You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 58 Human Beast
Ever since these villagers jumped out of the alley, pair of eyes began to open in the nearby alleys, behind the gatehouses, and on the beams.

They were dressed in rags, they were thin, they held axes in their hands, and their eyes were glowing red.

The most peculiar thing is that they all have a piece missing from their bodies.

Some people were missing hands, some were missing feet, some were missing arms, and some were even missing half of their bodies.

At first glance, the blood blades in the hands of those who could still hold the knives were even more ferocious creatures. The handles of the knives were wrapped around their hands with cloth strips and appeared purple in color. Anyone who has fought in wars for a long time knows that when there is too much blood, it will solidify layer by layer and turn brown or purple.

These blood-red eyes were staring at the three people in front of them, with only animal desire left in their eyes.

"There's a donkey! There's a donkey!"

"It looks plump and tender, so it should be ready for roasting."

"I want the girl over there. She has fair skin and it must taste good when eaten with tree roots."

"I heard that eating the meat of a Taoist priest can prolong one's life. I wonder if a taste of the thick soup made by this Taoist priest can make me live to be ninety-nine."

"Why does this guy look familiar?"

This group of creatures that looked like neither humans nor animals gathered together and whispered, but their words were incomprehensible to living people. All that could be heard were tiny strange cries and it was difficult to make out their words.

Xiao Changcheng was obviously frightened by the sudden appearance of the villagers. He was at a loss and looked around:
"Fellow villagers, it's me, Xiao Changcheng. I went out to look for food, and now I'm back!
"This Taoist priest has great power. He can provide us with rice and feed us. Come on, kneel down with me and beg the Taoist priest for help!"

But his words seemed to have turned into an incomprehensible foreign language in the ears of these people. A trace of doubt seemed to flash across the faces of these villagers, but then it turned into fierce malice.

Xiao Changcheng saw them surrounding him with all kinds of weapons. He was at a loss as to what to do and did not want to hurt his fellow villagers, so he could only look at Zuo Chen for help.

Zuo Chen stared at them for a few breaths before saying:
"The aura of the three souls has dissipated. Although he looks like a living person, he has actually become a ghost."

"Master?" Xiao Changcheng's eyes widened: "They...are hopeless?"

"It can be saved, but it won't be a human being after being saved. Even if we take care of it, it will probably take 40 to 50 years for it to recover its human form. What's more..."

Zuo Chen looked at the missing parts of these people: "Most of them are indeed dead, with a large part of their physical body missing, and they are completely relying on ghost energy to survive."

Xiao Changcheng closed his eyes.

Two lines of tears flowed down the corners of my eyes.

But he opened his eyes again after a moment.

There seemed to be fire burning in his eyes, but something was different from before.

"Master Dao, please give them a full meal so they can go on their journey full."

Xiao Changcheng didn't wipe the tears from his eyes, but his voice was no longer confused:
"I have to rush to the west of the city to rescue my mother, so I don't have time to stay here with them.

"I can't believe that there is not even a single living person left in such a big town like Changshan!"

"Okay." Zuo Chen nodded, then took out a bowl from the bamboo basket and scooped a bowl of rice.

After shaking his hands to cook the rice, Zuo Chen casually threw the bowl towards Xiao Changcheng, who subconsciously caught it.

"Just blow rice fragrance in their faces."

"Yes."

When the villagers around saw a whole bowl of rice appear, they all screamed like bandits seeing a large ingot of gold, and rushed towards Xiao Changcheng like sneaky evil shadows.

Xiao Changcheng didn't suspect anything and just picked up the bowl of rice.

He took a deep breath, lifted his chest, and then blew hard at the rice bowl. As if the weather was good, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the air, carrying Xiao Changcheng's long sigh, and blew towards the villagers.

The group of evil spirits who were rushing over to kill people suddenly smelled the fragrance of rice coming from in front of them.

For a moment, my mind became hazy, as if I saw the fields full of wheat during the autumn harvest.

A few old and weak ones tripped over their left leg and fell to the ground while running. When they looked again, they were no longer breathing.

Those who were young and vigorous still managed to force themselves to rush forward, but eventually they collapsed dejectedly at the entrance of the alley, with smiles on their lips and tears in their eyes, and their souls had left their bodies.

For a moment, there were already many corpses lying around and at Xiao Changcheng's feet.

"My home is just ahead." Xiao Changcheng didn't seem to want to delay any longer here. He didn't even look at the corpse on the ground. He pointed directly in the direction in front of him, intending to move forward.

But he was a little hesitant because the aroma of meat he had just smelled was right in front of him.

The villagers have become like this, what will they eat?
Is there anything in Changshan Town that can be eaten as meat now?
Xiao Changcheng mustered up his strength and walked forward, with the donkey cart following behind him.

The three of them went around several alleys, and some villagers who looked like evil ghosts jumped out from them. Everyone could call out Xiao Changcheng's name, but they no longer recognized Xiao Changcheng.

He could only hold the rice and blow on them one by one, blowing them to the ground or until they closed their eyes.

The only thing that made Xiao Changcheng feel relieved was that the faces of these villagers lying down did not show ferocious malice, nor did they die with their eyes open. Most of them had no expression, as if they were sleeping peacefully, while others had satisfied smiles on their faces, as if they had seen something good.

After walking a few more steps forward, Xiao Changcheng could smell the aroma of meat right in front of him, but his steps became somewhat slow.

He roughly guessed what the scene was like, but he didn't dare to take a step.

However, at this moment, Xiao Changcheng suddenly saw a figure rushing out from the alley next to him.

Xiao Changcheng was shocked. He picked up the bowl of rice and started blowing it hard towards the figure.

"Hey! It smells so good! Brother Xiao, did you go out and find some rice?"

A girl's voice was heard in front of him, and Xiao Changcheng felt his wrist tremble, and he almost lost his grip.

When he looked carefully, he realized that the person standing in front of him was not the villagers who had lost their souls, but a girl in coarse linen clothes.

The girl was also skinny due to hunger, but her eyes were still clear. Now she stared at the rice in Xiao Changcheng's hand and couldn't help swallowing her saliva.

"Yimei! Are you okay?" Xiao Changcheng was overjoyed and looked at Zuo Chen again, with a questioning look in his eyes.

Zuo Chen directly took out a bowl of white porridge from the bamboo basket, added a salted fish, and threw it to the girl in front of him.

The girl was a little confused. She had no idea where Zuo Chen got the porridge from. But she was so hungry that she couldn't care about these things. She just took it and swallowed it in big gulps.

He nearly choked on the fish, so he picked up the bowl of porridge and swallowed a few more mouthfuls before he could breathe it down smoothly.

"I thought you were going to look like that, too."

Xiao Changcheng let out a long sigh of relief, obviously feeling much more relaxed:
"What's going on in the city? Why have the villagers become like this?"

"He's a fellow villager from the east of the city." The girl ate half of the fish and then carefully hid the remaining half, smacking it in her mouth, savoring the taste of rice, and said:
"Since Brother Xiao and the others left, we have even less food. We have to tighten our belts every day and rely on sleeping to survive. We could have survived for a while, but something strange happened in the east of the city.

"At first, a villager from the east of the city came over and told us that they prepared an iron pot and started to boil stones. As they boiled, the stones gave off a meaty aroma, so they took some and ate it. They named the soup the Immortal Soup."

At this point, the girl showed a look of horror on her face:
“We from the west of the city came to see what was going on, and we discovered that they were boiling stones.

“They’re cooking their own meat!”

(End of this chapter)