While Wan Qishan was running wildly, he heard the shouts of many villagers behind him. He cursed with a livid face: "A bunch of stupid people!"
He doesn't have any spiritual power now, and he can't run particularly fast while dragging the cart.
Yunzheng behind her quickly caught up with her. With a stern look in her eyes, she raised her leg and kicked the trolley hard. In an instant, there was a 'bang' sound, and the trolley, which was not particularly strong in the first place, suddenly Torn apart.
Scattered on the ground.
The surrounding villagers were shocked. Among the villagers, there were also many disciples of the three major families. When they saw that the third elder Wan Qi was about to be kicked in the back, a shocking scene appeared. Yun Zheng seemed to be frozen in place, unable to kick Wan Qishan's body at all.
Yunzheng's face darkened, as if there was a barrier blocking her in front of her, preventing her from moving.
Wan Qishan noticed Yunzheng's strangeness and breathed a sigh of relief. He looked back and glanced at Yunzheng bitterly, deciding not to argue with her.
He continued to escape forward!
Yunzheng could only watch him escape, her eyes becoming colder and colder. After she stood still, the villagers behind her also chased after him.
The villagers asked breathlessly, "Taoist priest, why are you chasing Gua Lao?"
"Taoist priest?"
"It's okay." Yunzheng just said lightly.
The villagers didn't have any doubts, and immediately started talking: "Taoist Priest, what can we do for you?"
Yunzheng looked at them, smiled slightly and said, "It's almost dark, aren't you hungry? Let's go home and eat first. Only in the evening will you have the strength to work, right?"
When the villagers heard this, they remembered the time and nodded in enlightenment.
"Yes, yes, I haven't cooked yet..." a woman said in shock.
After a few words of Yunzheng's persuasion, the gathered villagers gradually dispersed and went back to their homes.
Yunzheng looked at the two disciples who followed her out of the village chief's house and asked, "My name is Yunzheng, what are your names?"
Female disciple: "Hu Yan Cong."
Male disciple: "Cui Yuan."
Yunzheng nodded and said slowly: "Pick up some stones for me. I will use them to set up an array to deal with those monsters."
Hu Yanxing and Cu Yuan looked at each other. Although they suspected Yunzheng had ulterior motives, they had no choice now.
Only by breaking the situation can we escape from the illusion.
"Okay, how many stones do you want?" Hu Yanzong responded.
Yunzheng smiled and said: "The more, the better."
When the two heard this, they could only do it.
The surrounding disciples of the three major families who had become members of the 'villagers' looked at Yunzheng, who was wearing red Taoist robes, defensively.
One of the disciples narrowed his eyes slightly and asked in a skeptical tone: "You... Taoist priest, is it really reliable to use stones to create a formation?"
Yunzheng smiled and said, "It's not reliable. You have to try it before you know."
As soon as these words came out, the faces of the disciples who had turned into "villagers" changed slightly. They looked at each other and snorted in their hearts. They should not have placed any hope on Yunzheng just now.
After all, where have the people of the Five States encountered such a powerful illusion with the 'rules of heaven and earth'?
It is simply impossible to break this illusion with just a few broken stones.
The disciples of the three major families immediately looked at Yunzheng, and they didn't like anything about him.
Yunzheng didn't care what they thought at all. She raised her head and glanced at the sky, then followed the path just now, preparing to find Mo Jing first.
However, as she walked, she found that the road had changed.
Her eyes changed slightly.
She calmed down and tried to see if she could open the blood pupils. As a result, at that moment, her mental power was horribly suppressed and backlashed, and her face instantly turned pale.
A splitting headache!
She staggered a few times, and when she was about to fall, she held on.
When the villagers passing by saw this, they gathered around and asked with concern: "Taoist Priest, what's wrong with you?! Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"Taoist Master, you look so pale!"
"Taoist Priest..."
"I'm fine." A thin layer of sweat broke out on Yunzheng's forehead. She shook her head gently, and then continued walking forward.
…
the other side.
Mo Jing mingled among the beggars, all slovenly, and then started chatting with them, talking and laughing.
But Chu understood that one person was hiding far away, and he single-handedly isolated the group of beggars. He glanced at Mo Jing with disgust.
I thought to myself, low-class people are indeed low-class people, and they will never be able to go to the lobby in this life!
He is different from them all.
Just when Chu knew what he was thinking, he stretched his hand forward involuntarily, holding a broken bowl to 'beg' from a drunken middle-aged man.
When the middle-aged man saw the broken bowl thrown in front of him, his eyes became angry and he directly raised his leg and kicked Chu Mingming hard.
boom!
"I have no money! You bunch of stinky beggars from other villages!"
"Kill you stinking beggar!"
Although the middle-aged man was drunk, he was still very strong and beat Chu Mingming until he screamed.
"That's unreasonable! You are..." Waiting for others!
Before he could say anything, what Chu understood became, "Don't fight, don't fight. I'm a stinky beggar. I shouldn't ask for money from you. You, sir, have a lot of money, so don't care about me, a beggar..."
Chu Ming understood that as soon as he finished speaking, his face turned livid, and he felt very aggrieved, and he cursed directly in his heart.
What the hell!
Who the hell is a beggar? !
He's going to kill this drunkard!
He just raised his hand to fight back, but found that his hand was frozen in mid-air.
Snapped--
A loud slap came, and Chu knew that he was slapped hard by the middle-aged man. He was slapped to the ground and rolled twice on the ground.
With a 'clang' sound, the broken bowl in Chu Ming's hand flew out and hit the ground.
Chu knew that he was beaten so hard that his head was buzzing.
The middle-aged man didn't give up yet, "Stinky beggar, it stinks so much, don't get in my eyes!"
He raised his foot and kicked Chu Ming understand hard several times, forcing Chu Ming Ming to hold his head and avoid.
"Pooh!"
The middle-aged man licked his saliva at Chu Mingming, then swayed, sang a vulgar ditty, and left.
Mo Jing was sitting on the ground with other beggars and witnessed this scene. Mo Jing couldn't help but sigh and said with a smile: "Brother, you are so miserable."
The beggars said one after another: "Brother Mo, why do you care about him? He just called us stinky beggars and inferior people! Hmph!"
"This kind of person does not deserve our sympathy at all!"
"Beggars also have the dignity of beggars!"
"That is, if we weren't disabled and couldn't find a job, we wouldn't be beggars. Moreover, the world is so difficult now! I don't know if there is a future for human beings?"
"Why do you say that?" Mo Jing's expression moved slightly when he heard the last sentence.
A beggar said: "Monsters are rampant in this world. They like to eat people, and they especially eat young children. If we hadn't gotten older, I'm afraid we would have been buried in the belly of the monsters. Children are the future of mankind. If there are no children, how can we human beings continue?"
