Everyone else was blown away by the strong wind?
No, with the cultivation of Wang Linian, Ji Xingwang and others, they would not be blown away by the wind.
It's more like, connected to myself, everyone is transported to other places.
Li Ang looked around and saw that the mountain path he came from had disappeared, and there were no moon or stars in the sky. The chirping of birds from the depths of the forest seemed to have been reduced in volume and somewhat distorted due to the thick fog.
"Although strange mutations are all kinds of weird, they can be roughly divided into two types. One is completely irregular, comparable to the crazy dream that occurs after eating poisonous mushrooms."
Li Ang said silently: "The second kind is that there are rules to follow, and sometimes they are even more normal. For example, the shadow of the city in the blood river."
From a monk's perspective, the second type of trick is undoubtedly easier to deal with than the previous one.
But it would be even worse if the mutation in this place had some sense of self-awareness and could detect the appearance of the monks and choose to break them up and defeat them one by one.
"I didn't see any communication fireworks launched by others in the sky. Maybe it's because I'm too far away from them, or maybe they're too busy taking care of themselves. No matter which way it is, there's no reason to waste the limited number of fireworks."
Li Ang thought for a moment, climbed up the tree and looked into the distance. The distance was also obscured by thick fog, making it difficult to see clearly.
He had no choice but to fall back to the ground and take out the compass he had prepared in advance from his arms. The needle was spinning in place, unable to point out the direction.
"Tsk, not surprising."
Li Ang put away the compass, randomly picked up a thick long wooden stick that was broken by the wind from the ground, and threw it into the air.
Snapped.
The wooden stick fell to the ground and pointed in a direction.
"Then go this way."
Li Ang picked up the wooden stick, used it as a sword, painted a sword flower, and strode forward, humming a powerful melody in his mouth.
"Arrogance in the face of thousands of waves, blood like the red sun, courage like iron, bones like fine steel, ambitions hundreds of thousands of feet, vision far and wide, hey, ha——"
Humming the melody of the song all the way, the road ahead was gentle and downward. After walking for a while, the trees became sparser and the fog became slightly thinner. The visible range expanded and the sky seemed to light up. The glow was brilliant, just like in the evening.
This is...a village?
Li Ang stood on a stone and looked down. He saw buildings erected on the mountain col in the distance. Most of them were relatively new, including three-sided courtyards and four-sided courtyards. Some of them were high-end houses.
However, there are relatively few low-rise brick houses that are standard in mountain villages, and they are more remote.
"Lu... monk?"
A soft and hesitant voice came from the side. Li Ang turned around and saw a woman wearing a veil walking out of the woods and looking at him hesitantly.
"It's me. Your name is Guan Anyan, right?"
Li Ang recognized the other party. The veiled woman was Ji Xingwang's disciple and Chu Haoman's junior sister. According to what was said at the inn, she had innate divination ability and could predict bad luck.
"Um."
Guan Anyan hesitated for a moment and asked, "Did you sing just now?"
Li Ang nodded and said, "Yes, is there a problem?"
"Well..."
Guan Anyan hesitated and said: "I think the safest way to deal with strange changes is to hide yourself first..."
"Oh, I was thinking that since this place can teleport everyone separately, it might mean that it has some kind of intelligence,"
Li Ang said calmly: "If you sing, you can make the other party want to listen to it.
If you stop suddenly in the middle of singing, you can also seduce the other person into singing along. "
"ah?"
Guan Anyan looked confused, "Yes, is this the case?"
"Yes, I have a friend who is an executioner. Every time he is executed, he has to sing the entire opening song first, otherwise he won't be able to behead him."
Li Ang said casually: "The others seem to have dispersed due to the earthquake and strong wind just now.
Can you divine where they are? "
"Let me try."
Guan Anyan closed her eyes and held her breath for a while. The veil floated slightly, revealing a face with mottled skin, white and gray.
"no."
Guan Anyan opened his eyes, raised his hand to smooth the veil, and said softly: "I can't see their specific location, but they should be in this area. And there seem to be living people in the village."
"Are you alive..."
Li Ang looked down at the village below, and could vaguely see some villagers wearing raincoats, carrying hoes and other farm tools, leaving the farmland and heading to the village built on the mountain.
According to what Yu Shusheng said before, no one has settled in this area of Qishui Au for hundreds of years. If Li Ang and the others hadn't been teleported to other places, then there would definitely be something wrong with these "villagers" at the foot of the mountain.
"I'll go down and check out the situation. You can stay here and wait for the others, or you can follow me."
Li Ang, relying on the lack of spiritual energy fluctuations in Mo Si's clone, waved his hand, stepped off the boulder, and headed down the mountain, while Guan Anyan hesitated for a moment and chose to follow.
"I will meet the villagers later. If they can communicate, I will negotiate - claiming that we are tourists from out of town, coming here to look for our missing friend Chu Haoman."
Li Ang gave Guan Anyan a brief instruction, came to the country road, straightened the scarf under his bamboo hat, raised his hand to stop a villager in coir raincoat, "Hello, father-in-law, my sister and I are here..."
Before Li Ang could finish his words, the coir-coated villager, who looked to be in his fifties or sixties, walked over with a hoe on his shoulder expressionlessly, as if he had not heard Li Ang's words.
"..."
Li Ang raised his eyebrows, followed him reluctantly, and said in a friendly dialect, "Laoxiang, my sister and I are here to find friends, can you help give me directions?"
The coir raincoat villagers passed by indifferently, without even looking at Li Ang.
Deaf? Or not communicating with outsiders?
"Old man,"
Li Ang took out a handful of gold leaves from his arms, unfolded them in a fan shape in his hands, and fanned them in front of the villagers, "Old man, this is money. If you help me show the way, these are all yours."
The coir-coated villager finally turned to look at Li Ang, his eyes were dull and numb, and he said in a low and hoarse voice: "Leave, you are not welcome here."
Finally spoke.
Li Ang's heart moved. He was not afraid of the other party's bad attitude, but was afraid of being unable to communicate at all. He immediately said: "Why don't you welcome us? We are just looking for a friend. When we find someone, we will leave on our own and will not disturb you. ..."
Before he finished speaking, a series of Haotian bells rang in the village.
All the villagers carrying farm tools on the road stopped and looked at the village halfway up the mountain.
The next second, all the villagers started running wildly along the mountain road towards the village, as if if they could not enter the village before the bell stopped ringing, something terrible would happen.
