Chapter 043 The Traveler

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It's a trick! They added a trick!

Suddenly you understand, it dawns on you! You have seen through this trick!

This is another piece of crap made by some damn sect. These people must have something smeared on their bodies that is difficult to wash off. The flames ignite those things layer by layer, but they don't burn their inner parts, creating a visual spontaneous combustion effect!

That's why they have the concept that they can be burned but no one will die!

How cunning! If you hadn't been so well-informed! They would have succeeded!

It’s really scary that even you were almost fooled. Fortunately, you are an ordinary person with some experience!

Your wisdom is growing! Well done!

Come on! Yu Da Xia! 】

***

The endless rain washed away the charred skin, and those things were washed into the ditch like dirt.

All the villagers were surprised and praised the man's good luck.

All the weirdness is just commonplace in their eyes.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and no one knew where the baby was taken. They became the silent villagers again.

Raindrops fell like bullets, and the roads in the village were unbearably muddy.

At the call of the village chief, the villagers went home with their stomachs full, just like ordinary people who go home to collect clothes when it rains.

The man whose life had just been saved by the fried dough stick and who was burned to death on the spot tried to pull the fried dough stick back to his home.

The fried ghost screamed in his heart, don’t repay kindness with evil!

He and Baitanggao clung to Wang Yu and refused to let go. The villagers were still in awe of Wang Yu and did not dare to make any advances. They took them to an empty house in the rain and left.

Several people finally get along.

Youzhagui and Baitanggao were suddenly in a cold sweat when they thought about what had just happened. They were so careless when they first came here that they didn't notice anything wrong after living with these villagers for a month! These villagers had a lot of problems!

If it weren't for the dark sky and the strong wind and rain, they would have wanted to go down the mountain overnight.

Fortunately, this horrific incident also brought them a little surprise.

When the two young experts in the production department saw Wen Shu being held in the arms of the nun, they instantly showed their surprise of "meeting an old friend in a foreign land".

Wen Shu also greeted excitedly.

The three of them decided to meet in the corner of the room and talk in private. Bai Tanggao secretly set up a small formation in the corner.

Crouching together, Youzhagui spoke first: "Little sister, you can see that my colleague and I are from the same place as you."

Just as Wen Shu was about to speak, Youzhagui immediately raised his hand to stop him.

"Don't tell us your name. We don't do these fake things. You have to remember that your name is very important. Don't tell it to other people who are also time travelers."

Fried Dough warned seriously.

Bai Tanggao echoed: "This guy is right. Don't look at him like this, he is really a good person."

Youzhagui ignored Baitanggao's teasing and continued, "Let me think about how to describe it so that you can understand, because if the name is taken away, the consequences will be serious!"

"Yes! That's quite serious!" Bai Tanggao nodded.

Wen Shu grabbed his schoolbag, pursed his lips and nodded. His heart, which was excited because of meeting a good time traveler, also froze slightly.

"We are here because of an unspeakable existence. That unspeakable existence has been watching us. Once we exchange our names with other travelers, our names and bodies will be taken away by Him."

"We were not careful, and we have suffered. Now only our souls remain."

Youzhagui cut his arm with a scalpel without any hesitation.

Wen Shu was shocked to see that there was no blood oozing out of the long wound. Instead, clear wood texture appeared. It was obvious that the person was not a normal person.

Fried Ghost said calmly: "Well! We are puppets now."

Bai Tang Gao nodded: "That's right, so your Fried Ghost Brother didn't look this handsome at first."

"Shut up!" The veins on the fried ghost's head were bulging.

Wen Shu covered his mouth and thought: "Wait, you have already lost your □□, which can be considered a defeat, then how did your soul use the puppet?"

Hearing this, Youzhagui glanced at Wenshu with praise and pointed at Baitanggao: "Look at him! He got the point right away! What else can you say that he is at the best and wisest age?"

Bai Tanggao curled her lips: "You're off topic too!"

