The team had a large number of people, tens of thousands of them, scattered on nearly a thousand animal carts of various sizes. The beasts pulling the carts were very strong, and they could pull a ten-foot-long carriage with just two ends, even if it was fully loaded.
Picking up people and goods is still effortless.
On the periphery of the team, there are also riders riding wildebeests.
The riders are all young monks, both men and women, all wearing armor. They are responsible for wandering around the outside, either with the help of magic weapons or spiritual beasts, in order to help the team detect threats in advance.
On the cart at the front of the team, an old man wearing luxurious clothes and a jade crown stood leaning on the railing. He looked at the thick fog in front of him, his brows furrowed together, with a worried look on his face.
He is the head of the Wu family in Wunan Prefecture, named Wu Renxun.
The Wu family in Wunan was originally a foundation-building family.
But no one expected that the foundation built by generations and thousands of years would fall apart due to a disaster. After the family members died in battles one after another, the Wu family was reduced to him alone.
The current purpose of the Wu family's convoy is to go to Qingbufang, Wunan Prefecture. This is the Wunan survivor camp. Now that aphansia is raging in the north of the mountain, it is the closest shelter to the Wu family. It is said that there are also gold
Dan Zhenren is in charge and can provide necessary security.
At this moment, a young man in rich attire came up from behind and bowed.
"Report to the Patriarch, we have used a star finder to calculate the exact location of the convoy. It is still a thousand miles away from Qingbufang. At the current speed, it will only take two days to arrive. Patriarch, look, tonight we are looking for a
Set up camp at a safe place, or continue on the road to Fangshi overnight?"
"Traveling all night?" Wu Renxun shook his head.
Under the raging disease of soul-losing, serious disasters occurred everywhere in the north of the mountain. Countless cities and fairy houses were destroyed. The wilderness was full of wandering soul-losing people. It didn't matter if they encountered those transformed from mortals, even if there were tens of thousands.
It's just a lot of extra work.
But if one is unlucky and encounters a lost soul transformed by a high-level monk, with their terrifying strength, the entire Wu family may be destroyed.
Besides, every time night falls.
Those extremely ferocious ghost cultivators will also enter the active phase. They like darkness and hate light. At this time, they will end their hibernation during the day and come out to look for blood food for the practice of skills.
"If we walk for half an hour and there is no suitable campsite, we will camp in place."
"Yes!" The young man in fine clothes nodded.
The team continued to move forward and encountered an abandoned mortal dock. After cleaning it up and killing the lost souls inside, the Wu family decided to camp here tonight.
Although the mortal fort is only made of earth and stone, it is better protected by a thin wall and a shallow ditch.
In comparison, the wilderness is unobstructed.
Once you encounter a lost soul, there is not even the slightest buffer.
As the head of the Wu family, Wu Renxun naturally knows how to choose.
At sunset and dusk, night slowly invades the earth.
Just like usual, after the silence and light-restriction restrictions covering the Wubao were set up, the Wu family members who had been in silence all the way got out of the car one after another, or started to light a fire to cook meals, or gathered in twos and threes.
Let’s talk together to relieve the depression in our hearts.
"Woo!" came the whistle.
Wu Renxun, who was sitting quietly with his eyes closed on the gate tower of Wubao, suddenly opened his eyes when he heard the sound. He immediately looked towards the place where the sound came from and found that the monk who blew the warning whistle was pointing at the stone road in front of Wubao.
A figure in black walked slowly over there.
Wu Renxun's heart trembled.
As a foundation-building monk, he is naturally aware of the dangers at night.
Now that the lost souls are raging and ghost cultivators are becoming more and more rampant, he is still able to protect himself during the day, but at night he becomes a prey.
But now.
He actually saw someone walking alone in the dark night!
Such an unreasonable scene made Wu Renxun unable to help but become suspicious.
Is this a living person or a ghost cultivator?
But no matter what kind of existence it is, I'm afraid it's not something the Wu family can mess with.
"Hey, he didn't do anything!" Wu Renxun felt a little relieved, thinking that it might be a living person.
According to past observations, whether it is high-level lost souls or those ghost cultivators who stay day and night, when they see living people like them, they will attack them without saying a word. Unlike now, they will be quiet.
Waiting under the gate, waiting to make contact with the people inside.
Wu Renxun's eyes lit up and he thought of something.
Immediately afterwards, he turned to look behind him, glanced at the Wu family monks, looked at each other, and then said in a deep voice: "Guiyun, go down and see if any seniors have arrived."
