This seat has been reborn as a rebel of Xianzun

Feng Wujing's disgust and fear towards Chi Cang came from the bottom of his heart.They have known each other for so long that they almost forgot what happened at that time.

Memories can be forgotten, but the body's subconscious repulsion shows that that experience was etched in his heart. The fragments of Feng Wujing and Chi Cang's getting along seemed to be inexplicably blurred and weathered, leaving only afterimages.

Although I hate this feeling, I still should ask clearly.

This was the thought that flashed through Feng Wujing's mind when he set foot in this deserted village.

The deserted village is not far from the city where it is settled, but it becomes more and more remote and desolate as you go. The dead leaves around are turning and falling, and there is a dull crunching sound when you step on it.

Pale and misty mist floats above the head, covering the shade of the trees. The surface of the ancient trees is full of ravines. From time to time, you can hear a few crows. The noisy crows draw a deep black arc on the top of the tree, and occasionally drop a few strands with fluff. The feathered wings, stacked on top of the dead leaves, spread to the far end.

The demon's instinct made Feng Wujing keenly aware that something was wrong with this village. It was shrouded in dark clouds, and it was lifeless and depressing.

But this is the world, not the devil world.

The arrow in the pocket was wrapped with a strip of cloth, and the originally looming black glow finally dissipated completely, which seemed to be a deliberate coincidence.

Feng Wujing drew out the long arrow with his slender fingers, the white feather on the tail of the arrow was pure and clean, and the tip of the arrow was even stained with black blood, Tao Wu's blood.

He followed the arrows with his eyes, but found nothing, and finally drove the magic power to his fingertips expressionlessly, and the long arrows instantly turned into powder and scattered all over the ground.

The village is very quiet.

On the inscription at the head of the village, the handwriting is illegible, and due to years of disrepair, it is covered with overlapping spider silk.

There is a well at the entrance of the village, perhaps because it has just rained, the well is still bubbling.

Heimang disappeared here?

Why did Chi Cang let him come here?

Feng Wujing looked down at the bottomless well and walked straight to the village.

"The people in that village died in a strange way."

This is what Gu Langqing told him.

Feng Wujing was very irritable. His main purpose of coming here was not to find out how the villagers died, but to find Chi Cang.

However, since Chi Cang led him to this strange place, there is a high probability that his whereabouts are also related to the bizarre events in this village.

It was clearly noon, but the sky was completely dark, Feng Wujing directly pushed open the door of a room.

Accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of the rotten door pivot, Feng Wujing stepped into the inner room.

Dust is coming in—

Feng Wujing had already held his breath, closed his eyes at this moment, and used his spiritual sense to touch the thick black mist in the room.

When he was outside the village, Feng Wujing had already used his divine sense to detect the village. The divine sense is the aura shared by all cultivators, and can "see" things within a certain distance on their behalf.

Different abilities naturally have different touch ranges. The distance that the Demon Lord can "see" has always been very far, almost enveloping the entire Demon World.

Generally speaking, things within the field of vision of the divine consciousness are clearly visible, but beyond the range, only darkness can be seen.

However, Feng Wujing couldn't see anything in this human village. This was really unbelievable. He couldn't help mobilizing his whole body to guard against emergencies.

Feng Wujing slowly opened his eyes after the choking dust fell to the ground.

There was a thin layer of dust on the utensils in the room, and it was obvious that no one had lived there for a long time.

He noticed the dried blood stains on the wooden floor under his feet, and walked in step by step.

The stove is very clean, and the pots and pans are neatly arranged, obviously tidy - where is the owner?

The doors of the two rooms in the back room are closed, which should be bedrooms.

"Master Mozun, it's not good to randomly open the doors of other people's houses."

Gu Langqing's voice came from behind, and his voice echoed in the small quiet room. Feng Wujing turned his head subconsciously and vigilantly. Gu Langqing pinched the folding fan in his hand and lightly tapped his aggressive hand Wrist, step forward.

Then, logically, he opened the bedroom door directly.

The touch of the wrist only stayed for a moment, and the white shadow jumped forward, looked at the things in the room, and closed the door as if nothing had happened.

Feng Wujing: "..."

He stepped forward and grabbed Gu Langqing's wrist that stood in front of him, "Is this what Gu Xianzun said was bad?"

Gu Langqing looked at him with a smile, his face looked a bit innocent: "It's not good, but I am willing to do some bad things."

Feng Wujing was speechless, and went directly to push the door, but was stopped by Gu Langqing, the two saw their tricks, and they just started fighting in this small room. It floated up under the movement, causing people to squint their eyes slightly.

Feng Wujing was very angry.

Gu Langqing followed him again and again, disturbing him, it was very troublesome.

But the two of them are evenly matched, and this fight will only hurt both sides.

Feng Wujing tried his best to ignore the strange emotions in his heart that he couldn't bear to fight with Gu Langqing, and blamed the cause on both sides' losses.

