Folklore: Pre-emptive shelter begins with the stomach.

"Master Huang, how did you find out about this?"

"The temple master next door calculated it himself! It's absolutely true, there's no way it can be faked! The reason I'm here with you is related to Jiang Qing Village!"

Feng Mo was taken aback.

He had absolutely no connection with Jiang Qingcun, so how did it become related to him?

"The temple master said you've suffered a decline in your yang energy, and bad luck has struck!" Huang Lao Er continued to explain, "He specifically asked me to tell you this!"

"What's going on with that?" Feng Mo still looked puzzled.

"Don't worry, I don't know the reason either, but it's definitely related to the strange disaster!"

Huang Lao Er stroked his beard thoughtfully, "Based on my many years of experience as the temple abbot, the calamity that destroyed Jiangqing Village must still be present."

Their village is located to the east of our Jiangbai Village. Because of the receding water level on Huanjiang Road, our two villages are the closest to each other.

The aftershocks of this bizarre disaster in Jiangqing Village will definitely spread along Huanjiang Road!

He didn't say the rest, but Feng Mo knew.

The first hurdle on Huanjiang Road is your own stomach.

No wonder the other person said that he was experiencing a decline in yang energy, and last night when he came alone, he walked along Huanjiang Road.

But Feng Mo still had some doubts:

"But Master Huang, this area is all flat land. Once you leave the village, there are many roads leading in all directions. How can you be so certain that the strange creature will come to our Jiangbai Village?"

Huang Lao Er shook his head at the question: "That's how the supernatural disasters are. They will actively attack any human settlements. As for the reason, I have never known. It's just like how the supernatural beings are only hostile to us humans."

"Approximately how long?"

"After today!" Huang Lao Er pondered, "and that doesn't even include some of the faster-moving strange creatures."

Feng Mo nodded to indicate that he understood.

After Huang Lao Er told him about this, he left.

He also needs to take precautions, as he has a lot of work to do these next few days.

Before leaving, Huang Lao Er left behind a communication talisman.

There are special restrictions on it, allowing for communication at any time.

If a situation arises, he can notify the other two temple masters immediately, and they can also respond promptly.

Feng Mo put it away carefully.

He was also secretly relieved about the upgrade to the Five Internal Organs Temple defense!

I don't know what happened.

It seemed to be because of his cultivation of the Heart Palace that he was terrified when he heard about the strange disaster.

But now that the strange calamity in Jiangqing Village is approaching, he doesn't have such a big reaction; he's just indifferent.

They were ready to meet any challenge head-on.

"No rush, I have another day."

Feng Mo muttered to himself, and then continued to cultivate his Heart Palace.

……

It was approaching evening.

Before it was completely dark, the world around Wu Qin Temple (a place name) had fallen silent.

Meanwhile, on Huanjiang Road, figures began to appear in the distance.

A large crowd gathered, in small groups as if fleeing a disaster, heading towards Feng Mo's stomach.

They were covered in mud, and their coarse linen clothes were full of holes from their journey.

A strong man carries an elderly person on his back, while a woman carries a child on her shoulder.

Feng Mo stood by the door, glanced into the distance, and saw the fleeing group.

The group seemed to spot people inside the temple and immediately shouted, "Jiang Qingcun has come to Jiangbai Village seeking refuge! We beg the handsome old man inside the temple to grant us a chance to live!"

Feng Mo did not respond.

The sky grew darker and darker, gradually becoming as thick as ink.

Although he could see the figure clearly, he couldn't see the face. How did the other person know that he was the temple master?

An idea immediately came to Feng Mo's mind.

—A charlatan!

The imposter is deceitful, resembling a human in appearance and possessing vivid voice and emotions, but his true nature remains merely that of a person. Those who believe him take his place, disregarding rules, and the more numerous they are, the more real they seem.

This is a record from the booklet, and it's very easy to translate.

The charlatan will mimic the people it sees, and the more the people it deceives believe, the more identical the person it imitates will be in terms of memory and behavior.

In the end, he became completely like a person, a living, breathing human being.

Of course, Feng Mo found the phrase "disregarding rules" somewhat perplexing.

Believing what the other person says and ignoring certain rules.

What does this rule refer to?

Feng Mo recalled for a moment.

Those two fake demons had drunk the talisman water in a panic just to gain my trust.

After that, you can freely eat and drink.

If it weren't for the talisman water's effect on them, Feng Mo would likely have met with dire consequences.

"So that's what the rules mean!" Feng Mo thought to himself.

Having experienced the deception last night, he naturally wouldn't be fooled again.

Because of his cultivation of the Heart Palace, Feng Mo was even able to discern some clues.

These people just shouted and yelled, their expressions mostly numb. Although they carried a lot of things, they didn't see any horse-drawn carriages or mules for transportation.

It took me a whole day to travel alone with light luggage, so how could these fake monsters carrying large and small sacks move so quickly?

The acting was so bad, it couldn't be more fake!

Gradually, the crowd approached the vicinity of the Five Stomach Temple.

"Jiangbai Village, even if you're the temple master, you can't just stand by and watch us die! Let us in right now!"

"Yes... Look at my child who's still breastfeeding, how can you be so heartless?"

Among the fake figures, the two who most resemble humans are shouting.

Feng Mo laughed at this.

He doesn't usually smile.

Especially after practicing the Heart Palace, one's mind has already been tempered.

Unless you can't help it.

The doors to his stomach had never been closed since he transmigrated.

Anyone can go in if they want to.

Without their permission, the effects of the "Strange Campfire" and "Amulet Stone" remain in effect, preventing them from entering through the doorway.

However, these strange creatures possess a degree of intelligence, rendering wooden traps ineffective against them.

Feng Mo glanced at the dozens of people and smiled.

It's not that there's no way!

Advance payment!

With a single idea from Feng Mo, a gigantic building was erected inside the temple, rising from the ground like a dragon.

In just a few breaths, the "arrow tower" that was about two stories high was formed.

It resembles a fortified watchtower, yet it is covered from top to bottom with cool-toned black runes.

"Wooden Rune Arrow Tower (Tier 1)": A powerful weapon against monsters; How do you judge whether a shelter is up to standard? Just look at whether it has arrow towers, and whether it has arrow towers covered in runes!

"Repayment Request": Kill twenty monsters.

"Building Affix" Book of Murder (Attack Speed): Gain 1% attack speed for each monster killed.

The tower's sudden appearance did not cause any ripples among the "refugees," as if the destruction of the world was less distrustful than Feng Mo's refusal to let them eat.

"We've traveled all this way, so many people have died, yet you don't even dare to say a word to us?"

Why wasn't it you who died back then?!

"Yes! The temple master exists to protect us; you're the one who deserves to die!"

"Why won't you let me in? You deserve to die!"

The refugees continued to hurl insults.

At the same time, the runes under the arrow tower began to flash, as if something terrifying was about to be activated.

On the arrow tower, a crossbow bolt was already nocked.

With a "whoosh," like the roar of a raging dragon, it ripped through the night sky and overwhelmed the bubbling sounds of the stomach.

Among the crowd, an elderly woman who was hurling the most insults became the target.

Upon contact, the person vanished from the spot, leaving only a pool of black ash!

In an instant.

The once bustling place was now deathly silent.

The crowd fell silent.

But the arrow towers wouldn't give them time to wait; one crossbow bolt after another pierced the air.

Each one represents a bizarre and annihilated event.