According to their previous agreement, they continued to travel along the tributaries of the Hunguang River, and at the speed of Qing Biao, they would go to the towns and villages on the outskirts of the main city of Jingyan Country on the evening of the third day.

Hei Huang looked up at the sky and roughly estimated the time, "If there is no abnormality, we should be able to meet tonight." ”

Then he continued to chase after the three-faced demon.

After about a few hours, Hei Huang finally broke out of the poisonous domain that was spreading outward, and opened a large distance from it.

I glanced back with palpitations, gasping for breath, feeling that the fresh air was so refreshing for the first time.

At this moment, the sky has turned dark, and a layer of mist has risen between the heavens and the earth.

"Lord Heihuang, look!"

At this time, the evil opened his mouth to warn, and motioned Heihuang to look downstream of the tributary, and at the end of the field of vision, some vague outlines could be faintly seen in the dense fog.

Hei Huang fixed his eyes and looked at it, and his half-furrowed brows relaxed a lot, and it was a looming house building in a village.

"It's finally here,......" he sighed to himself, and hurried to that side, still cautious, but extremely fast, and his figure was hidden in the mist, and soon it was approaching.

Beyond a few hills, Hei Huang saw a large field and found traces deliberately left by Qing Biao nearby, which could be seen that he and the little guy had entered the village not far away.

Continuing to move forward, it was about less than half an hour, Hei Huang and the three-faced demon came to the entrance of the village, and there was a stone tablet more than half a person high standing next to it, with three big characters engraved on it.

Sham Tseng Village.

When he arrived here, Hei Huang, who should have been more relaxed, became alert again, because this deep well village was too quiet, and although it was dark now, every household would not be without a sound.

"Lord Heihuang, there is something wrong with this village. ”

Bai Aya's faint voice sounded, like a ghost whispering in her ear, "I don't feel a trace of the breath of a living thing." ”

Hei Huang nodded, this is indeed abnormal, it doesn't matter if everyone sleeps, but they don't even make a sound from the captive poultry, which is a little weird, "Be vigilant, let's go and see first." ”

After stepping into Shenjing Village, the traces left by Qing Biao were obviously believed to be destroyed, which made Hei Huang unable to continue to remain calm, thinking crankily in his heart, worrying about whether the little guy had suffered some accident.

He comforted himself, with Qing Biao's strength, even if he met several Qi Cultivation Realm cultivators at the same time, he had the strength to fight, and he didn't find any traces of battle at the moment, obviously things were not so bad.

This Shenjing Village is indeed abnormal, even if Heihuang has been prepared, he can't help but take a deep breath after careful exploration.

There is nothing, there is no living life in this deep well village, every house is empty, but some clues can still be seen, there is not too much floating dust on the furniture, from these subtle traces, it can be inferred that these villagers should have left here not long ago.

After walking to a corner in the village, Hei Huang suddenly froze in place, and when he raised his nose, his eyes suddenly flashed, "It's the smell of the little boy!"

It was very thin, almost dissipated, but Hei Huang could still distinguish that it was the residual smell of Nian Sutong.

Following the scent, Hei Huang came to a clearing behind Shenjing Village, and found a dry well underneath after picking up a pile of weeds.

There were many messy footsteps around the dry well, which should have been left by those villagers, among which Qingbiao's huge paw prints were particularly conspicuous.

"They're in this dry well!"

Hei Huang stood in the dry well and looked down, and sure enough, he found a wooden ladder, there were still many handprints and messy hengji on the wall of the well, and the smell of the little guy also emanated from the bottom of the well.

The three-faced demon was a little puzzled, "Lord Heihuang, this is ......?"

"Looking at this situation, it should be the ...... that Qingbiao coerced the villagers into this dry well."

Hei Huang looked strange, saying that it was Qing Biao, but this idea was probably from the little guy, as for the reason is unknown, "Catch up and see, they should be down here." ”

After destroying the nearby footprints by the way, Heihuang covered the wellhead again with weeds, and then jumped into the dry well.

The aura of the yin tide filled the dry well, and Hei Huang could clearly see things in the darkness, so he dispersed his divine sense and quickly fell to the bottom of the well.

This dry well is more than ten meters deep, the bottom space is very spacious, and there is a tunnel dug artificially, I don't know where it leads.

Hei Huang did not hesitate, chased down the tunnel, crooked and twisted and complicated, I have to say that this is a big project, it can never be completed in a short time, it should have been dug many years ago.

He speculated that the tunnel might be a survival route for the village to prepare for a sudden disaster.

After about a dozen more turns, Hei Huang finally heard some noises, the closer he got to them, the clearer and louder they became, the sobs of women and the cries of children, but more of them were the restless cries of the fowls.

The smell of each was mixed together, and Hei Huang's tense expression finally relaxed a lot, and he couldn't help but smile, because in these voices he also heard the little guy's immature and serious shout.

"Don't be afraid, this big tiger really won't hurt you!"

Then, there was a slightly weak and old voice, and when he stopped, he knew that the owner of the voice should be an old man, but his tone trembled a little, obviously holding back his fear, "This...... This little ancestor ......"

"You're polite, Xiao Hei told me to respect the elders. The little guy's voice was still serious, and Hei Huang's teaching to himself sounded, "You old immortal can call me a little boy." ”

When he was approaching Hei Huang heard this, he almost turned his back on his back, and the look on his dog's face could be described as changeable, he had inadvertently recalled all kinds of things in his previous life in a conversation with Nian Sutong before, and redrew a line of words on the ground under resentment, "Those old clothes and beasts are all old and immortal things!"

Unexpectedly, this sentence was remembered by the little guy, and there was a misunderstanding, thinking that old immortality is an honorific title for all the elders.

"Preschool education is really important......"

Hei Huang sighed in his heart, and at the same time felt curious, wanting to see what the little guy was doing, so he restrained his breath and continued to approach silently.

At the end of the tunnel is an underground space that is thought to have been dug and built, the size of a small square, like the air-raid shelter in Heihuang's previous life.

There are a few oil lamps in the middle as lighting, and the entire underground space is divided into two on both sides of the firelight, and on one side stands the puffing Nian Sutong, at this moment the little guy is waving his little fist, saying something seriously on his face, and the huge and fierce eyes of Qing Biao are tightly guarding the little guy.