"Yes, clan leader!" The person named was a middle-aged man with a sickly appearance and a third-level Qi refining level.
This should have been the most prosperous period of the monk's life, but now he is as sick as a tuberculosis ghost. His face is pale, his lips are an abnormal purple color, he is hunched over, and he coughs several times from time to time. Gein was poisoned not long ago.
It was caused by practicing ghost magic and having most of his life energy taken away.
Wu Guiyun jumped off the village wall without any hesitation.
It's not that he's not afraid of death, it's that he knows he has no choice.
As a member of the branch of the Wu family, his status is not as good as that of the main branch. Now that his life is not long, if he still wants his wife, children and children to survive, he can only obey the orders honestly.
When he reached the edge of the restriction, with only about ten feet left, Wu Guiyun stopped subconsciously. After a moment of hesitation, he looked back at the gate tower.
Thinking of his family, he gritted his teeth and moved on.
Wu Guiyun approached the edge of the restriction, his sight passed through the heavy pale fog, and finally saw the image of the person coming, and found a young man wearing a black robe. Although this person had no expression on his face, his appearance could be called "Feng Biao"
"Long Zi" can be said to be no less impressive than the heirs of a large number of aristocratic families he had seen in the old days.
The feeling in my throat was finally put down.
Wu Guiyun secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The person facing him was obviously a living person, and he was suspected to be from a prominent family. In China, background is almost equal to strength. The more noble the monk, the stronger the strength.
It is not surprising that such a noble person has the ability to walk through the dark night.
"Wu Nan Wu Guiyun, I wonder who the senior is?"
"Wu Nan Wu Family? I've never heard of it. My surname is Chen Dan, whose name is winter. Can you let me stay there for one night? By the way, I also want to ask you something." Lu Zhong glanced at the tuberculosis monk in front of him.
, deliberately leaking an aura equivalent to the cultivation level of foundation building, and replied in a dull voice.
"It turns out it's Senior Chen. The Wu family is just a Han clan. It's natural that Senior hasn't heard of it!" Wu Guiyun sensed the aura, and his attitude became more respectful, and said: "As for your request, Senior, this matter, Junior
I cannot be the master, but I hope you will forgive me. Please wait here for the time being and allow me to go and report to the clan leader."
"Go, go and come back quickly." Lu Zhong said calmly.
Looking at the figure who was about to receive amnesty and quickly turned around and ran towards the wall, he remembered that today was a special day. It had been exactly half a year since he passed the high-walled secret passage and came to the Middle-earth.
What I saw and heard on the road can only be described as hell on earth.
Corpses piled up into mountains, thousands of people were silent and deserted.
In the vast land, there are only those who have lost their souls and ghost cultivators who are like flies. People can't help but wonder what happened here.
These two posed no threat to Lu Zhong. He tried to get the information he wanted to know through their mouths, but all failed.
The former has no intelligence at all, and is full of aggression towards living beings. Without souls, even the soul-searching technique cannot be used. The latter is not aware that the Yin Qi is too heavy, corroding his own brain, and every one of them
They were all very vague and basically couldn't get much information out of them.
Nowadays, it is rare to meet a living person, so there is no reason to miss it.
Soon, a group of people came out of the village.
At this moment, Wu Renxun was walking at the front of the crowd, his eyes fell on the monk who called himself "Chen Dong", and he felt a little relieved when he sensed the cultivation level of the monk in the early stage of foundation building.
"I am in the late stage of foundation building. Even if this person is really from a wealthy family, my strength can still dominate him."
But he soon thought that the other party was only in the early stage of foundation building, but he dared to travel outside alone. He was probably carrying a protective spiritual object such as a talisman. The confidence that had just arisen in his heart seemed to be poured with ice water.
Generally, it disappears immediately.
Wu Renxun then thought again, with the Wu family in such a state of decline, the other party has nothing to gain. The only things of some value are some martial arts books and the remaining ten thousand spiritual stones. If "Chen Dong" wants
If so, just give it all to him.
On the left and right is a living person, who seems to be a righteous monk.
It is unlikely that he will kill people casually.
Therefore, by allowing the other party to stay overnight, it is actually the Wu family that takes advantage. With such a helper in the foundation-building period, the safety tonight can be a little more guaranteed.
Thinking of this, he said to "Chen Dong" with a smile on his face:
"Wu Nan Wu Renxun, please come and invite fellow Daoist Chen!"
