What does it have to do with the so-called "Prefect's" convoy in front?
Or is there any connection in itself?
The more he thought about it, the more doubts he had in his heart. However, as the distance between the monk and Qin Lang got closer and closer, Qin Lang's figure was also trying his best to cover up.
For example, this monk and the prefect's convoy in front of him, Qin Lang is completely confident that he can kill them all within three breaths.
Of course, this presupposes that there is no distracting lord here, otherwise in a place where he is unfamiliar with life, Qin Lang has only one way to escape.
The old monk walked past Qin Lang less than ten meters away, and as he passed by, the old monk glanced at Qin Lang.
However, probably because of his dim eyesight, he did not find Qin Lang hiding here.
When the distance between the two engines was a hundred meters, Qin Lang followed quietly.
It stopped not far from the convoy.
From this position, you can suddenly attack and kill them, but you can also stay away instantly when you sense something bad.
Sure enough, after the members of the prefect's motorcade saw the old monk, they didn't react at all, as if they were used to it.
After the "prefect" saw the old monk, she stood up and slowly helped the old monk sit on a stone.
The two of them didn't speak during the whole process, not even making a sound at all. Their way of communicating was very strange, and they used random wooden sticks to draw patterns on the ground.
The pattern is obscure and difficult to understand, of course this just depends on Qin Lang.
Constantly painting and wiping, their communication turned out to be like this. You can see it from the changes in their eyes and expressions.
About an hour later, the two of them ended their exchange, and then the old monk carried the beautiful "prefect" towards the carriage.
There was no talking all night, people in carriages came and went, no wonder there was no look of respect or awe, if there was, that would be a strange thing.
Early the next morning, the old monk walked out of the carriage with a peaceful and solemn look on his face, as if what happened yesterday had nothing to do with him.
Not long after, the prefect's motorcade set off, heading towards the front. The old monk stood there and watched the carriage disappear at the end, and then swayed towards another one.
We walked in the same direction, but it was not the direction back to the city.
In the process, Qin Lang discovered one thing, that is, these people did not eat without food. The "food" they ate was the elixir, Bigu Pill!
Sure enough, this is not a mortal world, but a strange world everywhere, as if it were a game?
Although the directions in which the old monk and the carriage team pulled away were not in opposite directions, they were still in the east and south directions.
Looking at these two directions, Qin Lang thought for a moment and decided to follow the old monk.
Again, he carries a chess game that only appears in China on Earth, and his profession is also a profession that only appears on Earth. So in terms of mystery, this old monk is better than the former by who knows how much!
The old monk moved forward very slowly. He spent the entire five days on the road.
When you're hungry, you eat Bigu Pills, when you're thirsty, you drink mountain spring water, and when you're tired, you sleep with your clothes on, just like the ascetic in clothes.
Of course, the premise is that I don't know what happened before.
Six days later, a city appeared where Qin Lang could see it. It was not a very big city, but it could at least accommodate hundreds of thousands of people.
Qin Lang did not expect that there were other cities in the world. He originally thought that there was only one city from beginning to end.
The old monk did not enter the city, but waited outside for about half an hour.
Several people came out of this city, several people who were as beautiful as flowers, but had no cultivation at all.
Empty has its appearance, but after a hundred years, it will be just a cup of loess.
After the old monk stayed outside the city for a day, he set off and continued walking towards the distance.
But before continuing to follow, Qin Lang paid attention to these women and found that there was no look in their pupils, just like walking zombies.
Of course, this does not rule out the possibility of being controlled, but who would be so bored as to control ordinary people to do such a thing?
Continuing to follow, time passed so quickly. About a month later, the old monk Qin Lang was following finally did something different from usual, or finally came into contact with a man.
The other party is also a monk, and much younger than the former, but his status does not seem to be as high as that of the old monk.
After they didn't know what they said, the old monk walked towards the city not far ahead.
The young monk seemed to have inherited the former's will and continued to move forward, browsing the great rivers and mountains of the world.
Seeing another "parting of ways", Qin Lang decided after thinking for a moment to continue following the old monk.
The old monk entered the city in a fair manner, but if Qin Lang couldn't do it, God knows what accident might happen.
So when the sky was getting dark, a dark shadow on the city wall flashed away.
However, the moment he entered the city, Qin Lang was stunned, even regardless of the danger of being exposed.
Within the scope covered by spiritual power, whether it is men, women, old or young, or others,
As long as they are human beings, they are all doing one thing now, which is the most primitive desire of human beings.
Everyone is like this, the whole city is like this, and people who don't know it think they have entered a whole new world.
This kind of thing continued until the next morning.
After they ate the food, they started a busy day of work. Not only were they not exhausted after working hard all night, but they were in high spirits.
It's really a very strange thing,
Day and night are like two completely different worlds. They are like arranged chess pieces, sitting around doing the same thing all day long.
This guess was confirmed after Qin Lang found the old monk. Being disrespectful to the old man is really a piece of cake.
Under Qin Lang's insistence, this old guy had been fighting for three days without eating or drinking.
Seeing this, Qin Lang thought of a sentence: "Don't eat or drink, fight until dawn!"
Dark night fell again, and Qin Lang, who had known the situation in the city for several days, planned to put away his mental power.
After all, he is not a person with special hobbies, but at the last moment, he seemed to see a struggle in a person.
Yes, it was a struggle, but behind the struggling movements, there was a look of joy on his face.
"Two hundred meters ahead!"
After confirming the location, Qin Lang's figure slowly disappeared into the uninhabited room.
This is also a person doing the most primitive movements. He should be around forty years old. Of course, this is not something Qin Lang should pay attention to.
This guy turned out to be a monk. If his mental power hadn't fluctuated just now, Qin Lang really wouldn't have been able to find out.
You know, Qin Lang's mental power is comparable to that of an immortal, which is really terrifying.
This was the first monk Qin Lang discovered when he came to this world. In Qin Lang's impression, this guy should have been transported here with him.
But Qin Lang didn't pay too much attention to these at the time, so this was just a guess.
He should be a monk at the Golden Core stage, but even Qin Lang is not sure.
This world is full of rejection of everything about monks, so I don't know very well.
And when I came in again, the sign that was handed out was also like this. It seemed to be consistent and peaceful with this world.
The arrival of Qin Lang made the struggle in the eyes of the golden elixir monk more obvious. Although the monks did not care about the eyes of ordinary people, no one would remain calm under such circumstances.
The Jindan monk blinked at Qin Lang, not knowing what message he was conveying. But this was the only thing he could do.
Holding his breath, Qin Lang looked at the golden elixir monk with all his concentration, wanting to see what was preventing the golden elixir monk from moving freely. (To be continued)