What's going on now?

Bai Su stood there and thought.

The noise from the red-roofed house in the distance is so loud that as long as you are not deaf and are within the confines of this village, you can hear it.

But what is strange is that no villagers came around or rushed in that direction.

The only people Bai Su could see were some elderly people with limited mobility. They opened the doors and windows where they lived and took a look, with worried expressions on their faces.

So, what about the other people in the village?

Realizing that something unexpected seemed to have happened elsewhere, Bai Su still held the sleeping human boy with one hand, blinked his eyes, and then closed one of his eyes.

Half of the field of vision dimmed, then lit up again.

In the village, among the grass, on the treetops...any place where Baisu has dropped a wisp of white catkins can be observed.

He saw it... He saw it——

As they moved forward, He Cairong forgot to shout in a low voice: "I'll protect Tang Nuo from you. His boss will think that if he takes action now, you will give him points!"

I guess - yes it can.

Xia Chengyin approached Wen Rongxuan with the object wrapped in cloth, staring at the curved edges.

What the short-haired police officer was thinking outside his head was completely related to what he was doing outside his hands.

Yesterday, when I was walking around with humans for many years, I never passed by that distance. It was just that I was too close to the red roof, which caused my viewing angle to be extremely high at that time.

What should I say at that time?

"Tang Nuo... Tang Nuo..."

Wen Rongxuan was dazed from beginning to end. From the moment you saw the white sludge emerging, you felt nauseated, as if nothing outside your body was interacting with it and responding.

Do you want me to punch a hole under the wall and rush out, or jump out directly from the roof? Which route should I take by climbing over the roof? Anyway, Wen Rongxuan has been captured, and the bad image will be no different if he is chased by the villagers.

Go.

My hand clamped on Wen Rongxuan's arm, and my other hand reached in and out of the pocket to put on the glove, and then punched without mercy.

There were a few villagers left next to the altar. At most, after the normal incident, we just sat here and chatted in twos and eights until rustling noises came from the surrounding woods.

Among the villagers, a white-haired young man stood here leisurely. I saw people looking at me and waving.

Wenjiacun only heard a shout from Baisu, a shout that made me heart-warming, and...a muffled hum with a heavy and soft tone.

A large item was wrapped in torn cloth. It was difficult to see what it was through the light-transmitting cloth. Only the convex curvature could be seen.

During the day, the villagers' combat effectiveness is much higher. We who can only wield farm tools seem to have less strength than ourselves in the evening.

It is a strange scene, but as long as you think that the person behind the white mud is He Cairong, a native of Wen Jianyuan, it seems to be acceptable.

There is a reason why the villagers did not rush to the red-roofed house, because they were caught up in the matter.

The young man and Bai Su, who held several packets of paper dust in his hands, looked at each other. Just when the former was on guard against the white sludge coming towards him again, a sudden change occurred.

Climb down the courtyard wall of a certain house, then stretch your body and jump under the tiles of the roof.

How do you evaluate Wenjiacun’s driving skills? It feels like flying. If you give people who have taken my car a chance, they will take it for the seventh time. No one even said that if you are in a hurry, Wenjiacun will definitely let Wenjiacun touch the steering wheel——

Ahem, that’s too far off topic.

So He Cairong also looked back.

The short-haired police officer immediately ducked upwards, dragging his bespectacled companion to bend over, and lifted up the nearest table with his remaining hand.

The first one to move was Wenjiacun. I quickly rushed towards Wen Rongxuan. The one who was a step ahead of me was He Cai. The young man wearing glasses took something out of his sleeve and threw it into the air.

...Yes, it could be worse.

The eyeball flowers fluttering in the air are drifting leisurely, being blown up and down by gusts of wind, witnessing the villagers' interactions with the white mud.

The word "you" is vivid to the observer.

Human perseverance can eventually resist this call from the body.

Mo'er's shape, Mo'er's attack.

It's... so dirty.

I would like to ask, what is the most important thing in Wenjia Village at this stage? Answer, it must be the sacrifice that will be held in the past two days.

Xia Chengyin didn't even glance at He Cairong who rushed back, but turned to look at where Bai Su was.

I rushed to the hole in the roof and looked down.

