"A'Yong? A'Yong?" Someone was shaking his shoulder in a daze.
He leaped out as if from deep water, breathing rapidly and panting heavily.
Wang Yong looked around in horror, Lu Huaimin and Xue Changming were looking at him with puzzled expressions.
He looked at the dilapidated wooden door in front of him, the dark cracks quietly widening, and the impenetrable darkness inside the house made him take a few steps back.
"A'Yong, what's wrong with you?" Lu Huaimin stared at the panicked Wang Yong in confusion. He had never seen his brother like this, as if he had experienced something extremely terrifying, his whole person mentally distraught.
Just now, he had been pushing Wang Yong for a long time, only to see him staring at the crack in the door, completely unresponsive.
"I, I'm fine. I just, had a nightmare." Wang Yong shook his head, looking at the dark clouds occupying half of the sky in the distance. It was already very late.
He remembered the dreamlike scene just now, and a chill arose spontaneously.
Lu Huaimin didn't care too much. He had only seen him standing in front of the earthen house in a daze, thinking he had seen something.
Since they didn't find any villagers, they could only join up with Jiang Wen and the others to see if they had found anything on their side.
The old ranger spoke of what he had seen. Originally, he thought the villagers were just resting early, but now it seemed that this place was particularly strange.
Everyone in the world yearns to enter the Langhuan Academy.
Yan Gongli didn't believe the woman's words. She moved closer to Jiang Wen, and whispered in his ear, "This girl is not simple."
"Everyone is laughing." Liang Yuan didn't follow Lu Huaimin's words, but looked at the small house not far away and said. "Why don't we spend the night there today? I searched this village when I came, and it was all empty."
"Playing rogue," Yan Gongli said softly.
"To think it's a disciple of the Langhuan Academy, I'm fortunate indeed." Lu Huaimin said respectfully.
Disciples of the Langhuan Academy rarely appear in the world now, but in the hearts of the people, the academy is still a sacred place for scholars. All the scholars in the world yearn for it.
"Miss Liang, could it be that your Taoism comes from the Langhuan Academy?" Xue Changming looked at Liang Yuan's drawing of symbols and asked curiously.
The two behind him nodded. Wang Yong wiped the sweat from his forehead, soothing his pounding heart.
"Yes." Liang Yuan smiled. "I have learned some martial arts and Taoism. This time, I am going to Yangzhou."
Outside, nothing could be seen. The only source of light in the world seemed to be the crackling fire.
This village is also strange. Several houses clearly still have the air of people living in them, but no living people are seen. Being so close to Yunze, I'm afraid something unexpected has happened.
When he walked to the corner, he couldn't help but look back at the black wooden door. An old man's face with a few yellow teeth showing was stuck in the crack of the door, looking at him with a smile.
"As long as she doesn't harm people, it has nothing to do with us." Jiang Wen laughed upon hearing this.
Several people used wooden racks to put up their clothes and put them by the fire to dry.
Liang Yuan pinched her fingers and drew a symbol in the air, and starlight flickered on her fingers: "Some small tricks, not worthy of the grand stage."
"I don't know who this is..."
But whenever the Langhuan Academy appears in the world, it produces unparalleled Confucian scholars.
Liang Yuan pasted paper charms on the door frames and windows, and drew a circle with her long sword to surround the group.
"Let's go join Brother Jiang first. It's so strange around here, you'd better be careful."
If they encountered any misfortune, at least there would be some traces of chaos.
"Met just now." Xue Changming smiled.
Liang Yuan looked at Jiang Wen and discovered that Jiang Wen was taking off his wet clothes, revealing his lean upper body.
The woman beside Xue Changming heard the question, looked at him, raised her beautiful face, and replied with a smile: "My name is Liang Yuan, passing by this place to rest, and happened to meet you all."
Jiang Wen's body is not as delicate as others think, but it is also not as muscular as some.
"Miss Liang also knows Taoism?" Chi Gong was a little surprised, and so were several others who were equally puzzled.
Jiang Wen said, looking at the unfamiliar woman beside Xue Changming.
The long-term rain made the air particularly humid. The old ranger swung his knife on the wet firewood, and the muffled sound echoed in the house.
"That's true." Yan Gongli touched her forehead and said with a pout.
"Don't think wildly. Even if there is danger, with our skills, we will not fear even if a demon comes." Xue Changming said lightly, then got up, dismounted, and led the horse into the house.
"I always feel that this village is not right. Why don't we hurry on our way?" Chi Gong frowned. His intuition told him that this place was very dangerous.
Such cool weather, yet he was frightened into sweating by his own illusions. He found it a bit funny.
Even Jiang Wen, who was sleepy, was a little curious and wanted to know which immortal sect she was a disciple of.
There are very few people in the world who understand magic, and it is even rarer for cultivators to see it. It is rumored to be the art of immortals, and it is great luck for mortals to see it once in their lives.
Even wearing a raincoat, the boots were inevitably wet by the rain.
Wang Yong shook his head, and when he looked again, only the wooden door was swaying in the wind. "Could it be that I didn't rest well?"
The night became more and more intense, like ink dotted across the entire sky.
Anyone who noticed him couldn't help but praise him for having an eye-catching figure.
Her face flushed slightly, and she turned her head away from looking at him.
"What small tricks. If Miss Liang calls this small tricks, wouldn't we be useless people?" Lu Huaimin exclaimed.
A village of hundreds of people, but there was no trace of them, as if they had disappeared into thin air, which was a bit creepy to say.
"Looking at the girl's attire, she should be a cultivator?" Lu Huaimin asked curiously.
Yan Gongli took off her shoes, and her small and delicate feet stirred by the fire, while Jiang Wen warmed her feet to prevent her from catching a cold. After all, this girl is just a mortal now, prone to illness and hunger.
"The people in this village seem to have disappeared into thin air. When I went to look, the stove was still warm, and some bowls and chopsticks were still on the table with grains of rice untouched. This is too strange, without any signs of being ransacked."
"It's just learning some superficial things, not considered Taoism." Liang Yuan smiled.
"I didn't find anything else either. Looking at the neat furnishings in the house, it shouldn't be that they encountered any bandits. It's not early, and it would be a bit dangerous to travel further. Let's find a place to shelter from the rain and think of a way when it's light. We can't just stand outside in the rain because of these things."
"What are you saying? Just airing out the wet clothes." Jiang Wen said.
In order to conceal his identity as a cultivator, he didn't use his magic power to shield himself from the rain along the way. Although it was not a big problem, it was still relatively uncomfortable.
Besides, everyone present is a man, so what's the big deal?