"Oh, oh, sorry." Youzhagui scratched his head awkwardly: "It's because of a big guy. He is the first person to travel to this world. He has been here for many years and has been studying ways to go home."

"You must have come to Nanzhou with so much difficulty because you saw that sentence, right? In every hall of Yuelai Inn, there is that poem with a standard answer."

Youzhagui paused for a moment, his expression filled with nostalgia. Baitanggao was also slightly startled, and the two looked at each other.

They whispered, "Look up at the bright moon."

Wen Shu couldn't help but continue: "He bowed his head and thought about his hometown."

All three of them smiled knowingly.

"Who is that person? You must have the answer in your heart." Youzhagui raised his eyes: "Nanzhou State Master - Shen Cuo!"

“…”

There was silence for a long while.

Bai Tanggao suddenly complained: "The boss seemed to be a programmer before, specializing in bug fixing. He probably got so carried away with bug fixing that he took this pseudonym. It sounds funny."

"...Can you give me some atmosphere?" The corner of Youzhagui's mouth twitched.

"Anyway, he created the Jinyiwei and raised a little emperor who calls him teacher. He is very powerful in Nanzhou! The boss is super powerful. He found a way more than ten years ago, and now his plan to go home is also progressing steadily..."

Youzhagui paused and looked around cautiously. At the other end of the room, Wang Yu was talking about magic tricks with the nun and others. He couldn't hear clearly either. Baitanggao's formation was too well arranged.

Youzhagui squatted back in the corner and whispered, "I'll tell you everything when we get back home. People from our hometown are now officials in the Imperial Guards, with the title of UR, but outsiders call us the Yaozi generation. Anyone who calls us that correctly is usually one of us."

Bai Tanggao continued, "Besides, now everyone is calling each other by code names, so remember to think of one that is cool and bold. This is a rare opportunity to let yourself go!"

Wen Shu couldn't help but smile.

"When you are free, you can take on a mission to help the people of Nanzhou and be a college student village official. Well, you are a high school student, it's okay, you can also come and experience it in advance... Oh no, you can't, your body hasn't been robbed yet, you have to stay safely in the capital, you are still the flower of the motherland."

Bai Tang Gao nodded: "It's very safe in the capital. There is a person in our team who has a super memory and can memorize the books he has read completely. Go play with her and ask her to memorize a few questions for you. Then we can overtake her! This trip will not be in vain!"

"..." Wen Shu's gradually enthusiastic heart suddenly cooled down, and he said sincerely: "Thank you."

"But the talent for time travel is..." She couldn't help but point out the highlight.

"You didn't say?"

"You didn't say?"

The two college students fully demonstrated what the memory form of fish is like.

Bai Tanggao took over the explanation: "It's the superpowers, the special abilities, which are inherent in our souls when we traveled through time. Maybe that's why we were targeted by that person."

"Who is that? You'd better not know too much. Just know that this thing exists. Let's just listen to the boss's instructions. He is a pure and honest person and will not cheat us."

"As for abilities, mine is to set up some magic circles, and Brother Youzhagui is able to fix objects. By the way, this also includes people, otherwise he wouldn't dare to learn surgery from a roasted chicken leg."

Bai Tanggao said with a smile.

Wen Shu swallowed silently. Life in ancient times was hard, and it was even harder with the presence of ghosts and gods. It was hard to eat or sleep well.

I didn't expect the senior's name to be so delicious. It made her a little greedy. How about she choose one from the food? Hehe, the eight major cuisines!

"My ability is the magic brush of Ma Liang!" Wen Shu introduced.

She could trust them. They were willing to repay evil with kindness and save the man who was having difficulty in childbirth. Also, when they saw her for the first time, there was only joy and excitement in their eyes and hearts, without any calculation or lies.

They deserve her trust.

"Fuck! The finishing touch! This ability is so awesome! I'm so jealous!" Youzhagui covered his chest.

