Folklore: Pre-emptive shelter begins with the stomach.

Feng Nuonian added some more details about the dream, but most of them were insignificant.

Their conversation was interrupted by Xiaoqing after she had finished giving her instructions:

"Miss, the water is ready."

Feng Nuonian nodded slightly: "Thank you for your hard work, all three of you."

Just as they were about to leave,

Feng Nuonian then took out another envelope from his pocket.

"What is it?" Feng Mo asked in confusion.

Feng Nuonian shook his head: "This is what my father asked me to give you this morning."

It's clear that she herself hasn't seen it either.

Feng Duan examined the envelope carefully.

A seal was prominently stamped on it, representing the Feng family's Shiping lineage.

This seal is used by the Lord's family—it's a letter from the Lord's side.

Feng Mo opened the envelope and looked at it, his eyes gradually turning cold.

The letter read:

"Recently, the Feng family celebrated their head birthday."

Feng Mo, the head of the Feng family's temple in Shiping Village, Jiangbai Township, was specially recalled to participate in the birthday banquet of the Shiping family head.

On the same day, the eldest son, Feng Zhihai, married his third wife.

Double happiness.

We urge Feng Mo, the third son of the Feng family's direct line in Shiping, to return to his clan immediately.

Feng Mo only glanced at it before realizing it was a trap.

Seeing that he was not dead, the other party laid out a backup plan.

It's only been a few days now, but the other side is really sticking to their guns.

He naturally couldn't go back to his master's house.

"Are you alright?" Feng Nuonian naturally recognized that this was a letter from her master's family, and she also knew her master's attitude towards Feng Mo, so her tone was filled with worry.

Feng Mo didn't say much, he just handed the letter to her.

After reading it, Feng Nuonian frowned slightly.

"Third Young Master, what are your plans...?"

"No response." Feng Mo narrowed his eyes.

Since it's a dead end,

Whether you attend the banquet or not, you won't get anything good out of it.

Therefore, he could only rely on the tactic of "delaying".

Of course, Feng Mo didn't want to waste his energy on this matter.

Then he looked at Feng Nuonian:

"This matter is both a big deal and a small deal. I believe you should know how to handle it."

Feng Nuonian understood immediately.

"My father and I will handle this matter well and will certainly not let the Third Young Master down."

She knew that this was a test from the Third Young Master for their branch of the family.

And so, Feng Nuonian once again said goodbye to his stomach.

It was just past dusk that day.

From deep within Huanjiang Road, the sounds of traditional opera could be heard.

The constant, high-pitched murmurs sounded extremely eerie.

It seemed as if, not far away on Huanjiang Road, an actor was singing loudly on a high platform.

During the day, however, Feng Mo did not recall any stage for opera performances, nor did he see any opera troupes.

When the murmurs appear, Xiaobai reacts very strongly.

This reminded Feng Mo of the night he fought against the aftermath of the strange disaster in Jiangqing Village:

"It seems that something sinister lurking in the shadows is beginning to emerge."

He muttered to himself.

At the same time, whenever this tune is heard,

Then, accompanied by waves of eerie energy, it rushed towards the stomach, like a battle horn.

However, under Feng Mo's arrow tower, these strange creatures were all overestimating their own abilities.

……

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past two nights, since the addition of opera music, the number of strange occurrences in the supernatural disaster has continued to rise.

Feng Mo's arrow towers were also increased from eight to a ninth.

Meanwhile, the arrow tower, which was specifically used for upgrades, finally advanced from Tier 1 to Tier 2 after experiencing a strange upgrade over the past few days.

The number of kills required for the next upgrade is now 500, which is five times more than before.

Dawn is breaking.

Feng Mo arrived at the backyard and looked at the second-tier arrow tower, which was a whole floor taller than the other arrow towers.

The difference between a Tier 1 arrow tower and a Tier 2 arrow tower is now vast.

The attack speed is twice that of Tier 1, and the attack range is more than three times larger!

Its power is even more astonishing.

An arrow was shot out, like a dragon emerging from the sea, each shot accompanied by a sharp whistling sound as it pierced the air.

If they are arranged in a strange line, they can be pierced through by a single arrow!

With such a powerful tool, Feng Mo was overjoyed.

Compared to the technique of "summoning gods," he now has another trump card.

He gazed into the depths of Huanjiang Road.

The opera singing also began to gain momentum, and the rhythm seemed to speed up considerably.

In addition, the number of strange occurrences has surged in the past two days, which is clearly too abnormal.

An even bigger crisis seems to be brewing.

At the same time, Feng Mo was also making his own plans.

……

On the other side, inside the Xisang Temple.

After enduring the harassment of being besieged by more than a dozen strange creatures, Huang Lao Er finally found some peace and quiet.

In the past few days, he has felt that the pressure at the Xisang Temple has significantly decreased.

It was so eerie that you couldn't see a single strange creature all night.

However, Huang Lao Er was not idle either.

He ordered his men to make yellow paper, cut white silk, and make paper figures. The busy work in the past few days to deal with the strange disaster had made him quite pale.

His already aged appearance made him look like a frail old man about to enter his coffin.

"Father, you should rest now."

"...Shang'er, you have never seen a calamity, you do not understand its terror. We must be prepared to be absolutely sure."

Huang Lao Er could only sigh in response to his son's advice.

Seeing that he couldn't persuade his father otherwise, Huang Shang changed the subject:

"What did our main family say from Jiangxia, Father?"

"The court has ordered us to hold out to the death. I have already sent someone to our master's post station to ask for help, but there has been no reply. I'm afraid we can only rely on ourselves."

