other party's forehead.

The child lay quietly, his forehead as cold as ice.

"Banana Juan" frowned slightly, then gently pulled open a little quilt, pressed the child's pulse, and began to check the pulse.

Holding it, her face gradually became strange, she frowned and thought for a while, then she turned around and whispered: "The inheritance of Chinese medicine in China is seriously broken, and after many Chinese medicine materials enter the scope of protection, there are more lost secret recipes and secret techniques. Although I have a lot of transplanted memories, the medical skills of the Chinese medicine itself are very ordinary. ”

"It is not possible to determine the specific circumstances of this child at this time."

"It can only be said that his symptoms are a bit like the epidemic in the ancient records of Huaguo, and a little like ......"

Before he finished speaking, the "Banana Juan" immediately stopped, and the narrow back room did not know when it became a little more open.

The "crown eagle" and two other companions who were standing in the place disappeared without warning.

The howling of the north wind came from the cramped window, and the oil lamp swayed tremblingly a few times before it barely returned to normal.

In the vibrant light and shadow, there was only "Banana Juan" and the child lying on the bed in the whole room, and there was no other half of the figure.

Banana Juan frowned, and immediately turned her head to look at the child on the bed.

The skinny child had already opened his eyes and was looking at her faintly.

(End of chapter)