After about half an hour of touching, Chen Jiayan's voice sounded from behind: "I'm here!"
I quickly waved to her and whispered, "Where's the swallow?"
"Wow!"
The treetops swayed slightly, and the swallow landed lightly on the ground: "She walks, I walk on the tree, safe."
Okay, everyone is here!
Turning around, I took everything apart and everyone did their job.
Xiaobai and Chen Jiayan stayed on the mountain to make a device that could lift people up. Then I roughly drew a sketch on the ground and outlined the idea.
Based on the location provided by Xiaobai, Yanzi sneaked into the village chief's house and stole all these people's magical weapons.
And now I rely on my current outfit to walk around the market.
Everything we are doing now is actually weaving a web. It depends on how Chen Changming, the bug, bumps up!
Yanzi and I went down the mountain one after another. She flashed in the woods for a few times and was no longer seen.
Navel Village is not a big place and has a large resident population. Everyone knows each other.
I'm going to explore the situation first to avoid any unforeseen consequences.
The lively market place before had disappeared and turned into desolation.
The egg shells left behind from the last fight were already covered with a layer of dust. Apparently, no one had been there for a long time.
With my back bent and my hands behind my back, I walked along the snail shell-like road from the beginning to the end of the village.
I saw no more than five people on the road.
I wanted to talk to the villagers, but they were too fast and didn't give me a chance.
This hood is made of pigskin and is completely airtight. It will be extremely stuffy in the hot summer.
I thought I would take it off to cool down while no one was around.
As soon as I raised my hand, an old man wearing an undershirt and carrying a hoe suddenly walked up not far away.
Maybe I had a guilty conscience, but I always felt that this old man was coming after me.
Sure enough, the old man and I were standing under the same poplar tree, fanning ourselves with a straw hat.
He tilted his head, showed a silly smile, and then handed me a cigarette: "Aren't you working in the field?"
I hesitated for a moment, then took the cigarette but didn't light it.
"I have a back problem, please take a rest."
Judging from what he meant, he didn't seem to notice my strange face?
I sat heavily under the tree and asked casually, "Is it the time again?"
The old farmer smiled sideways: "No."
"Thanks to Mr. Chen, last year's grain was sold at a high price, and this year's seedlings are growing well too!"
He tilted his head and smiled at me again: "I wish they would come earlier."
I sighed silently, turned around and asked, "Huh? Why are you still working if you don't go out today?"
The old farmer grinned, showing his yellow teeth: "They are going to throw something away and not put it on the table. I'm going to prepare something!"
Sure enough, after such a probe, a lot of information was found!
I squeezed my throat and let out a few silly laughs: "Those things are pretty good, why aren't they on the market?"
Actually, I don't know what 'those things' are.
However, such vague words often work wonders.
"It's just some chicken, duck, and fish meat. If there's anything rare about it, you can wait and see in the evening!"
Are you preparing a sacrifice?
Then, the old farmer praised Chen Changming as if he were counting his treasures.
I really couldn't listen anymore, so I found an excuse to leave first.
However, these words also prove that Chen Changming's influence here is indeed not small.
If I fail to succeed tonight, it will be equivalent to stealing the chicken but losing the rice.
I walked around the village several times and found nothing unusual except that there were fewer people.
As evening approached, I hurried back to the mountains.
The swallow had been waiting at the top of the mountain for a long time. I rushed up to meet him and whispered: "Did you get the thing?"
"this."
Yanzi dug a hole in the ground in twos and twos: "I dug through 49 bags in total. The magic weapons you mentioned are all here."
"Very good!"
I couldn't help but raise my thumb, and then immediately squatted down and turned the backpack upside down.
Most of the backpacks are made of copper instruments, ranging from vajra to demon-conquering bells, and there are countless talisman papers filled with various colors.
You can also see a few silver bowls and chopsticks, but it’s unclear what they were made of.
And buried among all the magical instruments, a whisk attracted my attention.
