There is a trick

Chapter 136 Baiguo Village (4K, 2/2)

"Woo——"

The black-haired wind that was lingering around the crowd howled as it went away.

The darkness all around calmed down temporarily.

Zhou Chang watched the black wind disappear and said, "The current black wind can destroy human flesh and blood and infect people with plague. It is 80% to 90% likely to be the 'weird wind' that brought the plague earlier.

At present, although the black hair wind is strange and evil, it is not dangerous to us.

It can be seen that this gust of wind is still temporarily suppressed by some force, or has not been completely released.

If this wind blows freely, we may not be able to withstand it."

Xiao Zhenming was also worried about this: "The armor we wear is made by connecting the gods' qi that we summoned from our respective altars.

This set of armor can barely withstand the current black wind.

Borrowing the energy from the gods does not come without paying a price.

But we can still afford this price now.

But if the wind gets stronger, I don’t know what to do?”

"We have to do it as soon as possible!" Zhou Chang emphasized, "We don't have much time left. If we can't find any clues to escape from this den of evil, we must take a risk - go straight into the Black Desolate Mountain and fight for our lives!"

Hearing this, everyone nodded with a heavy face.

They no longer had the heart to continue the conversation, so they gathered around the sick mule and continued along the road.

The sick mule's body was also covered with the iron wire that Zhou Chang had released. If it weren't for this layer of iron wire, it might have died in this gust of black hair wind.

The mule-drawn cart swayed and rolled over the weeds on the roadside.

A section of a stone tablet appeared in the weeds.

Zhou Chang pushed aside the grass and wiped off the layer of dirt on the stone tablet, revealing the words on it: Baiguo Village.

The three words "Baiguo Village" have become extremely blurred due to the erosion of time.

There seems to be a horizontal line above the word "白", and the "木" tail of the word "果" is twisted, as if it is about to change into another appearance.

"Baiguo Village... A Village of a Hundred Ghosts, a Hundred Ghosts Exist..."

Zhou Chang muttered to himself and turned to look at everyone: "Da'an Village is the village where those blind people gather, Fig Village is the village of widows, and this White Fruit Village... should it be the 'village of the dead' that the blind man mentioned?
Ginkgo is also known as Ginkgo biloba.

Ginkgo trees have a long lifespan, but their fruits are easily rotten after they fall to the ground and their lifespan is not long.

Using ginkgo to symbolize "the old sending off the young" and "the loss of a child" does make sense.

Moreover, Baiguo Baiguo, Bai can be translated as "busy working in vain" or "nothing", and together they are exactly "fruitless" - this village should be the Village of the Lost Sons..."

Zhou Chang talked with everyone as he walked.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear some noise and stopped, signaling everyone to stop and keep quiet.

He looked straight ahead on the road, as if he could see through the darkness ahead.

Everyone followed his lead and stopped, holding their breath.

The darkness was silent at that moment.

After a while, in the silence, a cry gradually spread out: "Son... My son..."

"Walk slowly..."

"Don't abandon me..."

The crying sound came suddenly, containing a strong sense of sadness.

But when the people present heard the crying in the dark, they felt creepy.

"Someone is mourning his deceased son in front... This place is definitely Baiguo Village.

I'll go take a look ahead." As Zhou Chang spoke, strands of thoughts emanated from his fingers and drifted toward Bai Xiu'e. Bai Xiu'e gathered the strands of thoughts in her palm, straightened them out, and wrapped them around her wrist.

The two of them moved in such perfect harmony that Father Bai's eyelids twitched violently.

With this thread of thought connected, as long as it is not broken, Zhou Chang's thoughts can be transmitted back to Bai Xiu'e, and then let everyone know.

Although this method may sometimes transmit thoughts intermittently and not very sensitive when encountering a strong enemy, it still works.

"I'll go with you!"

Xiao Dahu patted Zhou Chang on the shoulder and walked with Zhou Chang.

More people always mean more help, so Zhou Chang naturally did not refuse. The old man and the young man walked through the darkness and followed the sound of crying. Finally, they saw a dilapidated village. At the entrance of the village, there was an old man with gray hair squatting on the roadside, burning paper money.

"Dad will give you more money, you can use it well over there..."

"You need to eat and drink well..."

"Son, Dad can't bear to leave you..."

There were no tears in the old man's eyes, but his face was dazed and he looked out of his body, which was exactly the reaction of a person who was extremely sad.

