Aunt Liu frowned. "Whatever you do, don't let her find out that we are all psammoids. Otherwise, she will be more alert."
"Okay." The old man nodded in agreement, then changed the subject slightly: "However, the inability to replicate the foreign woman must be reported! Because this may disrupt the 'rules' of our mortal world."
Aunt Liu could not deny this and said in a deep voice, "I will go after that foreigner first, you go back and report it."
After she finished speaking, countless grains of sand appeared on her fat body, and then her shape and face changed into another new image.
At this moment, Aunt Liu looked like a beautiful young girl.
From Aunt Liu to Miss Liu.
The old man raised his hand slightly and turned into a middle-aged man. After he looked at her, their eyes met and they understood each other's meaning. He nodded.
"good!"
Upon hearing this, Miss Liu disappeared from the spot and followed Yun Zheng's breath. The middle-aged man who stayed there also quickly walked out of the alley.
…
The other side.
Yun Zheng just sensed the breath of her friends. If she guessed correctly, they should be in Mi City.
However, as soon as she teleported to the source of the breath and looked up, she found that there was no trace of them here at all. However, she keenly discovered a clue.
Yun Zheng's eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly. She noticed the smell of poison powder lingering in the air, and there were traces of attack left on the ground.
This proves that someone is chasing Xing Lan and the others!
It shouldn't have run far!
Yun Zheng's eyes grew colder, and she immediately followed the scent lingering in the air.
At this moment, in a small inn in Micheng, three people broke into a guest room and quickly restrained their breath.
The clothes of the three people were stained with blood and some sticky blood-colored sand. These sands were the bloodstains splashed out when the sand bodies in the mortal world were injured. After a long time, they turned into blood-colored sand and stuck to the clothes.
Inside the guest room, the three people had solemn expressions. The man in purple walked to the window, raised his bony hand, slightly opened a gap on the window, and observed the situation outside.
Sure enough, a group of men in black really appeared outside.
The group of men in black frowned, as if they sensed the presence of Feng Xinglan and the other two, but it seemed as if they didn't, because there was a faint floral scent floating in the air. Today happened to be Micheng's Flower Viewing Festival, and there were flowering trees planted on the streets, by the lake, and in every yard, so there was a rich floral fragrance everywhere.
The men in black looked at each other and decided to go forward and investigate further.
"Walk!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people in black slipped away.
After they left, the young man with a high ponytail in the guest room breathed a sigh of relief. He pulled over a chair at random and sat down.
"These sand bodies are crazy, chasing us relentlessly. If the people in this city weren't ordinary mortals, they would definitely overturn the entire town to find us."
After hearing this, Yan Chen fell into deep thought.
This place is called the mortal world by the sand particles, but it is not really as its name suggests, inhabited entirely by mortals. Instead, a large proportion of "people" are sand particles.
Only a small fraction are truly mortal.
What these mortals don’t know is that they are often dealing with sand particles that possess mysterious powers.
It’s really strange to think about it.
Mu Yin sighed deeply, "Brother Chen, Brother Lan, should we rest for a while or leave this inn and flee immediately?"
Feng Xinglan heard this and looked at Yan Chen silently.
Yan Chen said slowly: "Rest for two hours first."
"Two hours?" Mu Yin thought carefully and decided, "Then I'll go into the dream world first and fight that fake sand body!"
At this point, Mu Yin couldn't help but laugh heartily, "I have to say, fighting that fake sand body will greatly improve my actual combat ability."
Feng Xinglan glanced at him and said slowly, "Since he was beaten so hard, his strength will naturally increase quickly."
Mu Yin: “…”
Yan Chen's eyes deepened slightly. He raised his hand to close the window, then turned and looked at Mu Yin.
He spoke slowly and seriously, "Ayin, you can lose, but you can't keep losing. The stronger you become, the stronger that fake sand body will become, so when you fight, you must always aim to surpass it. Days will pass, and although you will become stronger during this battle, if you can't defeat the fake sand body, you will never be able to escape."
Mu Yin was stunned when he heard this.
After a long moment, he nodded solemnly.
"Brother Shen, I understand."
Feng Xinglan's eyebrows were clear and cold, and he lowered his eyelashes: "We have been trapped in this place for too long. I don't know how Zheng Zheng and the others are doing now."
As soon as these words were spoken, the guest room fell into silence.
Yan Chen was in a complicated mood. Except for Zheng Zheng, everyone else in the Fengyun team was dragged into the mysterious space. He, Lan, and A Yin were grouped together. What about the others?
Zheng Zheng discovered that the seven of them were missing and would definitely keep looking for them.
Mu Yin suddenly asked, "Can we trust what that middle-aged man told us a few days ago? Can he really help us become gods? And help us escape from this mysterious space?"
"It's not credible." Feng Xinglan said in a slightly cold tone.
Helping the three of them become gods just to take away their earth souls doesn't sound reliable.
Yan Chen's expression grew more serious. "The ten-day appointment he gave us is only seven days away. We must hurry and defeat the fake sand body in my dream. That middle-aged man gives me a very dangerous feeling..."
At this point in the conversation, Mu Yin's expression froze, and he felt that he couldn't waste any more time.
He quickly slipped onto the bed in the guest room, closed his eyes, tried to calm his mind as much as possible, and then tried to fall asleep.
Feng Xinglan and Yan Chen looked at each other, and then Yan Chen walked towards the couch.
Yan Chen lay on the couch, closed his eyes, and fell asleep with steady breathing.
Feng Xinglan was guarding them alone. From time to time, he would open the window a little to observe the movements outside.
A moment later, Mu Yin and Yan Chen both entered a dream, saw the sand bodies pretending to be them, and started fighting again.
Feng Xinglan held the sword in both hands, his back slightly leaning against the wall by the window, his handsome face full of calmness.
The whole person's temperament became distant and indifferent.
He leaned there quietly for a long time, his eyes changed slightly, and he looked towards the window with cold eyes.
There's someone outside the window!
He habitually defended and counterattacked, and just as he was about to raise his sword to stab out the window, a sound coming from outside the window made his face change suddenly.
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