Bai Tanggao said in a cold tone: "I am the one who should be jealous!"

"Can I draw anywhere? Can I make anything appear?"

"Well, that won't work. You have to draw it on paper."

"Then I can draw a plane. I've been fed up with this crappy mountain road for a long time!"

"Uh, we can't move without oil."

"ah……"

"Come to think of it, I can give it a try. Drawing an engine magic circle may solve the problem."

"...You actually still have this function?"

"You don't really think I'm useless, do you? I just need someone who can fly a plane or draw a car. There are many people who can drive a car."

"But here, does anyone know how to drive? I should tell you I can't. I get carsick."

"Shut up..."

"You can't do that either, why are you pretending to be so high and mighty?"

"Well, I have twelve years of experience in bumper cars."

"Little sister, you are awesome!"

***

The rain was pouring down, hitting the eaves with a crackling sound.

Sui Niang was sitting at the entrance of the room writing and drawing.

Wen Shu walked out from the inner room. It was very dark and she could vaguely see Sui Niang's movements.

"Did you finish talking?"

Sui Niang turned her head and said with a smile.

Wen Shu nodded and moved closer to Sui Niang. The weather was a bit hot and humid, but the yin energy around the ghost just made up for it.

She tilted her head to look at the book in Sui Niang's hand, and couldn't help but ask curiously: "Can you see it clearly?"

A few clusters of clear, pure white ghost fires floated up from Sui Niang's fingertips, illuminating several grotesque paintings. Something was written in a slightly more formal font beside the paintings. Sui Niang said, "I am a ghost after all. Darkness is not a problem for me. But it is for you. This way you can see clearly."

Wen Shu nodded.

Then I heard the female ghost ask faintly: "How is my painting?"

Wen Shu: “…”

She was just a high school student who loved painting as a hobby. This kind of painting required a high level of appreciation. She tried her best to organize her words and praised Sui Niang with difficulty under her smiling eyes: "The painting itself is very beautiful and expresses the artist's inner emotions in an abstract way."

Sui Niang laughed out loud: "I know my painting is terrible, I brought you along because you paint beautifully, teach me when you have time!"

Wen Shu awkwardly built a Great Wall on his toes.

I hesitated while reviewing the book.

"My two companions went to explore the origin of this village," Sui Niang shook her head, "Curiosity is always so strong, and the desire to protect is always so overflowing."

"Just sleep well and have a good rest. I'll be outside and protect you." Sui Niang took the bell from her waist and raised her eyebrows, looking tough and heroic.

Wen Shu felt an unprecedented sense of security in her, and her wandering heart couldn't help but calm down.

Watching Wen Shu go back, Sui Niang withdrew her gaze. The night wind blew by, and she lowered her eyes and closed the diary in her hand.

The rain shows no sign of stopping.

She raised her eyes and looked at the lines in the distance with a solemn expression. Yin energy continued to float out behind her and seep into the mud.

The surrounding mountains are like a few crooked pillars, blocking the outside world and leaving the mountain village inside.

Although demons and evil cults are rampant in Beizhou, there are actually not many powerful ghosts like the human-skin dragon. Wang Yu once killed two ghosts who had just transformed into ghosts in Beizhou, and they posed no threat to him.

There shouldn't be any problem this time, right?

Memories go back to the past.

The swordsman expressed his own "theory of tricks".

The nun refuted him as usual.

The swordsman didn't take it seriously as usual.

After a few simple jokes, the nun suddenly said, "I know the people who turned Danniao Village into what it is now. I am sure that they are my senior brothers."

The nun turned the Buddhist beads in her hand and said: "When I was young, I followed my master to practice in the mountains here. I had three brothers, Chenghui, Chengjing, and Chengkong. I used to have a good relationship with them."

For the first time, her deep and wise eyes revealed some complexity: "But then something happened. I left the mountain gate and accused them of being a bunch of lunatics. The weirdest thing is that I have forgotten what that thing was. If I never think about it, I will never remember it."

