The medicine farmers in the mountains like Liuyunxu have great respect for the mountains that give them the basis of their livelihood, so they select a medicine altar saint every ten years and ask the saint to communicate with the gods in the mountains on behalf of the people of Liuyunxu.
However, since Xiaoyu was elected, she has encountered very strange things during her six consecutive visits to the mountains.
But she didn't dare to say it.
There aren't many people left in Liuyun Ruins to begin with. If these things spread, I'm afraid more people will leave.
"What's going on?" Song Ling asked.
Xiaoyu sobbed and replied: "I saw the dead, including my father and mother. They were obviously buried in peace, but they stood in front of me when I prayed."
"Then who...are you talking about before?" Song Ling asked again.
"Her?" Xiaoyu was a little confused. He tilted his head and thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I don't remember. I only know that before I lost consciousness, I wanted to confess to the village chief, but the village chief..."
As he spoke, Xiaoyu's eyes began to become trance-like.
Song Ling didn't dare to think too much, so she quickly pointed at the center of Xiaoyu's eyebrows and poured a little spiritual power into her to help her keep her true intention.
In this way, a few breaths passed, and the little fish panted heavily, and his expression became slightly normal.
"I, I was stabbed by the village chief." Xiaoyu quickly rolled up the sleeve of his left hand, and sure enough, he saw a scar under his robe.
The injury had long since healed, leaving only hideous traces.
"The village chief said that what I saw was real, and everything in Liuyunxu was fake." Xiaoyu's tears never stopped for a moment, "After he slashed me, I fainted from the pain.
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"Do you know where the villagers have gone back?" Song Ling's hand covered the scar on Xiaoyu's arm, and spiritual power gurgled out from her fingertips.
When the spiritual power came into contact with the scar, Song Ling silently recited a mantra, and in a moment he saw what Xiaoyu said.
Indeed, the village chief took a knife and chopped up the small fish.
But at the moment Xiaoyu fell into coma, Song Ling felt extremely sad and struggling after seeing the village chief's shaggy beard.
"They returned to Lu'er Mountain." Xiao Yu said in a clear and precise manner: "I escaped from Lu'er Mountain just now. If I were slower, I'm afraid I would be eaten by them."
"Eat it?" Song Ling raised her eyebrows.
Xiaoyu nodded and explained: "They ate raw meat on Luer Mountain. They don't look like humans. They no longer look like humans. You... can you still save them?"
Song Ling hummed and comforted Xiaoyu: "Don't be afraid. It's just eating raw meat. It's not a big deal. It can be saved naturally."
In the darkness, Song Mo guarded the ghost baby of Mingquan. Seeing Song Ling coaxing the child outside, his mood gradually became impatient.
It hates Song Ling focusing on other things.
Of course, it hates its own out-of-control emotions even more.
"Song Ling, should we go directly to Luer Mountain?" Song Mo tried to interrupt the conversation between Song Ling and the little girl.
Obviously, Song Ling didn't want to deal with Song Mo for the time being, so he listened patiently to Xiao Yu's talk about Liuyun Ruins and Lu'er Mountain, turning a deaf ear to the shouts from the sea of consciousness.
Among all the dead people seen by Xiaoyu, there were only three women.
Apart from her mother, the remaining two were Li, the daughter-in-law of Liuyun Ruins, and Ran Zhao, the monk who died in Liuyun Ruins.
The latter is the period of casual cultivation and transformation into gods.
The former is just an ordinary mountain woman.
"Do you know the news about Ran Zhao's death?" Song Ling asked.
"I know, because Ran Xianchang died to save me. If it weren't for Ran Xianchang, I would have been buried on Lu'er Mountain by now." Xiaoyu replied.
Song Ling kept silent thoughtfully and said, "Then tell me about the situation at that time, and I'll look for any flaws in it."
Being able to control more than a thousand people in Liuyun Ruins is obviously not something that ordinary people can have.
Ran Zhao may be the breakthrough.
Xiaoyu wiped away her tears and asked in a low voice before telling the story: "Xianzhang...can you give me some food?"
Song Ling didn't have anything to eat.
When leaving Weicheng, Song Zhen gave her a Qiankun bag of fine quality, stuffed with a lot of wound medicine and pills to replenish qi and blood.
Naturally, she cannot ask for her own Qiankun Bag. Any foreign object that is related to the physical body may attract thunder and increase the difficulty of this trip.
Song Ling had to keep only the three rings on his right hand. After all, he was a life-saving guy. If he didn't keep them close to him, Song Ling would probably have trouble sleeping and eating.
Holding the Qiankun bag now, Song Ling's eyes felt a little moist.
With Liang Guo's family background, Song Zhen could provide these, which was not shabby, and could even be regarded as a generous help.
But to Song Ling, these little gadgets, which were inconspicuous in the eyes of monks, were already full of love and warmth.
"I don't have anything to eat, but there are a few pills." Song Ling took out a pill that replenished qi and blood and put it in Xiaoyu's hand. "Eating one can help you regain some energy. It can be a cushion at least."
abdomen."
The little fish burst into tears of gratitude. He held the elixir in both hands and chewed it carefully for a hundred or so mouthfuls before reluctantly swallowing it.
The effect of the elixir made Xiaoyu's face turn rosy.
"At that time, I went into the mountains as a routine and wanted to ask the villagers about a suitable time for collecting herbs next month." Xiaoyu swallowed and said cautiously: "After I set up the altar as usual and put in the asking spirit incense.
, what is waiting is not the inspiration from the mountain god..."
It's a tiger with huge wings.
The snow-white tiger descended from the sky, destroyed the altar in front of the little fish with one palm, and then tried to swallow the little fish into its belly.
Ran Zhao appeared at that time.
She flew her sword in the air, raised her hand, and threw out countless sharp blades that shone with cold light. After forcing the giant beast away, she turned around and picked up the frightened little fish.
It was originally possible to escape.
No matter it was Xiaoyu or Ran Zhao, they had all escaped to a safe place.
But after putting down the little fish, Ran Zhao rushed back to Luer Mountain with her sword in hand. She said that the beast could not be allowed to wander in the mountains, otherwise it might endanger Liuyun Ruins at any time.
The development of things to this point is still within Ran Zhao's control.
However, after Xiaoyu watched Ran Zhao leave, he was suddenly possessed by the Mountain God for some unknown reason, and then he rushed towards Luer Mountain like he was desperate.
Ran Zhao, who was originally confident of winning, was injured by the giant beast in order to save the unconscious Xiaoyu. In the end, he could only try his best to die with it.
After Xiaoyu woke up, he saw Ran Zhao.
The dead Ran Zhao.
"Although Ran Xianchang has repeatedly said that it's not my fault, I know that it is my fault." Xiaoyu bit his lip tightly, causing blood to flow down the corners of his mouth. "If it weren't for me, how could Ran Xianchang not be able to defeat that giant?"
Beast? It’s all because of me that she gets distracted and has trouble thinking about what’s ahead and what’s next.”
Facing Xiaoyu's vulnerability and crying, Song Ling silently reached out and patted her shoulder.
"Since that day, Liuyun Ruins has been shrouded in a terrible shadow. Everyone has become restless. They have begun to blame each other and fight if they disagree. The elderly and children are no exception." Xiaoyu said.