After walking along the path for a while, the surrounding vegetation gradually became sparse.
Things of other colors began to appear around him, which made Wu Chong breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed that it was not him who had a problem, but that the valley was not normal to begin with.
There was a slight noise.
Wu Chong stopped instantly and looked forward. Three dark figures appeared in his blurry vision.
These three people had dark skin, ragged clothes, and held a large scythe in their hands. They all carried large bamboo baskets on their backs, filled with all kinds of strange plants. Judging from their cautious appearance, they seemed to be risking their lives.
It's the same as changing money.
"Herb collector?"
Before Wu Chong could speak, the three people over there also discovered his presence.
One of them quickly raised the scythe in his hand, looking alert, but the fear in his expression could not be concealed.
"Who is there!"
The cruel records of dream monsters flashed through the minds of the three of them.
Dream monsters can't even speak their own words. In their hearts, they don't want to be so unlucky and encounter a humanoid dream monster.
They've been discovered anyway, so it's best if they can communicate with each other, and we can't just send them on their way.
But before the man could finish his words, he noticed that the stone in the hand of the captain of the herb collector began to tremble, and then turned into deep red at an exaggerated speed. The color was as rich as blood!
Swish, swish, swish!
The three of them drew out their sickles at the same time, jumped back a step, and looked at Wu Chong warily.
While he was talking, the captain of the herb collector took out a pill from the gourd on his waist. It was dark, and he didn't know what it was made from.
Seeing that Wu Chong actually took out the medicinal materials, the captain of the herbal collectors breathed a sigh of relief. Because dream monsters cannot collect medicinal materials. They are all blind and cannot see the medicinal materials.
However, it was impossible for him to retreat. He had to find someone to communicate with in order to quickly understand the situation here.
"Brother Wu is probably parasitized." As he spoke, the captain of the herb collector looked at Wu Chong and asked.
But as he maintains his cultivation level, he can judge what the other party says through his mental frequency.
"I'm not the enemy."
After dispelling the other party's doubts, Wu Chong took advantage of the situation and said his name.
Still well prepared.
"If it's not a dream monster, then..."
"Of course he is a herb gatherer. Monsters in dreams cannot communicate. This is common sense."
The captain of the herb collector interrupted the nonsense of the two subordinates.
Although the three of them are also herb collectors, they are well organized and will not starve to death.
Wu Chong walked out slowly. He raised his hands to show that he had no ill intentions. But in his heart, he raised his vigilance to the highest level. Anyone in this strange place may bring danger to him. The two people from before
It left a deep impression on him personally.
Wu Chong said.
Freelance herb collector?
Wu Chong was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted and nodded to confirm the other party's guess.
"Brother, where are you from? Your voice sounds a little strange to me. Could it be that your throat is broken?"
"Who are you!"
"You are so brave, you dare to go to this place to collect medicine alone!"
After hearing Wu Chong's words, the three of them hesitated for a moment. Finally, they turned their attention to the captain of the herb collector and let him make the decision.
Wu Chong nodded.
"Let's check first to avoid dream monsters disguised themselves."
"Are you really a herb collector?" The three of them asked hesitantly after hearing the familiar words.
With a smile on his face, Wu Chong repeated what they had said before.
He was talking about the Great World of the First Demon. If Huang and Gu can survive here, it means that there is a certain chance that the words of the Great World of the First Demon can be used here.
Dream monster?
"Freelance forager?"
"It's all suffering, haha. There's nothing more terrible than poverty."
The words inside the stone emitted a burst of soft light, which quickly enveloped Wu Chong.
"I just said it's okay. Dream monsters can't talk. It's common sense."
The two herb collectors next to him also relaxed.
I saw the captain of the herb collector take out a stone from his arms and recite a spell to it. A faint spiritual power emanated from the head's body and blended into the stone.
Wu Chong said with certainty. The words that came out of his mouth had become the same language as the three herb collectors. For him in the Daluo realm, it is not difficult to learn their language. This advantage is over other
The monks who entered the door were incomparable because he had not lost his magical power.
Wu Chong took out the colorful mushroom that he had peeled before and gave it to the other party.
For an instant, a text lit up inside the stone.
"I'm just an ordinary herb collector."
Wu Chong had seen this type of writing before, and one of the two fighting men had used it, but the writing was much more complicated than the writing on the stone.
Freelance herb collectors are already miserable enough, but the results are yet to be harvested.
What the herb collector said was something Wu Chong had never heard before.
The more you talk, the more mistakes you make. Let’s take this opportunity to learn from the words of these herbal collectors.
"Looking at you like this, you don't have much to gain, right?" A herb collector glanced at Wu Chong, who was empty-handed, with a trace of pity on his face.
"Have Brother Wu had any nightmares recently?"
Wu Chong narrowed his eyes, vaguely understanding.
"This is a nightmare disease. If it is not treated in time, it will deteriorate into a parasite of dream monsters."
"Yes, I am a free herb collector."
"Wu Chong."
Using information from others to refute the other party's questions will increase the credibility of the words.
Seeing that Wu Chong showed no change in behavior, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.
The captain of the herb collector said with certainty.
The captain of the herb collection team said with a trembling voice. She was still holding a trace of luck in her heart, hoping that it would not be the worst outcome. The two people next to her were the same. They did not live up to their previous ease and retreated cautiously one by one.
"That's right."
The leader subconsciously froze when he heard Wu Chong's voice, because it was the first time for him to hear such syllables. But since he could communicate, no one cared. The man asked.
Dream monsters are naturally ferocious, have no intelligence, and cannot communicate, especially humanoid monsters. If you encounter them, they will be a natural disaster and cannot be defeated except by immortals.
Judging from the appearance of these three people, they don't look like strong men. They should not be able to reach the level of the previous two.
Seeing Wu Chong's affirmation, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief. Herb collectors are all miserable. If they really can't survive, who would do this work? And the danger in this place has never been people. This is common sense.
"These are the mushrooms I picked. Give them to my eldest brother."
"Yes, I have been having nightmares recently." Wu Chong nodded affirmatively, with a serious expression on his face.
The captain of the herb collector's eyes fell on Wu Chong.
"Eating this can cut off the infection of dream monsters." The herb collector still felt a little sore.
This pill is not cheap for their Kuhaha medicine collectors. Fortunately, the mushrooms Wu Chong gave him before were worth the price, otherwise he would really not be willing to give the medicine.
"Truncation of infection?"
Wu Chong took the small pill, observed it a little, and then took it in one gulp.