She turned and looked outside the door, where raindrops were hitting the ground.

"I always feel that something big will happen tomorrow."

"I have to go and see."

Her voice fell into the air and disappeared without a trace.

There was a faint ghostly fire burning in Sui Niang's eyes, and her gaze fell on the silent mountain.

***

The people in the village are giving birth.

That first child seemed to be the signal for the beginning of the wave.

Cries of pain rang out amid the heavy rain.

The pure white silver snake illuminated the Danniao village. On the main road of the village, two people wearing straw raincoats were walking on the road.

Walking along the path that was almost flooded by the rain.

Balls of flames rose up in Danniao Village like endless fireworks.

It illuminated the way forward for Wang Yu and Master.

Suddenly, the nun paused.

Danniao Village lies at the foot of the mountain, with plains in several places. Before coming here, I briefly looked down at the layout and structure of Danniao Village from the mountain.

Near the cliff, there is a large, flat house built in a round shape, located in the center of the village.

It's raining too heavily.

However, Wang Yu heard some unusual sounds. Of course, it was not the fireworks set off in the houses, but the sound of footsteps.

He and the nun hid in the shadows.

The villagers, with snow-white skin all over their bodies, hugged their newborn babies in their arms, and ran towards the low house in groups of three or four, holding large umbrellas.

The nun whispered, "Friend Wang, go and take a look. I am not as skilled as you."

Wang Yu nodded: "Take care of yourself."

He ducked his head and swooped down, as swift as a hawk.

Wang Yu stepped on the wall and jumped over the thatched huts, wooden houses, and tiled houses, and came to the circular house. The house was low, about half a person's height, and was built with red bricks mixed with mud. The villagers bent down and followed him into the brick house.

The window was very small and Wang Yu couldn't get in.

What on earth were they doing there with their kids?

Countless sacrificial techniques flashed through the swordsman's mind. If it was a round plate, he could lift up the tile cover on the top and it would look like a food plate.

Wang Yu was guessing wildly as he ran along the edge of the round house and climbed onto the roof in a rather hidden corner.

They pressed the roof very solidly, and from a distance, one could only vaguely see a dome-like roof.

The rain flowed down Wang Yu's neck into his clothes and soaked his whole body. He stepped on the wet boots and pried at the small windows. He changed several windows and used the hilt of his sword to push away the leaves blocking the windows. He finally found an angle from the pile of firewood and could roughly see inside.

The house seemed warm with the dim light of a fire. There seemed to be more than thirty babies inside, and three or four children of six or seven years old were coaxing a crying child.

Apparently they were extremely skilled at this. The adults put the babies down and left, leaving only children and the elderly inside.

It seemed that the rain was just too heavy, so they asked them to find a safer place to shelter from the rain.

Wang Yu guessed.

After all, along the way, those houses were indeed a little dilapidated and could not withstand the beating of wind and rain.

But he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

With this doubt in mind, he returned to the nun, who was stuffing the pink and white pill into the gourd. The cold wind pushed her loose skin even closer to her bones, making her look thinner than before.

After summarizing what she had seen and heard with precise words, the nun's expression changed slightly.

"My bad feeling is getting worse."

The nun quickened her pace and took Wang Yu up the mountain.

The moon was dark and the wind was strong, the branches were swaying, and the overwhelming rain flooded the entire mountain.

The muddy ground was difficult to walk on.

The nun threw away her past caution, and her monk shoes turned muddy and yellow, as if she was walking on flat ground.

The mountain looked very high, and Wang Yu climbed halfway.

Suddenly, a silver light appeared in the sky and a huge thunder roared.

Lightning suddenly illuminates the cramped space.

Wang Yu's pupils shrank.

Standing on this mountain, looking down at the village below, those low houses, those dilapidated thatched houses slowly outline a sleeping bird, with its wings folded forward, lying on the mountain, and that round low house is sitting right in the heart of the bird, like its dantian!