Taking advantage of Liuzhi Gong's experience, although they figured out the source of danger in the wheat field, the three of them still did not dare to be careless and walked cautiously out of the wheat field, trying to avoid the scarecrows to avoid accidents.
Fortunately, everything was safe. About half an hour later, the three of them finally walked out of the wheat field and came to a small road.
On both sides of the path are vast wheat fields. As far as the eye can see, the wheat ears are golden, as bright as stars, swaying like waves, and there are countless scarecrows dotted among them, just like the stars in the sky, it is a pastoral scene.
In fact, if Ye Qing and the other three had not witnessed the process of the Six-Fingered Man transforming into a scarecrow, they would have been awestruck by the beautiful scenery in front of them.
But now, looking at the wheat waves in front of them like an ocean, and looking at the scarecrows in the wheat fields like stars, the three of them just feel creepy.
"There is a village ahead, do you want to go and have a look?" Shangguan Hongjin looked into the distance and said.
"Let's go and have a look."
Ye Qing also saw the village in the distance. There seemed to be a mist covering the village, making it difficult to see clearly.
The path leads directly to the village, and with three people's walking distance, they arrive in front of the village in a short time.
The village is nestled among green mountains and green waters, and is peaceful and harmonious. However, the village in front of us is dilapidated and desolate, with overgrown grass.
"This village is surrounded by water, like a blue dragon offering auspiciousness, and there are mountains behind it, like jade pillows on golden mountains. The air flow is smooth, and tigers and tigers generate wind. This is an excellent Feng Shui treasure land!"
The Tufuzi looked at the village in front of him and praised: "The people who live here are not only healthy and have harmonious families, but also have endless blessings and long lives."
“What a great place! What a great place!”
"No matter how good the place is, it is now deserted."
Shangguan Hongjin said and walked towards the village.
The native master turned a deaf ear to Shangguan Hongjin's words, but looked at the village in front of him with great interest.
After entering the village, I saw ruins, rubble and rubble everywhere, making it look increasingly desolate and dilapidated.
The village looks large and well-planned. I imagine that a long time ago, it must have been prosperous and lively.
And the spiritual wheat outside the village was most likely grown by people in this village.
Living in a geomantic treasure land and eating the finest spiritual wheat, the people in this village must have lived a very comfortable and happy life before.
But I don’t know what happened, and all the people in this village disappeared.
"This village has excellent Feng Shui, what a pity, what a pity!"
The Tufuzi sighed: "Why do you think this village has become like this? Where have the people in the village gone?"
"If nothing else, he should be dead."
Ye Qing was silent for a moment and then said.
"Dead? How did the young hero know?" Tufuzi asked doubtfully.
Ye Qing walked to a piece of ruins and lightly stamped his right foot. The ruins collapsed. As the ruins slid down, each bone was exposed.
"These bones are proof."
"Are these bones from the village?" Shangguan Hongjin asked.
"Yes, maybe not all." Ye Qing looked at the bones in the ruins and said slowly: "These bones may include people from the village or outsiders."
"Look at these houses, they don't look like they collapsed naturally, but they looked like they collapsed due to fighting. Look, there are still traces of swords here."
"Of course, it is also possible that the villagers died of cannibalism, but this is unlikely."
"These were not weak when they were alive. Even though they have turned into bones, the spirit energy still remains in their bones." Shangguan Hongjin said.
"This...this is the glazed golden bone of Buddhism..."
Suddenly, Tufuzi looked at a golden skull in the ruins and exclaimed.
The skull is as bright as gold and as clear as glass. Even if it is buried in the soil, its brilliance cannot be concealed.
The so-called glazed gold bones mentioned by Tufuzi are made by Buddhist masters who have cultivated their physical bodies to a certain level and cast Buddhist golden bodies into glazed gold bones.
Anyone who can mold the golden body of Buddhism and turn it into glazed bones is an expert in Buddhism.
Therefore, the owner of the glazed gold bone in front of him was definitely not weak during his lifetime.
"This is... Wuchen Jade Bone?!"
