Feng Xue had originally walked away, not wanting to interrupt their conversation, but when she heard a faint voice drifting down the wind, she stepped closer and asked, "Would it be unpleasant and unsafe to encounter so many changes in a completely unfamiliar place?"
Han Qianling smiled calmly at her: "Miss Fengxue, don't worry. You will be absolutely safe in the holy land with me by your side."
"I used to know everything here, at least fifteen years ago."
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The night of the holy land soon arrived. The chaos here seemed to affect the interval between day and night. At least it got dark faster than Luo Jiujiang expected, and much faster.
When it was just getting dark, Luo Jiujiang was still unsure whether it was cloudy or night was approaching. He looked up at the position of the sun and found it hard to believe that the day would end so quickly.
It’s not because of the illusion that “happy times are especially short”, the night really comes too quickly.
"This is also part of the chaos." Han Qianling stood by Luo Jiujiang the entire time. Seeing the change in his eyes as he looked at the setting sun, he spoke naturally, "It gets dark early today, and the day will be especially long tomorrow. About three months from now, this place will have six months of darkness, followed by six months of daylight."
Luo Jiujiang was surprised: "This place is more capricious than I expected."
Feng Xue blinked woodenly, feeling that after her biological genetic knowledge was shattered by the world of immortal cultivation, her geographical common sense was also in jeopardy - in the place where she used to live, this phenomenon should be called polar night and polar day, and it should not appear in the tropical rain forest!
She swallowed, trying to find a more tactful way to put it. "Do you have polar bears or penguins in your area? Or maybe a husky that can pull a sled."
“…”
Feng Xue's three views are destined to be baptized again by the cruel reality.
Since night was approaching, Han Qianling ordered everyone not to move forward and to prepare to set up camp here.
The cultivators who could enter the Holy Land had at least reached the Foundation Establishment stage. Not only had they successfully achieved fasting, but they also required almost no sleep. Han Qianling's order wasn't entirely logical, but he had already subdued the Vermillion Bird messengers one by one, and the teammates Luo Jiujiang had brought with him were all peaceful. So, despite their skepticism, they carried it out flawlessly.
When it was completely dark, they had to sigh at the wisdom of their previous obedience.
As the sky gradually darkened, many black shadows that had never appeared in the daytime gradually emerged in the forest. Judging from the way these black shadows gathered together to surround a Zhu Huai, and then dispersed half a moment later, leaving only a pile of white bones in their place, these black shadows were definitely not good people.
Although Han Qianling had already drawn a large circle around the camp beforehand and used an unknown liquid powder to draw traces of the circle, everyone was still frightened when they saw this scene - there was no other reason, the number of these black shadows was simply too many.
Feng Xue's behavior was completely different from that during the day. She curled up into a ball, wanting to tuck herself into Xiao Ren's arms. Her teeth chattered, "Palace Master Han, those people outside... aren't, aren't they ghosts?"
God knows, she is no longer afraid of fighting, bleeding, or even eating raw fish, but she still has a weakness that she has been unable to get rid of since her previous life: she is afraid of ghosts.
Han Qianling looked at her regretfully and managed to find a more acceptable word: "Ghost."
Feng Xue cried out sadly, obviously not comforted by this kind of care.
"My politics... Marxist atheism..." she cried.
Luo Jiujiang lay on the edge of the barrier and stared at the black shadows. Some of them had one leg, some had nine heads, and were extremely tall, far beyond the reach of humans. Obviously, even if they were ghosts, they must be the wandering souls of those strange beasts.
"In the Three Thousand Worlds, I have never heard of these things." Luo Jiujiang said: "Master has never told me about them either."
"There aren't any outside. These ghosts are considered a local specialty." Han Qianling walked up behind him, his tone surprisingly light-hearted and humorous. "When the Dragon God died, the dragon ball and the remaining soul turned into the underworld to guide the dead. So, what exists in the human world are just ghost legends, and basically no one has ever seen them. However, the holy land is still in chaos, and there is no access to the underworld."
Luo Jiujiang nodded. He wasn't afraid of these wandering spirits. He pointed at the dark shadow and asked Qianling to explain it to him: "What is this? I haven't seen it during the day."
"It has a goat's body, a human face, eyes under its armpits, tiger teeth and human claws. It's a roe owl."
“The one with the horns?”
"It looks like an eagle with horns and sounds like a baby. It is the Gu Diao."
"The one with lots of tails?"
"It's too dark, you're seeing things wrong. That's not a tail, it's a head—a nine-headed god with a human face and a bird body, called Ju Yue Jiu Feng."
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At the same time, a similar conversation was taking place between Xiao Ren and Feng Xue.
"Don't be afraid, sister. I'm here. They can't get in." Xiao Ren comforted her clumsily, "And it's not scary. Look at that black shadow with hair on its face. It seems whiter than the other shadows..."
Feng Xue buried her head in her arms and screamed, "Ahhhhhhhh Sadako!"
Xiao Ren frowned and said with great effort: "And that crying child, he's shorter than the other shadows..."
Feng Xue's voice had changed, and she burst into tears as she said, "Ahhh Huazi!!"
"..." Xiao Ren made a final attempt with difficulty: "Don't be afraid, sister! This one has so many heads, it looks like they have been squeezed together and reassembled..."
Feng Xue was already in despair. Her emotions collapsed, her mind was shattered, and her voice was so shrill that it almost reached the sky: "Fuck fuck fuck fuck Kayako!!!"
Xiao Ren: “…”
Luo Jiujiang: “…”
Han Qianling: "..."
Luo Jiujiang moved himself towards Qianling again: "Why do I feel that what Sister Xue Xiaoren said is the same strange beast that I just asked you about."
Han Qianling sighed: "You are not wrong, it is indeed the same."
Although they were described by Xiao Ren and then redefined by Feng Xue, they sounded like they had become a species of another genre...
The author has something to say: For every MMP in the world, there is one more Sister Xue who gets hurt.
There is no harm without trade. Sister Xue strongly recommends that everyone stop using mmp.
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Thanks to Mobeijun for the rocket launcher x2
Thanks to Tanxia for the mine x2
Thanks for scaring me with the monotonically increasing mines x2
Thanks to Yi Baisi for the mine x1
Thanks to Beauty Control 14 for the mine x1
Thanks to Tubai for the mine x1
Thanks to Shili Sanqing for the mine x1
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