Immediately afterwards, the black figure ran out, found a pond, and immediately jumped into it. The surroundings of the figure were dyed like ink.
The old man and young man who chased him were stunned.
The little village girl looked shocked: "How many years has it been since you haven't taken a shower to be able to do this?"
The old man took it seriously and said: "At least ten years."
At this moment, the black figure finally washed away the black substance on his body, and then revealed his true face. He was a man with fine features, but it was the skin that Fang Hao found in the lower realm.
Fang Hao walked up the passage and found that the thick smoke and pungent sulfur smell of the magma penetrated through the stone cracks in the passage. However, it took Fang Hao a long time to reach the end of the passage, but the passage had been smoked for countless years.
It had long been covered in black ash, and Fang Hao's whole body was covered in black ash.
When I walked out, I immediately became a black kid.
After washing himself, Fang Hao couldn't help but take a deep breath of fresh air without the smell of sulfur.
Jumping up from the pond, Fang Hao looked at the old man and the young man in front of him. Fang Hao was afraid of going down to the villagers, so he smiled and said: "Old man, little sister, what kind of place is this?"
The old man looked at Fang Hao in surprise, and then said: "This is Dragon King Village, how come you came out of the ground?"
Fang Hao frowned and said, "I entered a canyon by mistake. After I came up, I ran here."
Fang Hao also sensed it with his soul in an instant, and his expression suddenly became strange. He was very familiar with the outline of this village, because he saw this village from the air last time he used his soul to explore.
At that time, he wanted to come down to take a look, but experts came down from the upper realm and interrupted his exploration plan.
The little village girl seemed to be very curious about Fang Hao, but when she saw that Fang Hao was wet, she quickly said: "Brother, your clothes are wet. I will go and borrow some clothes for you to wear."
Saying that, the little village girl was about to run towards the village, but Fang Hao stopped the little village girl and said, "It doesn't matter, we'll do it right away!"
As he spoke, Fang Hao instantly used his spiritual power to quickly evaporate the water vapor on his body, and the water on his body instantly turned into mist, making people look as if Fang Hao was a man among gods, filled with immortal energy.
At this moment, the old man was shocked and said: "Are you a god in the mountains?"
Fang Hao looked at the old man in surprise: "Is there a god on this mountain?"
The old man nodded without hesitation: "Of course there is. Kunlun Mountain is a fairy mountain. How could there be no gods? There is also the Dragon King!"
But he looked at Fang Hao in surprise: "You must be a god, right?"
Fang Hao rolled his eyes: "It's Mao. I'm a martial artist."
The old man immediately sighed: "I said, how can you be so lucky to see gods? The village head Ergazi often goes to the mountains and has never seen gods."
Immediately, he remembered that the Dragon King he had just enshrined had been smashed to pieces, and his face turned bitter: "If this happens, the Dragon King will be smashed to pieces. He will definitely be furious."
Fang Hao laughed, then turned around and observed this small mountain village. There was only a small river and the houses were very simple. Most of them were made of tiles, and some of them had thatched roofs.
Just as Fang Hao was sizing up the small mountain village, the two people next to him were sizing up Fang Hao.
I saw that the fog on Fang Hao's body disappeared, and he was wearing very casual clothes, but now he was wrinkled, and he looked no better than the villagers in this village.
The little village girl looked at Fang Hao with curious eyes, the light in her eyes getting brighter and brighter, just like a little kid seeing a beloved toy, showing extremely urgent thoughts.
Then his little face burst with excitement and he looked at the old man: "Old man Yang, can I leave the mountain?"
The old man was stunned for a moment, then scolded angrily: "There are wolves, tigers and leopards outside the mountains. What are you doing out there? Be careful of getting eaten!"
"How can it be so dangerous outside?" The little village girl didn't believe it, pouted, and looked at Fang Hao curiously: "Brother, are you from outside?"
The old man interrupted angrily: "Aren't they from outside, or from our village?!"
The little village girl suddenly became angry and glared at the old man: "Why do you always argue with me!"
At this time, Fang Hao, under Yuanshen's investigation, discovered that there were less than two hundred people in the small mountain village, including young, old and young.
There is a problem. Generally, young people in rural areas will go out to work, but almost all the young people in this village are here.
So Fang Hao felt a little strange.
Fang Hao looked at the little village girl, nodded and said, "I'm from outside. Have you never been out of the mountains?"
The little village girl nodded and said, "People in our village say you can't go out, otherwise you will be cursed and killed."
The old man also explained: "Our village is protected by the Dragon King. It is said that if we leave this mountain, the Dragon King will not protect us, so our ancestors have lived here for generations."
"Have no outsiders been here?" Fang Hao found it incredible that there was such a closed place.
"Yes, people from the town asked us to move out, but since we won't leave, they can't do anything about it," the old man replied.
Fang Hao guessed that it was related to culture, so he really wanted to believe these legends.
Fang Hao smiled and said: "Those are all lies. Wouldn't you know it when you go out and take a look?"
But the expressions of the old man and the little village girl changed slightly, and the old man's face suddenly became serious: "You can't say this nonsense. There are also young people in our village who didn't believe it and walked out, and then never came back!"
The little village girl also nodded seriously.
Fang Hao frowned: "That's a coincidence. I'll go into the village and have a look."
Fang Hao was about to leave, but the old man quit: "You just left like that? You broke the Dragon King into pieces, you have to pay for it."
After hearing this, Fang Hao said depressedly: "Then I'll give you money and you can create one yourself!"
"That's not okay. You did it. Although it was unintentional, you had to do it yourself!" The old man shook his head firmly.
Looking at the old man's appearance, Fang Hao shook his head and said, "I can't do it either!"
"It doesn't matter. We have masons here. Let them help you shape it and you can carry it over. We won't embarrass you." The old man said seriously.
"Okay, take me there!" Fang Hao agreed. After all, he was the one who destroyed the statue in the temple, and it was not a big deal to him.
But the little village girl shouted: "Old man Yang, I will take my elder brother there."
The old man thought that he still had to clean up, so he nodded in agreement.
Then the little village girl took Fang Hao towards the village. The little village girl seemed to be extremely curious about the outside world: "Brother, what is the outside world like? Is there a lot of delicious food?"
Fang Hao smiled and said: "Yes, many, many, by the way, what is your name?"
"Brother, my name is Fang Cuicui." The little village girl laughed, revealing two pairs of dimples: "Brother, what is your name?"
Fang Hao was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "My surname is also Fang, my name is Fang Hao!" (To be continued)