The minute hand only moved half a circle, but the development of things was completely out of control.

I just know that the method of "fighting fire with fire" can be effective.

"The key person for the sacrifice."

The fist seemed to be stuck in a swamp, and half of Wenjiacun's arm was stuck in it.

In fact, it was also time for my persistence to materialize, and the white mud that I threw out one after another jumped up.

What you see is white mud stained with beige dust. This lump is lying heavy on the ground.

It's true, because the other side of the confrontation has absolutely no intention of putting people to death. It's like a cat teasing a mouse, constantly teasing the villagers.

Oh, I was left in the corner.

The roof was penetrated, and light fell from below.

The young man's right thigh is naturally bent, as if the internal and external bones have been broken, bent, or twisted by its owner, so that when walking, his legs can only be supported by the silt accumulated here.<

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"He thought..." A clear voice sounded in the distance, "Will you make any changes before your next victory?"

Just as he was thinking about it, Wenjiacun suddenly felt his shoulder being tapped twice. He turned around and saw He Cai standing next to me with a dull face, pointing his fingers backward twice.

The first person to move was a middle-aged woman. I found myself rushing to get to Wenjia Village, so I grabbed the village doctor who was closer to me.

Wenjia Village believes that there are few people in that village and they don’t have any talent for magic, and those who haven’t yet come are good.

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Xia Chengyin's speed is very slow, slower than human imagination.

In fact, all I see now is the scene of the villagers confronting the white mud.

That realization gave Wenjiacun a headache.

He Cairong, who was standing behind me, poked her head out from in front of the broken table and punched a white light in her hand.

It should be the crook of the arm... I didn't mention it, but that position is really pleasurable, you feel like you are going to vomit!

"Hi." The white-haired young man said solemnly, "You guys are over there."

Qi Zhuyue is really, really bad at splitting up a woman.

In the middle is a wooden platform with a familiar shape, surrounded by several pillars. Considering that the environment in the underground garage of the shopping mall was dark and it was difficult to see clearly, let’s assume that the positions of these pillars are exactly the same.

……

Tang Nuo... why is it He Cai? Is it a pendant——

He saw the hustle and bustle in the mountains and forests.

Wenjiacun immediately wanted to stop me. Just as I was waiting for me to climb off the roof, Xia Chengyin, who was standing low, flipped his wrist and tapped his pale fingers on both sides. The white mud behind my face gathered like needles.

However, the young man who stands on the opposite side of the village still has no feelings for the village. He is willing to be a killer and even wants to save the entire village.

So if I ask He Cairong to evaluate what I have experienced in just half an hour, I can only give one evaluation - ups and downs.

What's coming out of the forest? It's a pile of white mud.

Stop fighting. If you want to fight, go to the dance studio.

Wen Jianyuan's normality and daily life were intertwined and twisted under that extraordinary middle-aged woman, but Qi Zhuyue herself was not aware of it.

In the blink of an eye, I reached Wen Rongxuan's side and held Wen Rongxuan's wrist.

Accompanied by the sound of the table board being penetrated, fewer white lights penetrated into the ground. They crawled out of the holes, gathered in a group and jumped up——

The young man determined the target and ended the action. While controlling the white sludge, he pushed the short-haired police officer away. Other sludge seemed to sense something and spontaneously rose from the ground, opening a thin layer of omentum and covering it.

The stick that is about to be swung at the young man is not... not a bit astringent.

After that, we were still thinking about how to keep "Tang Nuo" from "Tang Nuo"'s uncle, and now we have entered the route of how to rescue the kidnapped teammates.

The young man who was collecting the white mud had not yet left. I had the light on my back and my face was covered with shadows. When someone looked at me, I mouthed two words - Goodbye.

Are you... Tang Nuo? It's Gao, you are Wen Rongxuan.

I opened my eyes drowsily, and the back of my eyes was completely white.

The eyeballs floated for a while and finally were blown by the wind and fell to the ground. Wen Tao also cared about it. When one part of the field of vision was dark, he looked at another place. After switching a few times, I moved around the house with a red roof.

I've seen it in Wenjia Village, and I've met it before, outside the courtyard of Tangnuo's family.

That's what all the cases of sevenfold incarnations have not done.
To be continued...