As an immortal, Wang Yao was only sensitive to spiritual power. As for the power of gods and demons, he didn't really care. However, the manifestation of demonic power was still too obvious.
After all, Wang Yao had previously handled missions involving widowers and widowers. The power and magic of these two individuals, which had a destructive effect on the human world, were similar. Therefore, when he looked at the wisps of black mist in the distance, Wang Yao still felt a sense of familiarity.
It seems that Darkmoon City is still in the hands of the demons, or at least the lesser demons should still be multiplying and breeding around Darkmoon City.
Wang Yao made his judgment and quickly left the cliff edge. He planned to spend a day thoroughly surveying the entire Dark Moon Village. If he found a secret passage down the mountain, then you guys couldn't interfere anymore, and he would naturally make a quick getaway.
It was already past noon. Wang Yao hadn't gone far when he saw villagers picking up stones on the gravel ground, and others working in the fields. He also saw several villagers chopping down trees from somewhere, as if they were making something.
As Wang Yao approached, the working people stared at him curiously, making him feel even more awkward in his white suit. When he returned to the village, he found that the lively scene of chickens and dogs, children calling to each other, was long gone; the village felt empty.
It seems everyone was busy, and even the chickens and dogs had their own jobs to do. In any case, Wang Yao was nowhere to be seen. Sure enough, there wasn't a single idle person in the village.
Suddenly, a shout reached Wang Yao's ears, "Hoo hoo ha hey..." That sounded like boxing. Did a martial arts school open in the village?
Curious, Wang Yao followed the sound and saw a dozen children, ranging from seven or eight to eleven or twelve years old, standing in front of an inconspicuous thatched hut in the village. Led by a middle-aged man, they were practicing a set of boxing techniques in an orderly manner.
Seeing Wang Yao approach, the children were clearly a little distracted, but they still maintained their neat formation and continued practicing.
Wang Yao stopped and watched for a while, and suddenly realized that these divine beings were no different from ordinary people in appearance. He had never understood the difference between divine beings and ordinary people, but after watching the children of the divine race practice martial arts, he discovered the biggest difference between the divine race and ordinary people.
That is, the children of the gods are generally much better than ordinary people. After they finished practicing their fist techniques, the middle-aged man had the children carry stone weights.
The smallest stone locks are the size of millstones, and Wang Yao guessed they weigh at least five or six hundred catties. In the human world, ordinary people would not be able to wield them. However, here, those stone locks are just toys for seven or eight-year-old children, and the stone locks for eleven or twelve-year-old children are estimated to weigh more than a thousand catties.
Are all the gods incredibly strong? Wang Yao recalled the battle scenes of the gods he had witnessed and wondered to himself.
After practicing with the stone weights for a while, the children then practiced swordplay and fought each other. During their fights, all the children were very serious, and none of them were laughing or joking. At this moment, the middle-aged man watched the children fight for a while, then turned around and came to Wang Yao's side.
"Out-of-towner?" the middle-aged man asked inquiringly. Wang Yao smiled and nodded at him.
"I heard at noon that a stranger came to the village. I was thinking of going to see Mr. Zuo after class," the middle-aged man said.
"Mr. Zuo told me to wander around the village and find something to do," Wang Yao said.
“That’s true. Food is scarce in our Darkmoon Village. Everything has to be bought with contributions. If you don’t work, you don’t have any contributions. Everyone doesn’t even have enough to eat, so no one will come to help you.” The middle-aged man nodded and said solemnly.
“I don’t need to eat, I just don’t know how to leave here,” Wang Yao said.
"Leave?...How did you get in?" The middle-aged man looked puzzled.
Wang Yao had no choice but to repeat what he had said to Mr. Zuo to the middle-aged man.
"I see..." The middle-aged man frowned and pondered for a while, then went to the group of children. He called the children to stop fighting and let them play on their own. Then he walked back to Wang Yao's side.
"Wait a moment," the man told Wang Yao, and before Wang Yao could speak, he turned and walked towards the village.
Wang Yao watched the man walk away, wondering what he meant by telling him to wait. The group of children who were free to play suddenly burst into a noisy commotion when the man left.
Some of them ran and chased each other, while others approached Wang Yao, staring at him timidly with curious eyes. One particularly bold child went around behind Wang Yao and tiptoed closer to him, quietly touching his Western-style clothes.
"Tell me, what's your name?" Wang Yao asked, grabbing the child's arm. The children watching the commotion scattered like startled birds. The child struggled frantically, but couldn't break free.
Although these children of the gods were incredibly strong, Wang Yao was, after all, a Foundation Establishment Immortal. He had no problem dealing with a boy of the gods. However, after a brief struggle, Wang Yao could faintly feel cracking sounds coming from his joints.
"Let me go right now!" the child cried, his face flushed.
“Tell me your name, and I’ll let you go,” Wang Yao said to the child with a smile, without bothering to examine the changes within his body.
"I...I'm called Wang Xiaoxiao." The child struggled a few times, but felt that Wang Yao was as unshakeable as if he were made of iron and steel, so she gave up and lowered her head.
“Wang Xiaoxiao…” Wang Yao frowned slightly. His strength seemed to have increased inexplicably, but after all, this was just playing with a child, and it didn’t feel very real. He immediately let go of the child’s arm. “I didn’t expect we would have the same surname.”
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