Although this feeling is nonsense, the obvious feeling tells him that his clone has no strength to continue swimming, so he sinks to the bottom again.

Fang Mu rubbed his eyebrows until the feeling disappeared.

"This is so weird. How could the clone move by itself?"

I was already very irritable, but now another incident happened, Fang Mu was speechless.

After thinking for a long time and trying to sense it for a while, Fang Mu still found nothing.

"It seems that we should improve our strength as soon as possible." Fang Mu said in his heart: "If you can enter the Buyu Realm, you can go to that world next time. If you have good luck, you can check out the situation of your clone."

Strength is still the most important thing. Fang Mu drank all the water in the cup and began to think about strange things carefully.

...

On the other side of Yunlong City, Fang Mu was still worried about the strange things. On the other side, in an extremely remote village in Yunlong City, a strange event was being held.

The village is not big and there are not many households.

There were many villagers surrounding the open space.

Among this group of people is a very vague stone statue.

The stone statue is in the form of a human, and the facial features are blurred, so you can't see clearly.

Two strong villagers carried stone statues and placed them firmly on the ground.

After doing all this, the two villagers took a few steps back and gave up a position.

An elderly man walked out with a crutch in his hand, looking extremely old and even staggered when walking.

"Be careful, village chief." The strong villagers stepped forward, supported the old man, and walked to the stone statue step by step.

"It's okay." The village chief shook his head, handed the crutch to the villagers, and then lowered his head to tidy up his robes.

When the surrounding villagers saw this scene, they made the same move as the village chief.

They were very pious when doing this action, as if there was not a stone statue opposite, but something they respected the most.

The village chief was gray-haired, and he staggered forward, and fell to the ground with a plop, shouting: "Kneel!"

As soon as this sentence was spoken, the remaining villagers fell to the ground in one go.

The village chief's eyes were turbid and he shouted: "Changsha River in Qingniu Village, bringing all the old and young people in the village to pray to Tu Ling."

"Pray to the earth spirit!"

The villagers shouted.

Everyone present kneeled, and no one didn't shout this sentence.

After the village chief shouted, he led the whole village to bow for a while, and then continued: "Since two months ago, the crops in the village had a strange disease, no one could solve them, only the earth spirit can do it, but not long after, the crops had a strange disease again. Please listen to our demands and save us!"

"Save us!"

The villagers continued to shout.

After shouting this sentence, the village chief took his head and knelt down on the ground again.

After three consecutive bows, the village chief raised his head and looked at the strong villagers beside him.

The strong villager understood and reached out to take out his hand in his pocket, took out a knife, and handed it over.

The village chief took the knife and rolled up his left sleeve.

On his left arm, there was a terrifying scar.

The village chief gritted his teeth and shouted: "We will offer blood to Lord Tu Ling as last time, and hope that Lord Tu Ling will give mercy."

"I hope Lord Tu Ling will show mercy."

The villagers who were kneeling down also took out their knife and shouted with respect.

The village chief took a deep breath and cut a hole in his arm with a knife.

Blood dripped along the wounds of his arm and melted into the soil at the soles of the village chief's feet.

The villagers also learned the village chief's actions and cut a wound on their arms.

Next to the wound, there is a scar.

A large amount of blood dripped down and then melted into the soil.

Blood flowed into the stone statue as if it was alive.

Several villagers' faces turned pale and weak due to excessive blood loss.

The flowing in was very fast, and at this time, a red light emerged from the stone statue.

"It's OK!" the village chief shouted, skillfully took out a white cloth, covering the wound to stop bleeding.

The villagers also followed suit and stopped the lost blood.

Although the villagers were bleeding too much, not only were they not afraid, but were very excited.

The village chief stood up, his body shook several times, and he was extremely weak.

Seeing this, the strong villagers quickly supported the village chief.

"No." The village chief picked up the crutch, leaned on it with difficulty, and ordered: "You can carry Lord Tu Ling back to the ancestral hall, and everyone can disperse. Lord Tu Ling has agreed to our prayer."

The red light is a symbol of praying for success, and it also makes the village chief feel a little relieved.

But the village chief understood that all this was temporary, just like last time.

They also prayed in the same way, and in the end they were only relieved. The terrifying strange disease still existed and broke out again.

How can villagers survive if they don’t farm?

As he had no choice but to pray again.

But he didn't know how long it would last this time?

After everyone dispersed and the stone statues were moved to the ancestral hall, the village chief sighed and walked towards the house with a staggering pace.

...

Time came unknowingly, and in the quiet ancestral hall, except for candles and tablets, there was only a stone statue left.

The ancestral hall is extremely quiet, as if a needle can be heard.

At this moment, a red light suddenly appeared on the face of the stone statue, and then it continued to flash.

The frequency of the red light flashing from fast to slow, then from slow to fast, slowly disappearing...

"Hey...hey...hey..."

Accompanied by a sour sound, the stone statue's neck suddenly moved left and right, as if the neck was a little sour because it was maintaining this position...

The next day, accompanied by the crowing of a rooster, the villagers woke up from their deep sleep.

The villagers woke up were very excited. They were rushing to the crop fields to see if the crops had improved.

Of course, this simple dream was instantly shattered because a huge cry suddenly appeared in the village.

"What's going on? Who's crying?"

"It's the village chief's house, it seems that the village chief's wife is crying."

"Let's go and see!"

The crowd started to make a fuss, and people forgot to see the crops and walked towards the village chief’s house...

At the village chief’s house, an old woman was falling down in front of the bed and cried to the village chief on the bed.

When the crowd rushed in, they happened to see the village chief who was already stiff and had wide eyes.

"This...what happened to this?"

A villager was brave enough to ask subconsciously: "It was obvious that they were all fine yesterday, why did the person suddenly disappear?"

"I don't know." The old woman cried, "He's bloody, woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-wo

The bed sheets below the village chief were covered with bright red blood.
Chapter completed!