Upon hearing his father's words, Huang Shang fell silent.

Huang Shang finally understood why his father was so tired.

The lack of a reply meant that they had been abandoned at the entrance of the temple in Jiangbai Village.

Huang Lao Er looked around and examined the results of the past few days.

The outer walls have been reinforced again, but without runes, they are useless against the eerie creatures.

But it is also a necessary step.

There are many ordinary people in the Xisang Temple.

The high outer wall that has been erected does give people a sense of security.

At this point in time, this peace of mind is extremely important.

Yellow paper, white silk, and gold ingots were scattered all around, and paper figures with rouge on their cheeks were placed every ten steps.

At this moment, the entire Xisang Temple resembled a cemetery, bearing no resemblance to a sacred place of worship.

"I wonder how things are going with Master Tang."

He used a communication talisman to contact the temple master of the Temple of Misfortune again and inquire about the situation there.

But the situation was exactly the same on the Tang Temple Master's side.

The other party even performed a divination, saying that Jiangbai Village's fortunes had been good these past few days, with signs of good luck already emerging.

This was an unprecedented and bizarre event, occurring at a time when a calamity was imminent.

Both of them were filled with doubt and confusion, and at one point even thought it was a manifestation of their ancestors.

Despite how strange it was, Huang Lao Er felt somewhat relieved after hearing what Master Tang had to say.

"By the way, how is the situation with Temple Master Feng?" Tang Ren asked through the communication talisman.

Ever since Feng Mo surprised him last time, he has asked about it every time he receives a letter from Huang Lao Er.

"You mean him..." Huang Lao Er recalled what he had seen when he left Wuzha Temple that day and told the other person everything.

Tang Ren remained silent for a long time on the other end of the communication talisman before finally speaking:

Are you sure you're not dreaming?

The configuration of arrow towers alone is comparable to that of a newly emerging town.

"Xiao Huang, is what your father said true?" Tang Ren was still uneasy, so he asked Huang Ren, who was always by his father's side, for confirmation. The answer he received was exactly the same:

"Really, I can assure my father that every single word is true."

Tang Ren fell silent again: "So, when Master Feng first arrived in our Jiangbai Village, it was all an act?"

"Who says otherwise?"

Although I don't know what happened within the Feng family to produce such a person.

They both vividly remember the time when Feng Mo was suppressed.

But every few days, the other side would suddenly rise to prominence, like a fish leaping over the dragon gate.

Huang Lao Er sighed again, "We're old enough to die, but it's such a pity that the other side died here."

"Now that you put it that way, I'm starting to think about trying to win him over."

"Even at this time, you are still thinking about contributing to the clan. You truly are worthy of being called Brother Tang."

"And he's an architect, a trained architect at that. If we can really win him over, you'll be set for life in the Tang family."

Huang Lao Er and Tang Ren continued to boast like this.

But when Huang Lao Er heard the other party mention family, he asked again:

"By the way, I remember you also asked your main family for help, right? What response did your Tang family in Jinjiang give?"

"no."

"Ugh...me too."

Two short sentences.

Regardless of loyalty or folly.

Under the general trend of impending strange disasters

Their fates, however, seemed to be cut from the same mold.

……

By evening.

Feng Mo stood outside the gate of the Five Internal Organs Temple.

After these days of spreading, the spiritual herb has grown out of the temple courtyard and spread across the surrounding ground.

At night, a faint blue light illuminates the area around the stomach, significantly increasing visibility.

This light is not just for illumination.

It also has the effect of dispelling evil spirits.

Wherever spiritual herbs spread in abundance, both the Smiling Ghost and the Gauntlet Ghost will generally take a detour, as if they utterly despise them.

However, when it spread to Huanjiang Road, the herb could no longer advance an inch.

It seemed as if something was deliberately repelling these spiritual herbs; wherever they spread, they immediately withered and died.

Feng Mo also tried these medicinal herbs.

He can control them like he controls arrow towers.

As long as it's within his sight, he can adjust the light of the spirit herb at any time, making it indistinguishable from ordinary weeds, which means he can control its influence on the strange creature.

This gave Feng Mo a clever idea.

Perhaps he could use spiritual herbs as a barrier, like in a tower defense game, to drive the eerie creatures to a specific route.

Let's broaden our perspective further.

If the spiritual herbs are planted on the roads, the problem of not being able to go out at night can be solved.

Of course, this is on the premise that you don't encounter second-order weirdness.

Fortunately, the most common type of anomaly in this world is the first-order anomaly.

In comparison, some ordinary people may never even see a second-order anomaly a few times in their entire lives.

Feng Mo immediately put this idea into practice.

He first created an isolation zone around the Five Stomachs Temple, diverting the strange phenomenon to the area of ​​the upgraded arrow towers and attack speed arrow towers.

In this way, with a limited number of strange towers, both towers can be steadily upgraded.

As for the route for nighttime travel, Feng Mo specially planned one that connects Jiangbai Village with the nearest Xisang Temple.

"If I wait for the spiritual herb to grow for a while, I won't be stuck in my stomach anymore."

It can help to open up the outer perimeter of the stomach.

Moreover, the spiritual herb can provide an immediate warning should any situation arise.

Feng Mo gazed at the spiritual herb shimmering with a faint blue light at his feet and murmured, "That song really wasn't sung in vain."

Now that I've actually tried it out, I find it really amazing!

At the same time, that eerie voice echoed through the air once more.

It even seems clearer than before.