It doesn't matter if you don't get the help of the skin painter, there are always two sides to everything. Being followed by a group of untrustworthy people, in addition to being on the lookout for Facelings and Mantismen, has to devote some energy to dealing with them. Walking alone, but also at ease.

The remaining doors were opened one by one by Leng Xiao, and there was a count in his heart, a total of nineteen doors. There are very few animals behind the door, and most of them are painted skin people who have been caught. The combined number of these Painted Skins is only a few thousand, which is not enough for the Facelings to eat in one meal. The 20,000 people under the command of the leader of the Painted Skin People are enough to eat?

On the other hand, what do the Painted Skins usually eat to satisfy their stomachs? At least judging by the behavior of the chief's daughter, they are not very resistant to hunger.

Some of the unlucky painters, locked up with the beasts, did not dare to move, did not dare to sleep, did not dare to lie down, and the tiger wolf poked his neck hard, as if he could lick their cheeks with their tongues.

Seeing Leng Xiao, their eyes flashed with the same light, shouting for help, thinking that they were finally going to get out of the predicament, but unfortunately Leng Xiao was just like a breeze, blowing by, not taking anything away, leaving nothing, in vain to provoke a burst of confusion and melancholy.

The appearance of Leng Xiao should be unfortunate for them, at least pure despair is better than embracing hope first and then falling into the abyss, the huge gap will make people crazy.

The old wooden door was obviously not soundproof, and the sound of cursing came from several doors, scolding fiercely, hoarse, but Leng Xiao turned a deaf ear.

He opened the last door with a glimmer of hope, and the moment he saw the scene inside, his mood suddenly cooled. The granary was indeed large, far larger than the houses of some of the wealthy people he had seen, but that didn't mean it could hold a piece of the world.

Behind the nineteenth door, it seems to be a landscape painting, with green mountains and green waters, green trees and red flowers, but it lacks some smart vitality. If all the beasts were put into this world, it would definitely form a better picture.

He shouted a few times, and there was an echo in the hollow, reverberating for ten breaths. The leaves shook from tree to tree, and many monkey-like things came out. They were all small, the smallest being the size of a human thumb and the largest being the size of a fist. With flame-like hair, he looked at Leng Xiao ignorantly.

Aside from their size, they are no different from ordinary monkeys.

Leng Xiao was slightly stunned, there are too many monkeys here, and suddenly they are emerging like a rising tide, maybe hundreds of thousands, to say more, it makes people's scalps tingle. It seems that this is the ration that the Facelings really live on.

He shouted for a moment, but received no response from Qiu Yansheng. In this world, there seems to be only this group of monkeys, and there are no other living creatures that can act independently. The green mountains and green waters are their foil.

They are carefree, fearless of death or rebellious behavior. Compared to the outside world, this place is indeed like a fairyland. But for no reason, there is a trace of depression that is heavier than the outside world, which is suffocating.

Leng Xiao frowned and looked around at the granary. The space inside is neatly divided, and there are no compartments except for the bizarre one of the nineteenth doors. There is no trace of Qiu Yansheng.

He may have been eaten by the starving Facelings, or he may have been held in solitary confinement for research. Facelings are highly disciplined, not willful and loose like Skinmen, and are willing to give up their lives to be a flare in order to deliver information.

Leng Xiao believes that the second possibility is more likely. He remembered the complicated emotions of the Painted Skin Man when he learned that he was a normal person, and he and Qiu Yansheng must be the real outliers here. But he was nervous, with the dull thinking of the Facelings, would he really take care of this?

When he first came, Qiu Yansheng was already seriously injured, and his clothes were in tatters, so there might not be any elixir. It is also possible that he died before he reached Wucheng.

Facelings have a lot of weapons, and they are very monotonous and complex. Among the cold weapons, there are only knives and swords, except for the width and narrowness, there are no other types, which is very monotonous. In addition, there are some sword handles, knife handles, bamboo joints, iron pipes and the like, which seem to be some defective goods, inconspicuous, in fact, they are only simply discarded on the ground, and they are not cherished.

But Leng Xiao has seen the power of these things with his own eyes, he has lost his aura and has no cultivation, these are all things that can kill him.

He picked up a hilt and tried to pour a trace of ash into it, and a lightsaber immediately stretched out from the hilt. He wielded his lightsaber and slashed at the ordinary sword a few times, sharpening the iron like clay.

What's even more interesting is that after retrieving the lightsaber, the gray energy poured into Leng Xiao did not lose a trace of it, so it means that the Facelings can use these strange objects without restraint with only a small amount of gray energy.

There is no need to bring a sword, and the horned soldiers on his body are far better than these lightsabers and lightsabers. The weapons he fancied that could emit balls of light from a distance.

The advantage of having a ring is that all the weapons that can shoot long range have been taken by him, and even if he may not use them, he must not leave them to the Facelings.

