Generally speaking, this part is used by the author to highlight the protagonist's aura. The protagonist will definitely escape successfully in the end and gain certain benefits. These benefits include but are not limited to the activation of certain abilities or the acquisition of some kind of treasure. This is a classic tactic in male-oriented literature.
So compared to Mr. Cen, Fan Zhiyi is more worried about the other four at this time. Among the other four, the one he is most worried about is Bing Nandong. This guy has poor eyesight and he doesn't know how much of his cultivation he can use. And the most worried one is Fan Zhiyi himself. This is the first time he has encountered such a situation. He is still a rookie who has never practiced it. Please let him go!
Fan Zhiyi quietly retreated to the outside of the village, praying that leaving the village would allow him to leave this space and see Bing Nandong. After all, Bing Nandong's condition was unknown and he had not moved yet. Moreover, Fan Zhiyi would feel more at ease if he had someone with him.
In the end, nothing happened. Does that mean that we are in a normal world?
Just as Fan Zhiyi was actively trying to put his situation on the bright side, a hand was placed on his shoulder. It was very cold, and the chill almost penetrated his clothes and reached Fan Zhiyi. "Dear guest, please go to the village. We have arranged a place to stay and food."
Fan Zhiyi froze. After the man finished speaking, he put his hands behind his back and walked forward. Seeing that Fan Zhiyi hadn't caught up, he turned and gave him a kind smile. He looked to be in his fifties, perhaps even older, but because he looked so strong and energetic, he didn't look old.
"Dear guest, please hurry up, it's getting dark."
How is it possible? It was only around noon when we arrived... Fan Zhiyi looked up and saw that the light in the sky had been wiped out at some point, leaving only a trace of light that was about to overlap with the darkness and was struggling to survive. There were some red marks mixed in the dark clouds, as if stained with blood, which made people feel uneasy.
Fan Zhiyi discovered that he might be the one who had the bad luck to be sent to another dimension.
Of course, Fan Zhiyi didn't want to know what exactly was in this alternate dimension. However, thinking that he had such a powerful cultivation base, he felt somewhat comforted. At least, no matter what happened, he should be able to handle it.
Fan Zhiyi quickened his pace and followed. As soon as he stepped into the village, the place that seemed like death was suddenly filled with human voices. There were people returning with hoes, women coaxing babies in their arms, and groups of children playing games. When they saw the old man who led Fan Zhiyi, they would smile and call him "village chief."
The village chief patted the head of a neighboring child and said, "Go home quickly! It's going to rain soon."
"Grandpa Village Chief, who is this brother?"
Everyone's eyes were glued to Fan Zhiyi the moment he came in. Even though they were greeting the village chief, their dark pupils were always looking at Fan Zhiyi.
Fan Zhiyi swallowed his saliva and felt that these people's gazes were particularly...hungry?
"This is our village's distinguished guest, here to help our Immortal!"
"How do you know..." Before Fan Zhiyi could finish his words, the village chief smiled at him, a strange smile with the same arc as the surrounding villagers. "Because in our small village, the reason why a banished immortal like the immortal would set foot in it must be because of those missing villagers. Many immortals have come to investigate. You can meet and communicate with them later."
Fan Zhiyi listened, feeling a deep sense of unease. "Are you saying that those monks who disappeared while on missions before are also here?"
"Missing? Not missing?" the village chief chuckled. "Because our village is blessed by the Fusang God, the weather is good, and everyone lives in peace and contentment. Everyone lives happily here, so even the immortals finally decided to stay. Dear guest, what do you think of our village?"
Facing so many eyes, Fan Zhiyi had a premonition that if he said something bad, these people would probably pounce on him and tear him apart, so he forced a smile: "Very good, very good, everything is fine."
The village chief started walking around with Fan Zhiyi again: "Everyone, don't be so enthusiastic. Don't scare the distinguished guest."
As soon as the village chief finished speaking, everyone withdrew their gaze and continued what they were doing. Those who needed to walk walked, those who needed to coax the children did so, and those who needed to play continued to play.
It seems that the village chief is particularly prestigious among these people.
Fan Zhiyi asked, "Didn't the village chief's wife say that you, the village chief, were going to serve the Fusang God?"
"Oh, honored guest, you have seen my old lady. She is old and has a poor memory. I often offer food to the Fusang God and pray that she should start early. That way, under the Fusang God's blessing, she will be as strong and healthy as me at her age. But my old lady was stubborn and refused to believe in the Fusang God at first. She deserved this."
Fan Zhiyi thought about it and realized that he couldn't see any sign from the village head's wife that she didn't believe in the Fusang God. After all, among all the people present at the time, she was the one who kept nagging that not believing in God would bring bad luck and disaster.
However, Fan Zhiyi did not intend to ask where the village chief's wife was. He vaguely felt that asking like this was meaningless and would only cause trouble for himself. It would be better for him to ask about the mission. Maybe he could find some clues for his apprentice and give him some advice when his apprentice was stuck in a maze, thus improving his image as a master in his apprentice's mind.
For the protagonist, Lala's favorability is always correct.
"So where are those monks now? Could you please take me there to find them, village chief?"
Upon hearing this, the village chief laughed and said, "They will come looking for you, dear guest. Don't worry. Do you want to know why those villagers disappeared? I'll take you to see where they disappeared."
Fan Zhiyi didn't say anything. No matter what request he made, it would be rejected anyway. The village chief had his own ideas, so he might as well follow him and take a look.
Then the village chief took him around the entire village, telling him about the missing villagers. Some of them disappeared in their rooms for no reason, and some disappeared by the river... Fan Zhiyi felt that this might be related to the so-called Fusang God. Could it be that the wood turned into spirits and ate these people?
But what was strange was that the families of these missing people all had smiles on their faces, without any expression of sadness. Even when the village chief asked them about the specific circumstances of their disappearance, these people spoke to the village chief with a smile, speaking extremely fluently, as if they had already told the same thing to countless people.
But no matter what, these people’s last words must be “Thank Fusang God”. Fan Zhiyi doesn’t know what there is to be thankful for.
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