The gray mist in front of Jiang Yan gradually blurred, and an idyllic farm village appeared in his sight.
Quiet, peaceful, still.
The sound of birds chirping, running water, and the rustling of leaves.
There were many different sounds, gathered together, and gently passed into Jiang Yan's ears.
Although there are many sounds, they are not cluttered. Listening carefully makes people feel peaceful instantly.
"It's time to harvest the grain!"
"It's time to harvest the grain!"
"It's time to harvest the grain!"
Suddenly, a clearer voice penetrated into his heart.
Jiang Yan raised his head and looked ahead. The yellow-orange rice was ripe and heavy, bending the rice stalks.
All this shows that this is a good harvest year.
Jiang Yan's lips couldn't help but bring up a satisfied smile. He remembered that he also had forty acres of land. With these harvests, he would be able to marry Cuihua in the coming year.
Thinking of this, Jiang Yan was suddenly startled.
Cuihua?
Who is this?
Who am I?
Jiang Yan's eyes were filled with confusion.
Zizzi! Zizzi!
Thin sounds spread quietly.
The confusion in Jiang Yan's eyes disappeared, and his eyes became clear again, "I am Jiang Yan, a farmer in Taoyuan Village, Cuihua, is my sweetheart..."
"Go harvest the grain!"
Thinking like this, Jiang Yan followed some kind of memory and came to a large piece of valley.
He bent down and took off the sickle he was carrying, preparing to harvest the rice.
Uh-huh!
Jiang Yan cut it with one stroke, quickly and steadily.
Buzz! As the knife was cut, Jiang Yan felt an inexplicable sense of crisis in his heart. Under the physical stress, the hairs on his neck stood up!
Um? Jiang Yan's expression changed and his movements stopped.
"What a strange illusion?" He shook his head, "Why do I suddenly feel a sense of panic with heart palpitations?"
"Forget it, let's cut the grain first!"
Jiang Yan raised the sickle again, hooked it on the rice straw, and pulled hard.
stretch!
To Jiang Yan's expectation, the rice straw was so tough that he seemed unable to cut it!
"How can it be?"
Jiang Yan frowned slightly, and a twisted sense of confusion arose in his heart. It was strange that the sickle could not cut the straw.
"I still don't believe it."
He raised his scythe again.
laugh! Above the sickle, there is a layer of white air flowing around.
"Hmm...what is this?" Jiang Yan was stunned. He stared blankly at the white airflow above the sickle, his eyes full of contemplation.
He stretched out his finger and touched it lightly.
hiss! A cut was easily made on the fingertip, and at the same time, a faint pain was felt.
Jiang Yan felt that he was familiar with this white airflow, but he just couldn't remember it.
"No matter what, it's important to cut the grain..."
His eyes were determined to cut off the grain no matter what. This seemed to be an obsession in his heart.
Uh-huh! The sickle is like a winter crescent moon, sharp and cold!
With a big harvest, I can marry Cuihua. Thinking of this, Jiang Yan's expression softened and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Boom! Boom!
Before Jiang Yan could cut the rice, suddenly, over this quiet village, a big hand reached out and landed from the clouds, covering everything.
As this big hand appeared, the snow mountains collapsed, the streams rolled back, and raging fires ignited in the wilderness.
This is? Jiang Yan suddenly raised his head and his eyes widened.
Click! Click!
The scenery of the small village is like a large piece of mirror, slowly breaking into pieces.
Jiang Yan's eyes blurred for a moment, then became clear again.
His eyes were gray.
The so-called pastoral village does not exist at all, and Jiang Yan is still living under the attic of Tangxi.
At this moment, his behavior was quite strange.
Jiang Yan looked at his right hand, which held a long sword across his neck.
He could even feel the coldness on the sword's edge through the skin of his neck.
"Cut the millet, cut the millet..."
"Heads are falling..."
Could it be...
Jiang Yan's expression was stern. He suppressed other emotions and boldly made some conjecture.
This weird thing can control the mind, confuse memory, and make people commit suicide.
It's bullshit, it's like cutting off one's own head.
Thinking of this, Jiang Yan suddenly felt a little scared. He had been controlled by something weird just now.
At the same time, he was also a little confused about how he escaped from the mental illusion just now.
Could it be that kind of big hand?
Boom!
Boom!
A loud noise like thunder and earthquakes suddenly came from the southeast, and the fog rolled, sometimes thick and sometimes light.
Has anyone strong taken action?
Jiang Yan understood.
No wonder he could temporarily break free of the weird control.
Jiang Yan cupped his hands toward the southwest to express his gratitude.
Then, he tilted his head slightly, lowered his eyes, and looked at his neck carefully.
Under his careful observation, a white mark caught his eye.
Jiang Yan felt happy.
Fortunately, I have practiced high-level external skills, and I can chop and chop casually without hurting myself.
Fortunately, a strong person took action in time. If he used his inner energy to attack himself, his life or death would really be unpredictable.
By the way, that sound?
Jiang Yan immediately became vigilant. He just listened carefully to the strange sound and fell into confusion.
He looked around and his expression turned cold.
Jiang Yan found that there seemed to be fewer people in their group.
"How many people were killed just now!" he asked directly.
"Hall Master, we just lost twenty people!"
Twenty people?
Jiang Yan's expression was silent. He lowered his eyes and muttered something in a low voice.
After a few breaths, Jiang Yan slowly straightened up and prepared to lead his people to continue escaping.
People cannot be resurrected after death, but those who are alive must always try to live.
"Remember, don't listen carefully to the sound in the fog. The sound should be a weird means, which can confuse the mind. Once you are confused, it will be difficult for gods to save you, and you will basically die!"
Jiang Yan reminded loudly that just now their group was in danger. Twenty-one people, including Jiang Yan, directly drew their weapons and wiped their necks.
The situation is the same as that of the Lishui Gang suicide guy I met just now, which is really confusing and scary.
Among the twenty-one people, except for Jiang Yan who cut his neck without breaking the skin, all the others died.
"Master, are you saying that this strange sound in the fog is a curse?"
In the crowd, a disciple asked loudly.
Jiang Yan shook his head, "I'm not sure if it's a curse, but when I listened carefully to this sound, my spiritual sense was confused, and I had an illusion in my mind. In this illusion, I would cut the grains like an obsession... "
"In the illusion, it's cutting off the grain, in reality, it's cutting off the head!"
Jiang Yan explained it carefully.
Then, he raised his head and looked toward the southeast. It was foggy and he couldn't see anything clearly.
But the roaring sound of battle just now has disappeared.
But the fog is still there.
So, did the strong man also fail and be eaten by the monster?
"Master, what should we do next?" someone asked.
"Keep walking again, this time along the street, and observe carefully. This time we must find out how we walked back!"
Jiang Yan ordered coldly.
Similar to the method of ghost punching the wall, if you carefully explore it, you should be able to find something strange.
The node to break through this small method should be near the peculiarity.
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