He was about to walk out of the granary when two teams of men came in the distance. Leng Xiao then hid sideways behind a weapon rack and waited quietly.

A moment later, the centaur approached, and there was no superfluous sound, not even breathing or heartbeat, except for the sound of uniform footsteps.

The leader glanced at the wooden door that had been split in half, and seemed a little surprised, but nothing more was said about it.

About two or three hundred people, pouring into the granary, did not appear to be overly crowded, each with a clear division of labor, entered the various doors and lined up to carry the prey one by one, and before long, these who were still alive and kicking should have become extremely miserable and bloody.

Someone carried a rhinoceros elephant on one shoulder, and the door of the granary was not big enough, and he forced his way out half-pushed and half-squeezed. They can carry something many times larger than themselves, as if it were not very difficult.

Throughout, no one noticed that there was a person hiding behind the shelves, and no one even noticed that the armory was half empty, and only some low-end weapons remained.

Nearly a hundred people approached the nineteenth door, and soon came out, each carrying a body in his hand, like a bunch of grapes, surrounded by dozens or hundreds of monkeys.

Nearly 100 people, carrying tens of thousands of monkeys. But these monkeys are so small that they can fit a few people?

Nearly 100 people walked at the end, and although the door was broken, the last person to go out still symbolically leaned the broken wooden plank against the door frame.

It's a pity that it didn't take long for Leng Xiao to overthrow him, and Leng Xiao didn't have the leisure to put it back on.

These nearly 100 people walked in a different direction from others, but they were not far behind.

Leng Xiao vaguely remembered that the direction of the two teams was an extremely open place, with rolling mounds on the ground, and there were no extra obstacles. Maybe it's where they eat.

And the direction where the nearly 100 people carrying the monkey went, Leng Xiao also remembered. It was a field, and it was vast. It was the field that the corpse dragger had watered with human meat sauce.

Leng Xiao didn't have so much curiosity and kept up with the two teams that left first. They were about to start eating, it should be a collective eating, if Qiu Yansheng was really brought back to Wucheng, then it was very likely that he was still alive.

Of course, it is not ruled out that there is one last possibility, Qiu Yansheng is still on the run, because he is too worried. After all, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and Qiu Yansheng is also a primordial monk.

No matter what kind of ending it is, you have to go and see it to feel at ease.

The Facelings carrying the food are not fast, on the contrary, they are a little slow. Even if he went ahead of Leng Xiao, he was quickly caught up by Leng Xiao.

He casually pulled a cloak from someone else's hanger to hide his eye-catching outfit, and swaggered behind the group.

No one looked at him, no one cared about him. There are houses on the side of the road, and some people stand at the window in a daze, not knowing what they are looking at.

Their world is silent, and God has given them a mouth, which seems to be only used to feed to sustain life.

The team walked through some debris and walked out into the clearing. There were already many people standing in the clearing, looking the same, wearing the same clothes, and posing the same posture, like a person standing in front of thousands of mirrors.

Leng Xiao didn't immediately follow, sweeping through the crowd. If Qiu Yansheng was among them, he could find it in an instant, like a wild boar breaking into a herd of goats, obviously.

His eyes moved away from the crowd and landed in the distance. A total of forty sedan chair drivers, separated on both sides, carry an extremely luxurious sedan chair without a roof. In the sedan chair, sat a richly dressed woman.

Compared to these poor Facelings, Mantis Men, and even Painted Skin People, her outfit was simply a collection of the most beautiful satin in the world.

Her countenance was undoubtedly extremely beautiful, more beautiful than the daughter of the leader of the Painted Skins, beyond the ordinary. There is an indescribable temperament in her body that attracts people's attention, although since she appeared, no one has looked at her.

In fact, it was not her who really attracted Leng Xiao's attention, but the man next to her.

Qiu Yansheng took off the bloody clothes that had been beaten to tatters by Chu Tiankuo and put on an equally gorgeous outfit, compared to those faceless people and mantis people, he was simply a crane in a flock of pheasants.

The Facelings were densely packed, but there were not many Mantis, except for the two leading the way in front of the palanquin, there were only a few dozen scattered in the crowd, overwhelmed by the Facelings.

They also carry knives when they eat, and they must carry knives when they sleep, and they have never put down their knives for a moment in their lives.

"I've worked hard for you, you're good, and you're good at it. Leng Xiao smiled faintly and looked into the distance.

The Faceless Lady looked straight ahead, her eyes welling up with indifference. Qiu Yansheng was looking around without a trace, as if he was thinking about how to escape. In fact, even if he moved a little more, no one would look at him more.

At this time, Leng Xiao realized that the Faceless Nujun and Qiu Yansheng were wearing bright red clothes, which was very festive.

The enemy circled and circled, tightly and densely, he looked over and over again, like duckweed in the water, sand in the wind, he could only be carried away, where else could he escape?