The man in front of me could not even be described as having an accent when speaking.
What he spoke was not even Chinese, but some kind of Su Shen language from the Han Dynasty. It had nothing to do with ancient Chinese. It took me a long time to figure out what it meant.
Not to mention the promise, she looked at me twice in confusion: "What did he say? Gu Yan."
"He asked me why I was so handsome."
"Get out of here, stop fooling me, you're just talking nonsense to us."
I chuckled, lowered the window, and recalled in my mind the few local words I knew: "We are from there, are you from the Evenkis?"
"I am Ganarichi, Dural Harada."
This big man from the village looked at me with unfriendly eyes, and promised this car from his bottom. After all, for people in the second century, this high-tech product from the 21st century is somewhat ahead of its time. ωωw.
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But it doesn’t matter to me, because even if he is real, he is just an illusion of the mountains and rivers, and there is really no point in communicating with him.
However, Xu Nuo was very interested and asked me curiously: "Gu Yan, what did he say? Tell me."
I responded casually: "He said his name was Ganarichi and he was the leader of the tribe living by the river."
Then Xu Nuo asked again: "Hey, he looks so strange. He doesn't look like a Chinese, and his clothes are a bit strange. How come I haven't seen these clothes before? Isn't it cold? I'm curious. Please help me ask.
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"I'm asking you a question, I don't have time."
I was a little impatient, because while talking to the big man, I found that without the influence of the villagers' aura, there seemed to be something wrong with the ice cave they were surrounding at the beginning.
Use your mental power to sweep over it, and you will find wisps of life emanating from the ice cave toward this space. This is exactly how the mountain and river scroll works, extracting life force from the outside world and transforming it into the people and objects in the painting.
The reason why he has such a magical ability is said to be that the master who was proficient in painting accidentally obtained a piece of skin of Pangu. Unfortunately, the ability contained in a small piece of skin is really limited, so the space in the scroll is only a hundred miles in radius.
Big or small, but this can be regarded as re-creating a world.
I think that the illusion shown in the scroll this time, the formation eye is probably the ice hole, and you can get out from here as long as it is broken.
But just as I was stunned, the big man in front of me spoke again: "Leave, people from the Central Plains are not welcome here."
"Hey, big brother, actually I don't want to leave the Central Plains either."
I pretended to sigh, then stretched out my arms and pointed at the group of Taoist priests: "They brought us here forcibly. If you come to find me, you might as well go to them first and let them take me away."
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In ancient times, people were simple and honest, and the ethnic minorities in ancient times were even more simple.
Seeing that those Taoist priests were outnumbered and Xu Nuo and I were both skinny and weak, the big man had no suspicion at all. He turned directly to his own Hara and greeted: "Follow me and drive these Central Plains people back!"
Then a group of people went towards the Kunlun Taoist priests.
I put the trouble on those people, and then I stopped caring about it. I was thinking about how to get rid of the mountain and river scroll. This thing is so magical, and my intuition told me that getting it will be useful in the future.
But soon, a scream came from the other side of the car.
I frowned and looked over there, and found that all the dozens of villagers just now were lying on the ground, and there was a pool of blood under everyone's body, as if they had lost their vitality.
And the Harada named Ganariqi was kneeling in front of Bai Xuzi, with five slender fingers embedded in his skull. It was obvious that he could not survive.
"Wait for me in the car."
I patted Xu Nuo's hand twice, then I opened the car door and walked out: "Do you know what you are doing?"
"Do you even need to ask?"
A wicked smile appeared at the corner of Bai Xuzi's mouth, and his fingers suddenly pulled out of Ganari's skull.
Following several bloody arrows, the big man's body fell limply. Bai Xuzi even put his finger to his lips and licked: "Of course I am killing someone."
"You are a Taoist priest, not a demon cultivator."
I pointed to a large pile of corpses on the ground: "These are all living people, and you just killed them like this?"
"So what?"
Bai Xuzi knelt down and wiped his hands on the big man's clothes: "Everything that happens in the painting is not controlled by heaven. No matter how many people I kill, the catastrophe will still not fall on me.
Besides, even if I don't kill him, the painting will still erase their consciousness after we leave, and the ending will be the same, I just speed up the process."
"Okay, okay, what you said is so reasonable and well-founded that it makes me speechless."
I clapped my hands expressionlessly: "You're going to get hit anyway. If I had known that Kunlun was so virtuous, I should have dragged your mountain gate to the bottom of the Himalayas six hundred years ago."
"Six hundred years ago? Do you think you are those two witches named Zhu Rong?"
Behind Bai Xuzi, a Taoist priest who obviously knew something about the inside story began to taunt me: "Gu Yan, little bastard, stop talking nonsense, and go back with the Taoists honestly. Lord Yan Jun has a lot, and maybe he will spare your life, and my mother-in-law will do it again."
, I will make your soul fly to pieces right now!”
I didn't say anything, but looked directly into his eyes.
A dark consciousness flashed through his mind, and with a wave of mental power, the expression of the Taoist priest who had just spoken instantly became blank, and then a trace of green light appeared in his eyes.
In the blink of an eye, a ferocious expression appeared on his face, and he pushed Bai Xuzi away with a palm.
"Soul control? You actually know witchcraft!"
Bai Xuzi obviously has some skills. He had been observing me just now and felt something was wrong with me. He also noticed a gust of evil wind coming from behind. He immediately stepped aside and waited until he could see the Taoist priest's condition clearly.
He let out an exclamation of surprise.
The Taoist priest missed with one blow, then howled and rushed towards Bai Xuzi again without mercy.
Two Taoist priests behind him who didn't know what was going on ran up to him and tried to stop him, but they were unprepared and were knocked away by the Taoist priest's two palms. At that time, they vomited blood and sat on the ground.
After seeing the behavior of these Taoist priests, I also felt a little bit cruel at that time. Anyway, keeping them would be a disaster.
So I simply bit the tip of my tongue and forced out a drop of blood: "Use the blood-burning technique to kill them!"
This drop of blood burned instantly in front of me.
The Taoist priest who was controlled by me on the opposite side also burst out with a burst of blood-red flames. Just like the second senior brother I met on Misai Mountain that day, he had been controlled by me and began to burn his own life force.
The blood-red flames forced all the surrounding Taoist priests back, and even Bai Xuzi, who had always been calm, changed his expression.
He shouted: "I'll deal with him. You go and catch Gu Yan. Don't let him use such evil witchcraft again. Go quickly!"