Welcoming Lu Zhong into the packed lobby of Wubao, this was supposed to be Wu Renxun's overnight residence tonight, and now it is just suitable for entertaining distinguished guests.
The guests and hosts were seated, and tea was quickly served.
Only then did the two officially start talking.
"I wonder where my friends came from and where they are going?" Wu Renxun said with a smile.
"Where's the origin? It's not convenient to tell you at the moment. Sorry! I came here rashly this time just to find out how to get to the Xianling Sect now." Lu Zhong said the prepared words.
"It doesn't matter, but the Xianling Sect mentioned by fellow Taoists is located in the southern territory of Guimiao, and the place we are now in is in the north of the mountain, which is the western territory of Guimiao. It is hundreds of thousands of miles away. In the past, it would have been
That's all, with the current level of cultivation of fellow Taoist, I'm afraid..." Wu Renxun lightly twisted his long beard and frowned.
After he said this, he continued: "I don't think it's better than this. Fellow Taoist, why don't we go with my Wu family and go to Qingbufang together. Even if we are unlucky later and encounter a lost soul that cannot be solved, or encounter a
Those vicious ghost cultivators should take care of each other."
Lu Zhong remained silent.
In his heart, he was secretly thinking that Wu Renxun's words were in line with his wishes.
So he agreed without any hesitation.
Afterwards, the two of them talked by candlelight at night, and Lu Zhong asked everything he wanted to know one by one, and finally had a basic understanding of the place in the north of the mountain where he was currently.
I also got a map by the way.
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The night was uneventful.
Early the next morning, the Wu family's motorcade continued to set off.
Lu Zhong was placed on a beast cart, and there were two 28-year-old maids inside. They looked pretty, and they had the first or second level of Qi refining.
After some conversation, we learned that they were actually sisters, and they were singers raised by the Wu family.
In their words, the two women were full of hints.
If it weren't for Lu Zhong's identity, he would have taken the initiative to undress and take off his clothes.
Lu Zhong knew what they were thinking.
It's nothing more than being in troubled times and looking for a safe place to rely on.
Ignoring the two women, Lu Zhong sat up quietly with his eyes closed, and thoughts began to swirl in his heart, thinking about the purpose of his trip.
On the one hand, he naturally wants to understand the severity of "lost soul syndrome" and its impact on the world of immortal cultivation in China, especially the Gui Miaozong, which is related to how he should make decisions in the future;
On the other hand, I am also planning to treat it as a journey to see if I can get some opportunities and go further on the road.
Due to the constant encounters with lost souls, the convoy's progress was slow, and it had to take a long detour from time to time to avoid the danger ahead.
We went like this until noon, then we chose a place to rest temporarily.
This place was originally a manor, and it can be seen that it was once an idyllic land with slender roads and fertile fields.
But with the advent of disaster, all the mortals living here were killed and injured, and they were completely reduced to death. Only the dry seedlings in the sandy soil were left, still telling people about the past prosperity of this place.
I don't know if fate turned out to be a coincidence, but the Wu family actually found a buried grain depot in the ruins of the manor. The prohibition circle was not damaged, so the rice and grain inside were well preserved.
After some inventory, I found that not only were there more than 70,000 kilograms of ordinary rice, but also several thousand kilograms of spiritual rice, which was a small surprise.
After such an interlude, and as we got closer and closer to the destination, the atmosphere in the team finally became a lot more lively.
After marching for another half day, the team chose a place to spend the night.
But this time, the Wu family was not as lucky as last night.
The convoy came to a hilly area. Most of the hills here are more than ten feet high. There are still terraces developed by mortals in the past. However, except for the ruins of villages, there are no safe places nearby.
Seeing that the sun was about to set and the dangerous night was approaching, Wu Renxun, the leader of the clan, had no choice but to issue an order to camp on the spot.
However, as soon as the convoy started setting up camp, Lu Zhong sensed the presence of a large number of living people in the northwest direction. The highest spiritual energy fluctuation was only in the middle stage of foundation establishment. Because he could not detect the threat, he simply ignored it.
Not long after, magic fireworks lit up over there.
After some communication between the two parties, Lu Zhong learned that it was actually a family convoy with Qingbufang as its destination just like the Wu family. However, they were not from Wunan Mansion, but from Guangyuan next door.
The Lin family in the mansion.
According to the head of the Lin family, Guangyuan Mansion was attacked by ghost cultivators not long ago and was completely destroyed after the death of the real person in charge.
They also escaped from death and lost most of their clan members before they managed to escape.
