Burigude said he wanted to talk to Huangpizi, and then, he fell asleep.

Lying on the ground, his eyelids closed, the person quickly fell asleep, and even made a slight snoring sound, which seemed to be sleeping very sweetly.

Wang Jingzhe rubbed his chin and muttered curiously: "I often feel sleepy and can't sleep. He actually sleeps so fast. It's really good to have a sleep by saying that he can sleep."

Xiaocao blinked his confused eyes and asked, "Why did he fall asleep?"

"If you want to communicate with Huangpi, you either let the other person get on your body. This is more yang energy and a little troublesome. Another way is to fall asleep and wait for Huangpi to come to hold a dream. They just communicate in the dream." Wang Jingzhe pointed to the yellowpi who had already lying on the ground and was still moving, and said, "Here, do you think it's gone?"

Shamans have the skills to communicate with the Five Immortals, either upper body or dreaming. In short, it is very easy. If you are an outsider, communicating with the weasel may have to take some energy.

It took a long time for both parties to sleep. Wang Jingzhe yawned, watching others sleep, and it would make him feel sleepy. Xiaocao whispered: "It's been a long time."

Wang Jingzhe continued to yawn and said, "Why should we sleep for a while, right? The longer the time, the better it is. If the yellow skin doesn't know the situation there, I'm afraid that when I send a dream in, they will all wake up. After sleeping for so long, they will talk a little too much."

Xiaocao nodded and said, "That's the reason..."

Burigude woke up after sleeping for about half an hour. Although he looked a little tired when he woke up, his cautious expression was heavier. He rubbed his tired face and said the first sentence was: "Your judgment is not wrong, it should be there."

"Then?" Wang Jingzhe sat up, took out a cigarette and handed him one.

"That area is very large, in a deep valley, with a wide range, but it has not penetrated too deep, and has only wandered around nearby because there is a continuous and long-lasting miasma outside the valley, and no matter the wind and rain, it will disperse."

Wang Jingzhe narrowed his eyes and said, "Did I say that? When I looked over before, I found that there was a Feng Shui pattern there. So that's it. The miasma is trapped there and it lasts forever."

Burigude continued: "It only wanders around the edges and has never penetrated deeper. The miasma is full of corpses, and humans and animals are rotten into bones. It is estimated that it was mistaken and then infected with miasma."

"That's all, have you communicated for so long?" Wang Jingzhe asked with a frown.

Burigude paused, his face was weird and incredible, and he said: "It also said that there are people there, and there are other things."

"Ah?" Wang Jingzhe said in surprise: "What did you say?"

"It said it had been in a few times and went to places with less malaria. Then it saw some footprints, some animals, but there were no corpses next to those footprints. In other words, some people were walking around in the miasma and not dead yet. Apart from these, do you know what is even more outrageous?"

Wang Jingzhe followed his words and asked, "I'm wondering, since Huangpi knew there was miasma there, why did he still go in? Isn't this nothing to do with going to death?"

Burigud said: "It is a pilgrimage, which is the origin of the shaman. There is a temptation that it cannot resist, which prompts it to get in. So many times it tried to go deeper, but unfortunately it was blocked by the miasma and didn't dare to go in again. So I was very strange and worried about how we should go in?"

Wang Jingzhe stroked his forehead and sighed: "Oh, I just want to find a herb. It's not a great treasure. Why do you have to be related to your shamans, Tungus, etc., it's really troublesome."

Wang Jingzhe cursed his mother for the first time in his heart. Although he knew that the place was not easy to go, he might have a solution. But as he gradually deepened and understood, he found that the trouble seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, which was not very beautiful.

The miasma that has lasted for many years, inexplicable footprints, and the sound of pilgrimage all indicate that the insimplicity in the deep valley.

"Why don't you go back first?" Wang Jingzhe turned his head and asked Xiaocao.

Xiaocao rolled his eyes without any indication.

Wang Jingzhe shrugged his shoulders boredly and said, "I don't want to, let's go to bed first. You can watch the night, call me in the middle of the night. Anyway, you've been sleeping for a while just now."

"The most unreasonable and ridiculous word in the world is these two words anyway." Burigude sat down with a expressionless face against a tree.

Over the past few days, Burigude has said more and he has said a lot of nonsense. There is no other reason. It is probably because he has changed his temperament. Just as Wang Jingzhe said, could he find that girl, and you will continue to be so cold? No woman would be willing to be with a dull gourd.

It is also possible that Burigude and Wang Jingzhe became familiar with each other.

Two days later, the three of them rushed to the place Huangpizi said without stopping under the leadership of the eagle in the sky.

When I saw the miasma, I saw a very strange scene. It was a valley, which condensed into the valley, as if it was blocked by something, and did not float up at all. It was as if it was clearly divided. Everything above the valley was normal and the fog was bright below.

Burigude frowned and said, "Miscity is poisonous. Most people will get poisoned after taking a few mouthfuls. We have better physical fitness and may persist for a longer time, but we will definitely not be able to break through the miasma layer."

Wang Jingzhe scratched his nose and said, "Or the torch burned the valley below, the miasma will definitely not exist."

Burigude looked at him with his idiot eyes, which means that you would find it interesting to say that?

Wang Jingzhe shrugged and explained: "Just kidding, haha, that thing, haven't I said before, there is a Feng Shui pattern here, which just traps the miasma. The miasma will naturally disappear when it changes this pattern."

Burigude shook his head and said, "That's not possible. This is the origin of Shaman and Tungus. If the miasma does not exist, someone may be able to come. Obviously, this miasma protects the center. I would rather not go than allow you to do this. I'm not kidding, because it's faith."

"I was just kidding..." Wang Jingzhe came down from the hillside and said, "You are here to take it. I will go down. The miasma will not dissipate, but there will be roads."

Xiaocao asked very well: "What Feng Shui pattern do you know?"
Chapter completed!