Picking and choosing along the way, we gradually left the woods.
When we returned to the starting point, there were far fewer corpses along the way, leaving only a group of bald heads.
After leaving the woods, there are buildings in the distance, which should be the place where everyone in Yaochi usually rests, but now they are also in ruins.
There are even more people who have died here.
There were corpses all over the place, and the state of death was extremely miserable.
To put it simply...this kind of bloodshed and massacre has become the current main theme of Yaochi.
Wang Ye suddenly stopped. In front of him, a thin figure was walking through the ruins. His eyes were filled with excitement, and he was rubbing his hands from time to time.
Mao Yongan.
What a coincidence.
I remember when I first entered Yaochi, the big backpack behind Mao Yongan... didn't seem so big.
Wang Ye thought for a moment, with a hint of teasing in his eyes.
How can you sneak attack a mentally strong person?
Soon, Wang Ye took out a blank page among the three pages and kept writing something on it.
Immediately afterwards...
The illusion opened silently.
With Mao Yongan's current mental strength, it may only take a few seconds to detect anomalies, but... it's enough.
After all, the foundation of the illusion created by Wang Ye is still this scene, but he only added a few small abilities.
for example...
He can teleport within ten meters.
The Taoist priest who was approached...
Wang Ye sighed and disappeared in the next second.
Sure enough, in just two seconds, Mao Yongan frowned, looked around warily, and took out his improved hand cannon.
Unfortunately it's too late.
"I really... miss you."
"History is always strikingly similar."
Wang Ye appeared silently behind Mao Yongan, and soon Mao Yongan realized something was wrong. He did not look back, but ran quickly forward, and loaded the cannon shell of the hand cannon. He turned around and jumped back, and the shell was fired. ..
A set of movements flowed smoothly, as if they had been practiced countless times.
Unfortunately...
He was facing Wang Ye.
Natural enemies.
The kind that has been suppressed since childhood.
He didn't even see the figure before Wang Ye, who appeared behind him again, punched him in the back of the head and fainted.
"Today I want to see how many good things you have hidden in this backpack."
Wang Ye was looking forward to it. To be honest, he was curious that this backpack was no longer a day or two.
but...
"My day!"
"Have you just been robbed by someone?"
Wang Ye glanced at the backpack and his face turned dark!
It's all a pile of junk.
It was similar to what I had picked up in the woods before, the kind made in batches.
There are quite a few, even more than myself.
But other than that, nothing more...
Very clean.
However, it is actually understandable. Mao Yongan usually uses supernatural items and never feels bad about it. He usually picks them up while using them...
But recently, his luck has been so bad that he can only get out but not get in.
What little was left was used by him to modify his hand cannon.
This also makes him look...very poor.
Wang Ye scolded and poured the rags into his bag.
One thing to say is that the space of Mao Yongan's backpack is really big. It is almost the same as his own alms bowl. It should be on the same level.
After everything was done, Wang Ye thoughtfully took out a bucket of water and poured it on Mao Yongan's face. Then he slowly backed away, found a corner to hide, and waited quietly.
Under the stimulation of the cold water, Mao Yongan suddenly opened his eyes and jumped up on the ground, holding the cannon high, ready to take action at any time.
Unfortunately, there was no one there.
"Who!"
"Do you have that serious illness?"
"After you knock me out, you won't do any harm or kill anyone. How about fun?"
While talking, Mao Yongan picked up the backpack beside him.
The mental power subconsciously swept across the backpack, and the next second Mao Yongan was petrified on the spot.
It's just like...
The heart is dead.
With that kind of despair, sadness, panic, confusion, and the loneliness in the deepest part of the soul.
"It's better to kill me!"
"Is there any justice?"
"MD, you are robbing all the rags. You are so poor that you are crazy!"
"Is it easy for me to save such a small amount of money?"
As he spoke, Mao Yongan put on his backpack with a look of resentment on his back, and kept mumbling: "Don't let me find you, otherwise I will let you know, the man who poops in the latrine with his face facing out , how ruthless you are!"
"When the time comes, you must put your head into the toilet, fill your butt, and spit it out of your mouth!"
As if he had already imagined this scene in his mind, Mao Yongan's mood quickly became happy again, humming a little tune, like a general returning from victory, striding away with his eyebrows high and proud.
After Mao Yongan left, Wang Ye walked out of the corner with a dark expression.
"My heart is quite dark..."
"It seems that it is necessary to rob you again before leaving Yaochi."
Wang Ye said to himself.
But he also confirmed one thing, this guy probably has nothing to hide.
I originally thought that if Mao Yongan woke up and found that the tatters in his backpack were missing, he might check it subconsciously if he had any personal belongings. Then he would take a surprise shot and give it to this cute little fat man. Here’s a kind reminder.
Looking at it now...
This guy is really poor.
Give it some time to develop, fatten it up and then slaughter it, and the harvest may be bigger.
In this way, Wang Ye quickly made a series of plans in his mind and was very satisfied with them.
After all, the ancestors of the Taoist sect all call themselves little brother, which means that they are of the same generation as him. It is not an advantage to call Mao Yongan grandson.
It is even more important for a grandfather to help his grandson realize the dangers of society.
This has absolutely nothing to do with Mao Yongan cursing and lusting after himself when he left. He has always been famous for his generosity!
In this way, Wang Ye once again explored and explored the vast Yaochi.
The route taken is like a square.
Progress from the outer circle to the inner circle little by little, without missing any detail.
At the same time, those arrogant and proud people were already galloping towards the center.
certainly...
There were also a few people on the road to Yaochi, looking at the miserable scenes in front of them, their expressions became silent, the road was very slow, their hearts were full of waves, their eyes were full of complex colors, and they didn't know they were thinking. What are you wearing?
Some people may gradually sink and forget themselves on the road to becoming stronger.
But some people can be touched in their hearts at certain times and repent.
this...
Perhaps this is one of the reasons why the Lord of Yaochi preserved this scene.
