Passing through the peach forest and entering the village, along the way, there was not a single human figure, no plants other than peach trees, and no living animals. The village was eerily quiet...

Jimo Ya frowned: "Something's wrong! Those peach trees just now..."

Ye Molan nodded: "I feel it! Those peach trees should have eaten up all the other plants, so there are only peach trees left in this village!"

Wu Gong said: "Since they (peach trees) are standing still, we will wait and see what happens!"

Jimo Ya: "In other words, besides the mutated peach trees, there should be other things in this village? Are they taboo to the mutated peach trees? So the mutated peach trees deliberately stood still and let us enter the village?"

Ye Molan: "Well! Those peach tree monsters just want to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight! They just want to reap the benefits!"

Therefore, several people were sure that there must be a demon in the village!

The objects in the painting cannot speak and communicate with each other using spiritual consciousness, which is faster than language. The objects in the 200 ink line paintings work in perfect harmony.

The fields are bare, and there is nothing but soil in the crop fields. Some of the houses seem to have suffered heavy blows and have collapsed and been damaged. Although some houses are still standing, stains of blood can be seen...

The wind was blowing loudly, and the temperature in the village seemed to be colder than outside the village.

Wu Gong frowned and said, "Is it possible that all the villagers in this village were killed?"

Jimo Ya said: "The disaster came too suddenly, and the villagers were reluctant to leave their hometown. By the time they finally wanted to escape, it was already too late!"

Ye Molan knew that most people were like this. They couldn't leave their homes and would rather die in their own homes.

After that, Ye Molan, Jimoya, a Taoist servant, Wu Gong, and a secret guard collected millet, flour, dry food and other materials from the grain storage depots of every household in this uninhabited village. They were all stored grains before the plants mutated.

, is not infected and is safe to eat.

More than 100 ink lines were used to draw the objects being transported.

Wu Gong asked curiously: "We have collected all the supplies and food! But? Why hasn't the monster in this village appeared yet?"

Ye Molan rolled her eyes and said, "Are you still worried that the monster won't come out?"

Wu Gong chuckled and said: "Don't I want that thing to appear earlier and be solved earlier? Does it always hide from us? Our nerves are always tense..."

Ye Molan thought for a while: "Yes!"

Then, this girl started shouting at the top of her lungs: "Big ghost, little ghost, coward! No matter what kind of ghost you are? Come out and meet as soon as possible! Don't hide, be sneaky, and don't do any sneak attacks! You have to be honest even if you are a ghost.

There is a future, isn’t it?”

sweat!

Jimo Ya couldn't help but said to Ye Mo Lan: "Mo Lan, you'd better stop yelling, the ghosts are so scared by you that they don't dare to show their faces!"

Several other people couldn't help but burst out laughing...

Who knows?

Walking in the village for a long time...

Jimo Ya frowned: "No! Did we encounter a ghost hitting the wall?"

Wu Gong nodded: "I feel something is wrong too!"

Ye Molan raised her eyebrows: "In other words, the evildoer has already taken action against us?"

Jimo Ya said: "Ghost hitting the wall is an old trick often used by ghosts! But... I didn't expect that this thing could actually use this ghost hitting the wall to tease us for so long..."
Chapter completed!