Continue north, and the land is no longer barren.

There are more people.

Standing on the hillside and looking into the distance, Shi Bufan could see the human villages one after another, arranged in a staggered manner on the ground, like chess pieces on a chessboard.

Shi Bufan was overjoyed.

Going to a place where there are people means that he doesn't have to go hungry.

Even if he is called Hanako, he eats the food he asks for from door to door.

Xiangxin deceived Shi Bufan very badly, but there was one thing that didn't deceive him, the world is indeed full of delicious food, even if it is the same thing a day, it is enough for Shi Bufan to eat for decades.

In this way, Shi Bufan walked all the way and ate all the way.

In ten days, I only drove a hundred miles.

There is no way, the world is delicious and fun, and he will inevitably delay his trip.

In addition to eating, Shi Bufan also has a deeper understanding of "people".

Most of the people in the world are ordinary mortals, who have lived an ordinary life for generations, and the short things in their families are just that little thing, not to mention great good, not great evil.

For example, when he was hungry, a family let him into the house and had a full meal.

For example, when he was on a road late at night, he passed through a village, and some villagers took him in for the night.

For example, if you are tired and rest on the side of the road, the passing driver will let him take a ride without taking a penny.

As for the thieves, the unfilial sons who beat and scolded their fathers and mothers, or the bullies who oppressed the good, Shi Bufan had met a few, and they were all cleaned up honestly by him.

He has seen a lot of things in the world, and the world is connected by all kinds of things, and in the end there is only the word "gap".

Between immortals and immortals, there is only a gap between heavenly immortals and earth immortals at most.

But between people, there are many differences!

Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road, probably like this.

......

100 miles to the north.

There are fewer and fewer small villages, and more and more large tribes.

The so-called tribes are mostly territories formed over thousands of years.

The ancestors of the tribe are often one or two demons who have successfully transformed into a demon.

Demons keep reproducing offspring, and offspring have offspring, thus forming a tribe.

Therefore, the people of each tribe retain some characteristics of their ancestral bloodline.

For example, Shi Bufan once passed by a "werewolf" tribe.

The people of the tribe are nothing special in appearance and behavior, but on the night of the full moon they all turn into wolves, howl all night, and the next day the sun rises again and return to normal, and continue to work.

Needless to guess, their ancestor must have been a wolf demon.

There is also a large lake to the north, where a large tribe of "fishmen" lives.

They are human in the upper body and fish in the lower body, and they can survive in the water and can also go ashore and walk with fish tails.

When passing by, Shi Bufan also heard a legendary story.

Once upon a time, there was a small village by the lake, and the villagers made a living from fishing.

There was a fisherman's daughter named Xiaolian, who was born very beautifully.

One day, Xiaolian caught a golden carp in the lake, and the carp actually spat out and begged Xiaolian to let it live.

Xiaolian relented and released the carp back into the lake.

As a result, a year later, the carp turned into a jade-faced man and went ashore to make peace with Xiaolian.

This person and a fish got married, gave birth to a fishman, and the fishman combined with other fishermen, and after hundreds of years formed a huge tribe, which is the "fish-man tribe".

Through contact with these tribes, Shi Bufan has a better understanding of the complexities of the human world.

What he hadn't heard before, what he hadn't seen before, all made him amazed.

The horror is that what Shi Bufan saw was only the tip of the iceberg.

How many tribes, how many wonders, and how many unknowns there are in the whole world, no one can say clearly.

......

Before I knew it, it had been two months since I left Kunlun Mountain.

Shi Bufan gradually integrated into the world, without the initial hesitation and ignorance.

He is already smart, he learns everything quickly, and no matter how complicated things in the world are, they are not as complicated as spells.

On this day, he climbed over a long mountain and continued to fly for dozens of miles, and the landscape in front of him changed suddenly.

The blazing sun scorched the earth.

It was as if there were countless fireballs flying in the sky and on the ground, and there was no escape.

Even the air is getting hot.

When I looked at the earth, I was even more frightened.

There was not a single grass or tree in the eyes, a trace of vitality, and the ground under his feet was full of dry cracks, as if he had been cut by a thousand swords, and the cracks were connected into a dense net.

The web is endless, from east to west, from south to north.

Obviously, this is an arid and water-scarce region.

Shi Bufan saw this kind of scene for the first time, and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time.

There is a phrase in the book called "Chidi Qianli", and he has seen it with his own eyes.

No grass or trees, any birds or beasts can survive here.

Only a piece of dead wood in the distance, and the corpses of wild beasts scattered on the ground, proved that they were once vibrant.

"I'm so thirsty!"

Shi Bufan had been in a hurry for too long, and his throat was smoking.

But I couldn't find even a drop of water in this hellish place, so I had to endure and hurry.

Soon, Shi Bufan was overjoyed when he saw a group of people coming up on the blazing earth.

"There is salvation!"

There were more than a dozen of them, driving two ox carts, and slowly walked south.

The back of the car leaves obvious ruts, like a thick pen drawing lines on the ground.

The group walked profusely with sweat and chapped lips, and some had passed out because of the heat and thirst, and had to be carried to the ox cart and pulled.

Of course, the cow was not very comfortable, and was so thirsty that it opened its mouth and stuck out its tongue, and its tongue was as dry as sackcloth.

Shi Bufan stepped forward to ask, only to know that this group of people had fled and wanted to go south to find a place where the wind and rain were good.

He wanted to beg for a drink, saying that he had been thirsty for a long time and was very uncomfortable.

The group cast mocking glances, "Half a day, we've been thirsty for three days!"

"No water! no water!"

"I threw a dead man on the side of the road just now, and it hasn't dried yet!" a young man walked over and patted Shi Bufan on the shoulder and said something inexplicable.

Shi Bufan didn't understand.

The young man grinned, and Shi Bufan saw that this person's teeth were actually red.

......

Northward.

Shi Bufan saw many bones.

There are the bones of oxen, and the bones of sheep, and the bones of wild beasts, and even the bones of men.

The dead man of which the young man had just spoken was lying on the side of the road, shriveled and emaciated, and no one paid attention to it.

Shi Bufan dug a pit on the spot and buried the dead, making him even more thirsty.

"Is this hell?"

Shi Bufan suddenly felt that the world and hell seemed to be synonymous.

He licked his dry lips, rose to his feet, and continued on his way.

At dusk, a large field suddenly appeared in front of me.

The fields are vast, almost dozens of miles from south to north, but unfortunately the fields are barren, and not a single crop can grow on the cracked ground.

Over the field, there is a tribe.

This clan is the largest one Shi Bufan has seen, except for the vast fields on the periphery, the settlement alone occupies a radius of 100 li, with a population of at least tens of thousands.

At this time, Shi Bufan finally saw the living crops, and they were planted in the farmland near the tribe, one by one short and small, estimated to be corn or the like, which was not as tall as a child, and most of the leaves were dry.

The tribesmen were carrying buckets and watering the dying crops, each with half a scoop, but the water disappeared as soon as it landed.

There is no way, if you want to live, you have to eat, and if you want to eat, you have to grow crops.

This is the tragedy of the general public in the world, once encountering natural disasters, life becomes worthless.