Jiang Su took a step back, slowly put the knife back in front of him, and murmured in his mind: "Then what did I chop? The sound of the thing falling to the ground was very light, it was definitely not a human head rolling down... it couldn't be chopping firewood for them?"
In Jiang Su's knowledge, ordinary mortals fight with a tree fork.
The girl cleared her throat and said seriously: "Well, it's good firewood, so it will burn well. You guys are really interesting."
Jiang·praising people·tonal language·simple.
"So who are you?" The next moment, she retreated to Fang Zhe's side, waiting for the vision to happen with a cold face.
Fang Zhe's judgment should not be wrong. The people here currently have good intentions towards us. But they have never made a voice. Is it because they can't?
Are they all mutes? A village of mutes?
Jiang Su added hundreds of people to the dilapidated ancient city in his sea of consciousness. These people were all speechless and had their lips tightly shut.
"I can't make a sound... Is this a congenital disease? If local people have this condition, then it can be considered an endemic disease."
Endemic diseases refer to diseases that occur in a specific area and are closely related to a certain natural environment. It is like endemic goiter in today's world.
"An endemic disease in the world of cultivation?" Jiang Su said to himself in a low voice.
Fang Zhe couldn't understand the content, but he could sense that the little doctor seemed to regard these "fish-men" as patients.
If you can't cure fish people, it's because you don't have enough cultivation.
He actually had some guesses about the origins of these murlocs. The words "demon" and "transformation" had been lingering in his mind for a long time. It might be that they failed to transform into humans, or it might be that humans were influenced and turned into demons unintentionally.
Fang Zhe had seen these things in the Eastern Region, and it was like a piece of writing from the past was engraved in his mind. At this moment, the disconnected sea of consciousness just had thousands of knots, tying up a fragment, and he could suddenly understand it.
"Demon——" The man in red clothes was afraid that the little doctor wouldn't be able to hear him, so he dragged his voice to make sure she heard clearly.
Hearing this, Jiang Su asked in confusion, "What do you want?"
Fang Zhe pronounced more clearly, "Yao——"
This time the girl in green understood what she said, and repeated in a low voice: "You mean...monster?"
The man in red continued to spit out the next word: "Hua——"
"Flower??? What kind of flower? Is the demon flower a kind of eerie and beautiful flower?"
Fang Zhe squatted down, reached out and grabbed Jiang Su's slightly cold palm, and wrote carefully on the palm with his thick fingertips: "Demonization."
Jiang Su's attention was not focused on this. She was suddenly startled loudly: "Fang Zhe, can you write now??? Your illness is less severe again?!"
It's broken, it's broken, what if Fang Zhe's illness becomes mild, one day he wakes up completely, his consciousness grows again, and he no longer wants to work as a coolie for me... With his strength, it's hard to bear to let him go...
A scene with patients.
She did not express her inner thoughts, but instead thought about the two words written by Fang Zhe.
"Demonization? What he means is that there are demons here, and they are gradually transforming into humans?"
The girl in green clothes thought about this, she pulled out the hatchet from her waist, slowed down her steps and made a defensive posture.
Non-my family, its heart must be different.
Only then did she fully understand that the "people" around her were probably half-finished products that had not completely succeeded in demonizing people. Most of them were unable to speak because of this.
They haven't learned to speak yet.
Jiang Su timely reshaped the scene in the sea of consciousness, and she replaced hundreds of ordinary people with humanoids with occasional animalistic features. For example, some people had cat ears on their heads, another had a furry tail behind them, and even
There are also people with feathers on their arms.
"Can they understand human speech?"
Jiang Su turned her head and asked Fang Zhe, her eyes closed tightly. She didn't know that her expression looked very much like the statue worshiped by the local fishmen, especially her kind eyes with low eyebrows and compassionate eyes.
When the murlocs who were looking at people with one eye saw this scene, they all kowtowed and stopped in place. The next second, they gathered together in small groups, their mouths opened and closed, and their scaly skin was filled with water vapor.
They actually wiped away tears.
The bells and shells on their necks collided with each other, making crisp sounds. As they danced, the strings of conch shells on their wrists formed a special melody.
This is the sound of their communication.
"Huh?" Jiang Su frowned slightly, seeming to be aware of it, but she couldn't understand this melody. This was a sound unique to the ocean. The fish-man's upper body did not turn into a human being, he had no voice, and he could not speak. Their communication
More like borrowing frequency.
It's more obvious in the sea, but they have legs and can no longer go into the sea.
There are a number of simple wooden boats tied to the shore, which are the means by which these fishes who once lived in the ocean now make a living.
The big fish eats the small fish. The big fish comes ashore and eats the small fish with a fork.
The monkfish man sitting in the first place was stamping his feet hard. His feet were rubbing the ground with shoes made of mixed vegetation and cloth strips. He was saying to his companions: "Look! I said these are immortals from the sea! These two
The appearance of the figure is exactly the same as the portrait in Tonghai Temple in the city!"
The clown fishman kept kicking his legs, picked up the harpoon again, and beat the ground with the harpoon desperately: "You don't need to tell me! There is no such a beautiful fish among us fish! This is an immortal! A real man, the upper body is no longer there
A bit fishy!”
The bell rang, and a fish man said: "Then can they bless us to be able to completely transform into human form, as if we live here with those city people~"
"Then let's beg them! Just now that immortal was talking about firewood, do they also want to live with us in the city people's firewood sheds?"
"Hey, then I will go to Tengteng place and discuss with the people in the city to let the two immortals live here!"
Fang Zhe stood up again, nodded slightly and said, "Yeah." He was answering Jiang Su's question.
Can you understand?
Jiang Su thought to herself: Anyway, it would be nice if it was not an abandoned city after a great epidemic. It would save me a lot of trouble. There are many demons and full of spiritual energy. There must be a strange treasure here that can make the spiritual beasts become intelligent and transform into demons, which will also cause a lot of trouble.
"Forget it, Fang Zhe and I can just find a place to rest." Jiang Su muttered in his heart and made a decision.
"My dear...but the little senior sister's illness is more important."
"Fang Zhe." The girl in green patted him quietly and lowered her voice and said, "Let's go, don't ask them any more, just find a deserted place, and let's meditate all night."
The man in red raised his eyes, glanced around at the dark mass of fish-men surrounding the two, and reached out to grab the skirt of the girl in green at the back of her neck.
Jingle Bell--
Boom——
"Hey, did you hit me to death?!!"
"As expected of an immortal, he knocked all my old fish away!?"
The next second, he knocked his way out of the crowd of fishmen and disappeared from the side eyes of all the fishmen after a breath.
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In the ancient city——
In a large house.
Three or five women wearing different colorful clothes were sitting under the tree. On the table in front of them were large and small fruit plates with colorful fruits.
"What did those fish do today? Why are they so noisy?" A thick-lipped woman with a high bun said first, impatiently shaking off the water on the fruit in her hand.