He withdrew his hand hastily, and said angrily: "What are you doing blocking me?"

Gu Langqing blinked, and wiped the blush from the fight on his cheeks: "There is no blocking, you are the one who grabbed me, and you hit me for no reason."

Feng Wujing: "Get out of the way."

Sure enough, Gu Langqing turned his body sideways, Feng Wujing pushed the door open with his hand, and leaned half of his body inside.

Looking at the scene in front of him, he frowned.

Gu Langqing opened the fan and followed behind Feng Wujing, his wrist swayed slightly, and the hair on his sideburns was beating.

He said: "Master Mozun, how about it, it looks good."

Feng Wujing's eyebrows twitched.

There were three corpses lying on the ground, and none of the three corpses was wearing clothes.

On the exposed torso, dark black patterns are all outlined.

What's even weirder is that the shape of the pattern is very familiar.

Spread upward from the ankle to the root of the thigh, where the skin is so swollen that it cannot be seen clearly, and then upwards, the chest, abdomen, and head, all have strange lines from the inside out.

It was the spider silk patterns on the legs of the villagers in Gu Langqing's illusion, Zhou Gezhuang.

This is an obvious family of three, a man, a woman, and a child. All of them have swollen bodies that are not human-like, and their stretched skin is white and shiny, and the clear and distinct spider silk lines on it are even more frightening.

The three of them were lying on the ground.

There was a pool of blood that had dried up and turned black on the ground.

Enduring nausea, Feng Wujing stepped forward and used magic power to turn the three corpses inside out.

He looked down and turned back without changing his expression.

Gu Langqing seemed to be used to it: "I arrived earlier than you, and went to see other houses first, and it's the same."

Feng Wujing twitched his hand pointing at the three corpses.

Gu Langqing said: "No eyes, strange lines."

"It's just that these lines have different shapes, you just have to look at them."

Following Feng Wujing's finger down, one could see three hideous faces, all of which looked pained, with their mouths opened wide, as if they were calling for help.

Not only that, but these three faces have one thing in common.

Where the eyes should have been, now there are only two deep black blood holes left.

The hole was very deep, and blood overflowed from the eye sockets, staining the entire face, and even the broken and shriveled blood vessels in the eye sockets of the three people could be clearly seen, as well as the remaining whites of the eyeballs.

They were gouged by life.

Feng Wujing was no stranger to this kind of scene, but when he suddenly saw such a bloody scene, he still felt a surge of irritability in his heart.

Quickly waved his hands and turned the three corpses over again, Feng Wujing choked out the sweet blood that welled up from his throat, coughed violently, and walked out of the room.

Gu Langqing looked at the figure coming out of the door, and immediately began to look for drinking water in the courtyard.

Feng Wujing had a terrible cough, and he didn't drink the medicine he made for him before...

However, that medicine did treat the symptoms but not the root cause. To know the current situation of Feng Wujing, he had to find Chi Cang as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Gu Langqing searched for a week, but he couldn't find a source of water around the house.

He still decided to keep up with them first.

Not far away, the gap between Feng Wujing's fingers covering his mouth was filled with blood, which made his complexion even paler.

Gu Langqing frowned, looking around.

The crows flew over and landed on the land not far away. The land was barren, and several crows were eating carrion from nowhere. The air was filled with an unknown stench.

On the land where the crow stayed, there were no weeds, and the dry cracks spread far away...

Gu Langqing stepped forward: "This village seems to have been in drought for a long time, without water."

Feng Wujing recovered from the severe cough, and wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his hand.

Gu Langqing wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Feng Wujing: "I was at the entrance of the village, and I saw a well with water in it."

Gu Langqing paused, Feng Wujing said: "I won't drink, I'll let you go and have a look."

"Then you wait here for me."

Feng Wujing was irritated at this moment and didn't want to get entangled in other things, so he waved his hand hastily to express his agreement.

He followed the intricate paths in the village and walked into a few more houses. The conditions in the houses were indeed very similar, with both eyes gouged out and different lines on the body.

The spider silk pattern, the beast pattern, the insect fish pattern... very creepy.

The land where crops should have been planted has dried up, and it has indeed been dry for a long time.

However, just now he did see a deep well that was bubbling and bubbling at the entrance of the village.

If there is a drought, there should be no rain, and if there is no rain, there should be no rain.

Feng Wujing was very strange, the sky was getting darker and gloomy now, it should be that the sun, which was covered by dark clouds, was about to set, and a faint light shone through from the distant mountains.

He walked towards the mountain.

The messy and thick fog in front of him was suddenly swept away.

It was as if the two worlds were separated. If you take a step forward, the mist will dissipate. If you take a step back, you will be covered in dull white mist again.

What was displayed in front of Feng Wujing was an empty lake.

There is no gloomy fog, no thick black clouds, no ominous crows.

Some are just a clear, translucent, blue and beautiful lake.

As the sun sets in the west, the bright red sun with warmth spreads over the sparkling lake, quiet and peaceful.