He looked at Zhou Chang and the other man who walked out of the darkness, but he ignored them and continued to lower his head, muttering to himself, while throwing stacks of paper money into the fire.

"Old man."

The fifty-year-old man over there was extremely sad, and it would be somewhat impolite to disturb him at this time.

But Zhou Chang stood far away and observed him for a while with the Great Heart Pill Sutra, but he could not see anything. He could only walk over slowly and called out tentatively: "Old man, please accept my condolences..."

The old man raised his head upon hearing the voice, and glanced at Zhou Chang with his confused and bewildered eyes. Then he lowered his head and continued to burn paper for his deceased son.

This reaction was just as the blind young man had said before - most of the people in the Lost Son Village were immersed in the grief of losing their sons and paid no attention to external affairs.

In this way, it is naturally easy to pass through the Village of the Dead Son.

However, although the blind man's words seemed to match the current situation, Zhou Chang did not dare to believe them completely.

Just like when they passed through Da'an Village, they could never go back, who knew if they walked into Wangzi Village now, would they be able to walk out of the village unhindered, or would they be trapped in the village and unable to leave?

Zhou Chang squatted in front of the old man and tried several times to call back the old man's attention with words, but to no avail.

He shook his head and looked around the old man.

Around the old man who was burning paper, besides piles of paper money, there was only a tablet with a name written on it: the place of beloved son Cui Ai.

The deceased son of the old man who burned paper should be named "Cui Ai".

"Why would anyone name their son like that?"

Zhou Chang frowned inwardly, thinking that this name was both unlucky and weird. He remained expressionless, retreated to a distance, and signaled Xiao Dahu to be patient.

Xiao Dahu pointed behind him.

The three 'Spring Plague Ghosts' who were following him from a distance were now all shaking with their shoulders and covering their faces with their hands, as if they were feeling the same grief as the old man who was burning paper, and they were crying silently!

“These weird women have never reacted like this before.

This village is very strange right now." Xiao Dahu explained to Zhou Chang in a low voice.

"Um……"

Zhou Chang pondered for a moment and said, "These strange women are widows.

The widows' deceased husbands were also children of other people. So they would feel sad because of this - but it is nonsense that strange creatures would feel 'sad', so there must be some kind of power at the moment that caused these strange women to feel sad..."

As he spoke, a guess emerged in his mind.

The Village of Lost Children, the Village of Lost Children - if these outsiders enter this village, will their relatives who travel with them also die?

When Zhou Chang thought of this, he suddenly felt a little scared.

Suppressing the boiling thoughts in his heart, Zhou Chang separated a strand of thought and silently wrapped it around the ankle of the old man who was burning paper.

He and Xiao Dahu stayed there, watching the old man burn all the paper money piled around him, then slowly stood up and walked towards his own village.

The old man ignored Zhou Chang and the other man from beginning to end.

Zhou Chang even suspected that even if he used force, he would not be able to beat the other party's soul back.

He watched the old man enter the "Baiguo Village", and the thread he tied around his ankle did not break because of his entry into the village. Then he took Xiao Dahu back along the original route and reunited with everyone else.

"What's going on ahead?

Is there really someone mourning his deceased son on the roadside?"

Everyone gathered around and asked Zhou Chang and the others.

"Yes." Zhou Chang nodded, "But that old man is a little weird, and the Dead Son Village itself is a little weird - I left a thread of thought on the old man, and I'll see what happens after he enters the village."

With his previous soul cultivation, after the thought thread left his body for seven feet, it could basically no longer serve as his "eyes" to allow him to sense changes in the outside world.

As for now, his soul level has been improved. Although the quality of his thought thread has not changed significantly, he can still use it to convey his thoughts and explore the movements within a radius of ten steps. If he wants to sense the movements farther away, it is impossible for him to simply control the thought thread with his current soul level.

The method he was going to use right now was to let his soul leave his body and attach itself directly to the thread of thought, then travel with the thread of thought.

This method faces too many variables and is too dangerous.

Zhou Chang didn't dare to use it easily.

Now that he has Yang Rui and Bai Xiu'e to take care of him, and also has fellow Taoists like Xiao Zhenming who come from a famous Taoist family, he dares to try this!
"Is the situation in the village of the deceased son very difficult?" Yang Rui saw Zhou Chang draw a circle on the ground, set up an altar, tick his name on yellow paper, and place the iron seal of the Thunder Commander on the altar. He immediately understood what Zhou Chang was going to do. "Now he wants you to attach your soul to the thread of thought and go to investigate the situation before you hatch?"