Suddenly, Tufuzi found another jade-like bone in the ruins.
It was a hand bone. The hand bone was as white and flawless as a flawless jade.
The so-called dust-free jade bones refer to Taoist warriors who have cultivated to a certain level, and their bodies are clean and filthy. Their bones are like jade and stone, dust-free and free from all evils.
"Buddhism's glazed bones, Taoism's dust-free body..." Ye Qing touched his nose thoughtfully.
"boom……"
While he was thinking, he heard a roar. Ye Qing followed the sound and saw Shangguan Hongjin knocking away a pile of rubble with his palm.
Among the shattered rubble, bones were scattered one after another. Among the bones, one thing stood out.
It was a broken sword. The broken sword was stained with blood and exuded terrible killing intent. As soon as it appeared, the killing intent swept across and crushed the bones in the air.
Shangguan Hongjin stretched out his hand to grab the broken sword and took it into his hand. The broken sword made a clanging sound and trembled as if it was spiritual. The cold sword energy left a series of sword marks on the ground, as if it was about to break away.
However, he still couldn't break free from the shackles of Shangguan's red scarf, and he calmed down after a while.
"The sword is full of energy and the spirit is immortal. It's a good thing."
The Tufuzi came close to Shangguan Hongjin, his eyes shining: "This sword seems to be forged from Taibai Geng gold. Before it is broken, it is definitely a Tongxuan weapon, and even among the Tongxuan weapons, it is definitely a Tongxuan weapon. They are all among the best.”
"It's a pity that it is broken now. If it continues, this sword may be promoted to a natural disaster weapon."
"It's a pity...it's a pity..."
Tufuzi was indeed an expert in fighting from the grave. He could roughly determine the forging material and grade of the broken sword at a glance.
"this is mine."
Shangguan Hongjin ignored Tufuzi's longing eyes and directly put the broken sword into Shanhebei.
"Don't get me wrong, Miss Shangguan, I..." Hearing this, Tufuzi was about to explain a few words when he suddenly felt a wave of energy.
The two of them looked over and saw Ye Qing walking out of a half-collapsed room, holding an oil lamp in his hand.
The oil lamp seemed to be made of stone, black and rough, and covered with oil stains. It was not much different from the oil lamps used by ordinary people in their homes.
But Shangguan Hongjin and Tufuzi felt a strange energy fluctuation in the oil lamp. It was obvious that the oil lamp was not an ordinary thing.
"It seems that there are many such things in this village." Ye Qing looked at the oil lamp in his hand and said.
Hearing Ye Qing's words, Tufuzi's eyes lit up and he hurriedly rushed towards a house.
Shangguan Hongjin also nodded to Ye Qing and walked in the other direction in tacit agreement.
Ye Qing did not stop them. They entered this place just to seek opportunities. He had no reason to stop them. Moreover, since the three of them met by chance, he had no right to stop them.
After a few breaths, Tufuzi walked out of that room, holding a broken cattail leaf fan in his hand, with a happy face, obviously having gained something.
Although the cattail leaf fan was broken, there were mysterious spells engraved on it, and the wind was lingering and the aura was strange.
The native master looked at the cattail leaf fan in his hand, his face was full of joy, and he hurried to another room.
Shangguan Hongjin also found a stone mill from another house, which looked quite good.
Ye Qing, on the other hand, did not look for things everywhere like Tufuzi and Shangguan Hongjin. Instead, he slowly walked towards the village while thinking about another thing.
Judging from the oil lamp he found in the house, the cattail leaf fan in the hands of the native master, and the stone mill in Shangguan Hongjin's hand, these things seemed to be ordinary household utensils, and they should be things that people in this village usually use.
The people in this village can live in such a geomantic place and use strange weapons as household utensils. These people are absolutely extraordinary.
Based on the bones and traces of fighting, it can be inferred that the people in the village may have been killed by others, and the people who could kill them must not be ordinary people.
To be precise, the people who killed them were most likely those with glazed bones and dust-free bodies.
But why did those people kill the people in this village?
Life and death hatred?
Fighting for treasures?
Or something else?
