Xia Po wasn't trying to scare them, but if he wanted to investigate this guy who raised voodoos, he might very well face some unknown risks.
After all, he could only tell that it was a voodoo. As for the extent to which the guy who raised the voodoo had raised the voodoo, Xia Po had no idea.
In his previous life, he had read some novels on Blue Star. In the novels, those who raised voodoos actually regarded raising voodoos as their own way, and they had extraordinary strength just by relying on voodoos.
Although it is not clear whether voodoo can be grown by combining spiritual grass and spiritual insects, but if it can be done, and the voodoo grower happens to figure it out, then it will definitely be dangerous for the three of them to go to others to cause trouble.
But Xia Po also understands one thing. Unless, like him, he has endless lifespan that can be spent slowly, otherwise the road to becoming an immortal and attaining enlightenment will only involve risking his life! Go for it!
Therefore, if you retreat when you encounter danger and remain blind, you will never achieve much.
At this time, Xia Po had to see what these two guys should choose. He didn't care.
"Even if you are a monk, if you treat mortals in this way, how high can your cultivation level be?"
"Not to mention that the old farmer died because of the three of us. If we don't help the old farmer get revenge, the guilt in our hearts will soon turn into inner demons and disrupt our practice.
Just saying that this method of Gu magic is so weird, as a disciple of the right path, it is necessary to investigate and understand it, right?"
Xia Po just nodded to what they said. Thinking from their perspective, it actually made sense.
So he looked in one direction.
"So how are you going to find this guy?"
One sentence made the two passionate young people instantly faint.
The whole village may have been bewitched, so how can they get information?
Seeing them like this, Xia Po knew that these two stupid young men were full of ideas and didn't know how to execute them.
So he spoke directly.
"Since the old farmer's son will come back to get medicine, it means that the herbs needed to raise voodoo are not enough for the voodoo farmer, so it is very likely that more young people will come back to get medicine during this period.
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Xia Po said and looked at He Feng.
"Use your spiritual eyes to see which household still has medicinal herbs stored in it."
After Xia Po's reminder, He Feng suddenly understood and began to use his spiritual eyes to observe which other households in the village had herbs stored in their homes.
So, all three people concealed their bodies, quietly came to this house, and hid.
After a long time, a young man who was even more exhausted than the old farmer's son walked in.
There is only one middle-aged woman in this family with one child.
When the middle-aged woman saw the young man, tears immediately filled her eyes.
"You...you still know how to come back? Where is your wife? Ah? Where did you get your wife? Speak quickly!"
But this young man was obviously much rougher than the old farmer's son. He pushed the middle-aged woman away and walked towards the inside of the room.
"You bastard! You only care about your own happiness, so you sent your wife to a place like that. I have pity on my grandson, who lost his mother at such a young age..."
The old woman was crying as she recounted her son's ugly deeds.
But his son seemed not to hear it at all and walked directly into the room and started rummaging through the cabinets.
Finally, he took out a large bundle of herbs, wrapped it in a cloth and walked out.
At this time, the middle-aged woman wanted to stop him, but was knocked to the ground by his slap.
From beginning to end, he didn't say a word. Apart from being exhausted, the most obvious thing on his face was ruthlessness.
Looking at the young man's retreating figure, the middle-aged woman could only fall to the ground and sob.
"My son, why are you like this?"
In this regard, Xia Po and the other three didn't say anything. They just hid their figures silently and followed the young man to see where he would go.
Not just this young man, Xia Po found that there was something wrong with almost all young people.
It's one thing to be weak, but there's also something wrong with the expressions on their faces.
In Xia Po's mind, the biggest difference between mortals and monks is that mortals have richer emotions than monks, and are more easily bound by emotions, so the expressions on their faces are particularly rich.
Under almost every expression, there are micro-expressions.
But in this village, Xia Po could see very few young people, and as a result, the expressions on the faces of these young people were dry and hard.
How should I describe this feeling? It feels like the expressions of these people are not their own, but have been painted on their faces by someone using a method similar to disguise.
Although this statement is outrageous, this is the most intuitive feeling those people gave Xia Po.
But now is not the time to care about this. The main purpose now is to see where this young man is going.
In the next period of time, the young man walked out of the village and kept rushing, never resting for even a second.
They have been walking for nearly ten hours now, but this young man doesn't feel like he wants to rest at all. He hasn't even eaten or drank anything.
This abnormal phenomenon immediately alerted Xia Po and the others.
A mortal will be hungry even if he doesn't eat even one meal. If he doesn't eat for a day, he will be starving to death.
If you don't eat or drink water for a whole day, let alone rushing, it would be difficult for some people to turn over in bed, right?
It turned out that this guy was just walking, or it was a very difficult mountain road, and he walked all day long.
How did this mortal do it?
So, He Feng used his spiritual eyes to investigate.
After watching it for a long time, the expression on He Feng's face changed from confusion to shock.
"What's going on? A mortal can walk such a long distance without eating or drinking, and his face doesn't change."
"He...the flesh and blood in his body is decreasing little by little, which means...that means he is eating himself!"
"Eating yourself?"
Not only Xinchen, but also Xia Po was a little shocked.
Eat yourself, this sentence sounds nonsense, but it is actually easy to understand.
Human actions, no matter how weak they are, consume energy.
And the only way for mortals to obtain energy seems to be eating and drinking.
Although I didn’t eat or drink, I still had to consume what I needed to consume.
Judging from what He Feng said, it was probably that this guy had nothing left to consume, so he started consuming his own flesh and blood.
This doesn't sound like much, it just feels like burning body fat when you're hungry.
But the young people in this village are all in vain, especially this guy. If you didn't know better, you would think that the skeleton soldiers in the game have come to life.
He can have hairy fat just by consuming his own blood and his own flesh!
Now Xia Po understands why the men in this village are so thin and weak, and why their emotions are so drained!
But why can a mortal do this?
Logically speaking, even if a mortal starves to death, he or she will not directly consume flesh and blood, right?
Among the refugees who suffered from the disaster, none of them starved to a skeleton and then died.
There is only one explanation.
This boy's body is probably infected with a poison, and this poison is more advanced than the one on the old farmer. It can not only change the boy's physique, but even control his thoughts!
If this is really the case, it is completely beyond Xia Po's impression of Gu.
It seems that this operation will be particularly interesting.
Thinking of this, Xia Po's mouth curved slightly and he looked at a shrine in the distance.
He finally arrived, and he wanted to see what kind of existence this guy was.