“It can’t be said to be difficult…

I just think that place is very strange.

Even the three spring plague ghosts burst into tears as soon as they approached the dead son village." Zhou Chang answered like this, without stopping his movements. He muttered something and then slapped his forehead with the base of his left hand!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

After three muffled sounds, Zhou Chang's flesh shell stood there, motionless!
Everyone gathered around the altar and immediately felt a surge of irritation!
In the darkness, they saw 'another' Zhou Chang, like a flaming jade, standing beside his physical body!
The soul of Zhou Chang seemed to have substance. When it was placed together with his body for people to compare, everyone was confused at first glance and could not tell which was the soul and which was the body!
It only took a blink of an eye to react!
"Xiu'e."

As Zhou Changsheng's soul approached his flesh shell, ripples immediately appeared above his spirit, as if it was being automatically sucked into the flesh shell.

He pulled out the coffin nail, which was also bright red, from the sack bag on his flesh shell's back. Bai Xiu'e, who was standing beside him, nodded slightly and wove a layer of silver armor around his soul, which was covered in evil spirits and karmic fire.

"call--"

Yang Rui blew a breath at the side, and clumps of black and yellow hair like a yellow fox grew out of Zhou Chang's body.

But those hairs were ignited by the evil spirit in an instant and turned into clusters of flames surrounding Zhou Chang's body!
Upon seeing this, Xiao Zhenming and the other two each took out some talismans, put them together into a pair of "talisman armor", and pasted them on Zhou Chang's soul. Those yellow paper ghost-painted talismans began to burn with dark green flames, and Zhou Chang's soul was covered by a layer of colorful talisman armor!

"Bring the flag of the altar god!"

Seeing Zhou Chang was about to leave, Yang Rui immediately warned him, "Don't use the power of these two gods unless it is absolutely necessary!"

Zhou Chang followed his advice and took the flag with the words "Two Generals Who Died Unjustly" on it from his altar and pinned it around his waist.

He nodded to everyone, his mind changed, and his soul instantly attached to that faint thread of thought. In a moment, his soul light flew up and disappeared from everyone's sight!
The soul is traveling, a hundred miles in a single thought!

What’s more, Zhou Chang has become a divine soul that can recognize God!

As soon as Zhou Chang had a thought, his soul followed the thread of thought and instantly flew into the Dead Son Village!
He didn't know how to make his soul leave his body before, and it was only after continuously studying the book given to him by Yang Rui that he learned this method.

For those who practice cultivation, this method is just an ordinary trick.

But since it was Zhou Chang’s first time to travel in spirit, he felt that everything was very novel. A breeze blowing in the air made his soul feel refreshed and his whole body cool!

Before the cultivation of the soul reaches a certain level, a gust of wind and rain may damage the soul.

As for Zhou Chang's current level of soul cultivation, he can actually experience the otherworldly feeling of eating wind and drinking dew.

Fortunately, Zhou Chang was not the kind of person who loved to play and would make mistakes. After he experienced the differences between the state of his soul traveling and the usual state, he gathered his mind, gathered all the evil energy and fire in his body, and withdrew all the protections that his friends had put on him. In an instant, he turned himself into a ray of sexual light as thin as a hair!

This ray of spiritual light, along with an equally imperceptible thread of thought, was placed on the old man who was slowly walking in the Village of Lost Sons.

The air of the Village of Dead Sons was filled with the ashes of paper money.

People passing by had dazed looks in their eyes, and often would cry for a while after walking for a while.

There are people burning paper money in front of every house.

Some people also greeted the old man who lost his son with numb eyes: "Uncle Cui."

"Qiu Sheng." The old man who had lost his son responded numbly.

As he walked along, he met several familiar people and greeted them one by one.

Zhou Chang wrote down the names of the people the old man had greeted on the thread of recitation. He followed the old man all the way and was surprised to find that the population of this village was actually quite large!
It is clearly a village full of grieving people whose children have died, and it looks like a dilapidated place from the outside. But when you really enter the village, you will find that although the village is dilapidated, it has many houses and is very large!

This place looks much more lively than Da'an Village!
There are often many people walking on the streets!

(End of this chapter)