"Then, Andoma..." Obviously, it is difficult to correctly pronounce the Salatian name of Angma based on the pronunciation habits of the panda people. "Why did you come to Jinxiu Valley? You know, outsiders don't often appear here. At most, they are just monkeys and Jinyumen who come from afar... There may be a few more aggressive bison people than other similar... I haven't even seen an outsider like you before, right..."

Old Li pulled the old yak under his crotch and approached some, pointed to the land spirit beside him, and began to introduce: "That one over there is an old yak boot. The one riding the same yak with you is his son yak felt, and the one behind him is his nephew... They also helped a lot. If it weren't for their yak, it would be very difficult to send you to Canyang Pass."

Angma looked in the direction Lao Li pointed and looked over. The old landlord with a white beard raised the cigarette pole in his hand as a sign.

He nodded again and said softly: "I just want to come here to find the answer to my heart. I have heard that the races living in this land have already learned how to drive away the demons and clear the mind in the long years of being with evil demons. That is exactly what I need."

"You know us very well," Old Li smiled and glanced at the old yak boots on the right side of Angma. "Fortunately you are not like those night elves. The old yak boots said that those night elves only treat us as barbarians..."

"So you came so far from home?" Old Li shrugged his shoulders, noticed that Angma was silent, and added, "I have no other meaning. We can all see that you are not an ordinary person. You don't know how miserable you look after being hit by lightning. Every piece of skin on your body is, but you just apply a little ointment and you will be completely recovered. I'm afraid even those monks can't do this..."

Perhaps it was the night with the moon and starry sky that deepened the sorrow in my heart, or it was the physical condition that was powerless and could not even be used to release mental power, Angma thought of the ordinary life before the beginning of her life, and couldn't help but sigh and said:

"No, this is just a stop on my journey. I haven't been home for more than 20 years."

Lao Li's expression was surprised.

Although the living environment of the panda people at this time was not as closed as Pandalia, who had spent 10,000 years in the fog in later generations, the peaceful and prosperous life also made most of them extremely home-loving. He could not imagine what it would be like to be away from home for more than 20 years.

Old Li opened his mouth, looking like he wanted to speak but didn't know how to speak.

"Okay, it seems you're a story too."

No one continued this heavy topic.

"Bit..."

From time to time, two sounds of smoking poles came from the ears. The yak's pace was slow and steady, and the wooden boards were shaking rhythmically.

Accompanied by the pleasant fragrance of tobacco, the sound of insects roaring one after another, Angma felt sleepy. In a daze, he noticed that the wooden board had sank slightly. The young landlord who was feeding him food and water seemed to have climbed up and deliberately tidied up his quilt.

After a while, a snoring sound came from his feet.

The moonlight illuminated the road ahead. Under the gaze of the stars, this ordinary but extraordinary land spirit caravan gradually headed to Canyang Pass where the black-clothed guards in the shadow gate were stationed.

"Sleep for a while, nephew." The old yak boots glanced at his son who was sleeping soundly at Angma's feet, and said to his nephew who was riding on the same yak.

The nephew nodded and crawled back to the "superstructure" fixed on the back of the yak - for ordinary humanoid races, it was just a small shed for cargo, and for the landlords who had been trading for many years, it was the most important resting place on their journey.

Seeing that my nephew was going to sleep, the old yak felt held the cigarette rod under his armpit, grabbed the reins of the yak in Angma, put them on his saddle, and then stretched out a hand to Lao Li, "You should sleep for a while, I will call you when I arrive at Canyang Pass."

"I'm not sleepy yet." Even though that was said, the sleepy old Li yawned involuntarily, and finally compromised in the eyes of the old yak boots. "Okay, then I'll take a short snatch for a while. I'll lead the team for you later."

"You will take us into the ditch." Old Yak Boots joked.

Old Li lowered his voice and chuckled twice, handed over the reins, but his movement suddenly stopped halfway, looking behind the old yak boots and wondered: "What is that?"

The old yak boots turned around and didn't use Lao Li to point them to find the abnormality. The air in Jinxiu Valley is very clear, and the eyesight of the land spirits and pandas are relatively good, so it is easy to see the little fire in the night on the road ahead.

"It seems like a torch, someone is there?" Old Li said deliberately lowering his voice, gently untied the land spirit stick on the saddle and held it in his hand to boost his courage. His words and actions all exuded a deep sense of uneasiness, and what he saw along the way, coupled with the rumors about the mantids that have caused a lot of controversy, have cast an unknown color on the journey of the night.

But funny thing is that the length of the landlord's cane is not as good as the fried spoon he used to cook.

"Don't be nervous, it may be the night patrol team of the Black Guard." The old yak boots' expression also became serious, but he still comforted him.

"That's right..." Old Li breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and put down the landmonger's cane in his hand with a little embarrassed look. "Or... we'd better speed up, right? After dark, I always feel so scared."

The old yak felt nodded, without saying a single word, but just shook the reins quickly. Under his leadership, the caravan was much faster.

"I hope I can catch up with them and with them, the night road will be much safer."

After being frightened, Old Li was completely sleepy. Instead of putting his palm back in his original place, he kept fumbled in the saddle backpack. After a while, he took out a kitchen knife. In order to act in the whole set, he tricked Aunt San to go to the wedding banquet in the next village, and the kitchenware he brought from home - looking at the blade that had been carefully polished by himself not long ago, he breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had found a support, and became bolder. He had a land spirit stick in his arms, holding a kitchen knife in one hand and holding a reins in the other, constantly looking around.

The caravan continued to move forward.

In the quiet night, only insects are chirping, the sound of the old yak smoking sounds extremely harsh.

After walking for a while, Old Li yawned again, his eyelids became heavier and he suddenly heard the old yak boots say, "It's a bit strange."

"What?"

Old Li woke up suddenly and looked forward, but he didn't see the fire that should have existed in the night. Even his scalp became numb and asked in a trembling voice: "It... has it disappeared?"

At this moment, Old Li thought of the ghost fire.

The strange ghost fire on the lonely grave.

It's just that its color is a bit weird...

Thanks to Mr. Kezhejin for his reward~ Momoda
Chapter completed!