Wang Xu and others gathered together, their eyes solemn.
The dilapidated small world, the prosperous big city, and the knowledge retained in the mythical era make this Xuanming City look weird.
"Let's take a look separately and collect the information here. We will meet at the gate of the city in three hours." Wang Xu looked at Saint Mu Yuan, then looked at Mr. Feng and said, "You go too."
"Me?" The sick man's face turned pale and he said weakly: "I can't do it, can I?"
"Don't underestimate yourself, your energy is beyond your imagination."
Wang Xu chose Dongfang, and said without looking back as he walked: "You are a person with great opportunities. Demons and demons will automatically avoid you."
The sick man swallowed his saliva. This statement was too perfunctory. If he was a person with great opportunities, how could he have his bones taken away and become a useless person for more than 20 years?
Could it be said that this is the so-called great responsibility given by heaven to this people, but they must first strain their minds, work their muscles and bones, and starve their bodies?
He glanced at Saint Mu Yuan subconsciously, but Saint Mu Yuan showed no reaction to his gaze and strode towards the north of the city.
The sick man had no other choice, so he murmured in his heart, gritted his teeth and headed west, thinking that he would meet at the city gate in three hours, so he might as well take a few steps less and return to the city gate as soon as possible to guard it.
East of the city...
"As expected, everything is thriving, which is completely opposite to the desolation outside. What is going on with these people? Are they ghosts?"
Wang Xu was walking in the east of the city and what he saw was that the people here were living a normal life. Everyone had their own story. It looked no different from a normal city.
There is no difference, that is the biggest difference.
Thousands of miles away, there is no human habitation, but here is so prosperous, with no worries about food and drink, it's not a ghost or anything.
Wang Xu has seen ghosts, and has seen them many times. He knows that ghosts are formed because of obsession. Some ghosts can even form ghosts, recreate the villages and food they live in, and even work at sunrise and sunset just like normal people.
When he returned home, he didn't even know he was dead.
If this is true, the people in the city are all ghosts transformed by obsession, and Xuanming City is their ghost monster. This small world where the emperor's tomb is hidden may have quite a secret.
What kind of obsession can turn a whole city into ghosts and return to the paradise of the past?
You know, Xuanming City is not small, it is bigger than any Taiwei City he has ever seen. This city covers an area of thousands of miles, and there are at least billions of Xuanming people living in it, which is not a small number.
It's a pity that the adult Xuanming tribe seems to be very prejudiced against human beings. He tried to strike up a conversation several times without success. He was driven away before he could finish a sentence, and he couldn't get any useful information at all.
"Hide and seek, hide and seek, let's hide and seek together."
Wang Xuzheng was walking aimlessly when five bouncing Xuanming children ran past the street entrance.
Seeing these children, Wang Xu's eyes lit up.
The adult Xuanming people are very prejudiced against humans. Can we find a breakthrough from these children?
"Kid, kid!" Wang Xu put on a kind smile and took the initiative to walk up.
"Who are you?"
A little boy stopped, turned to look at Wang Xu, and asked doubtfully: "Why don't you have horns on your head?"
The appearance of the Xuanming tribe is the same as that of humans, the only difference is the horns on their heads.
Wang Xu touched his forehead, and just as he was about to speak, a child rushed to say: "My grandma said that there is a race called humans, which looks like us, but has no horns on its forehead. He must be a human, we
Come on, don't play with him, humans are despicable."
The little boy wanted to say something to Wang Xu, but before he could say anything, he was pulled away by his friends.
Wang Xu frowned secretly, wondering if he would use force to arrest someone and question him.
No, these people are not lives at all, but an obsession, living in the memory of their own past.
These people are indifferent to them because they have not done anything extraordinary. If they did, it is difficult to say what kind of changes will occur.
"It seems that with human appearance, it is difficult to come into contact with these Xuanming tribe. I have to change my appearance."
Wang Xu transformed, his appearance remained the same, but an extra horn grew on his forehead, and the aura on his body became mysterious, exactly the same as that of the Xuanming clan members around him.
The concept of temperament is very mysterious, but when Filipinos, Japanese, Koreans, and Chinese people stand together, Chinese people can tell them apart at a glance.
Fortunately, Wang Xu's self-transformation magical power is a rare camouflage magical power. Otherwise, just adding a horn on his forehead would not make him a Xuanming tribe.
"Brother, I came from the countryside. I want to ask you, what era is it now?" Wang Xu transformed into the Xuanming tribe and approached a fruit vendor, intending to ask about the era that was fixed.
The merchant raised his head and glanced at him. This time he did not drive him away. Instead, he thought for a moment and said, "For this news, I want to charge Yibei for the service. If you pay me, I will tell you."
"Shell?" Wang Xu looked at the vendor's hand. He still had the freshly sold fruit in his hand, and the two shells left behind were like jade-like currency.
It's a pity that Wang Xu doesn't have any currency at all, and he is not really a member of the Xuanming tribe, so how can he have the currency of these people.
"I don't have shells on me. Can you tell me first? I need this very much. We can make friends." Wang Xu tried to explain this Xuanming tribe. Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened his mouth, the Xuanming tribe who sold fruits became angry.
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"If you pay, you will be rewarded. If you don't have money, don't trouble others. How can you, a greedy countryman, talk as shamelessly as a human being?" The Xuanming clan drove him away impatiently, just like they were driving away a homeless person.
Wang Xu frowned and left. Next, he asked several people, but everyone asked him to pay, as if it was a serious matter to trouble others here, and it was wrong not to pay him.
Looking at the Xuanming clan who looked like they were taking it for granted and said, "Don't bother me if you don't have money," Wang Xu realized that the social rules here were very different from those of humans.
Whether on earth or in other time and space, asking for help from others for some trivial matters, whether it is the person asking for help or the person being asked for help, is considered a matter of course.
It's different here. You have to pay for trouble. Whether you ask for directions or something else, the price is clearly marked, and the other party will measure the fee based on the difficulty.
The feeling of charging is imprinted in everyone's heart. Wang Xu's behavior of trying to obtain information without money is regarded with disdain in the eyes of many people. Some may even say that he is as greedy as a human being.
Well, Wang Xu is a human being. As expected, even if he puts on the skin of the Xuanming Clan, it is still difficult to change his habits.
But from here, he can see that the Xuanming tribe is a relatively rigid race that is difficult to adapt to.
Moreover, they are very hostile to humans. This hostility is not to kill you, but the kind of disdain that Hong Kong Islanders had towards mainlanders in the 1980s and 1990s. They are called here to be the same as humans, just like Hong Kong Islanders.
Calling the other person a mainlander is like calling him a mainlander, with a hint of contempt in his tone.
For half an hour, Wang Xu found nothing. He only learned from the conversations of passers-by that there was a heavy rain in the south of Xuanming City, and the price of fruits shipped from the south might increase tomorrow.
This news made him even more certain that this place was a ghost place, and that all the people living in it were ghost-like things.
Because he came from the south and traveled thousands of miles in a row. Everywhere he saw there was no grass growing, no heavy rain, no fruit, not even a living creature, only a dead land.
Everything outside has been destroyed, only the Xuanming City that turned into a ghost remains.
These people are still living according to their own memories. Couples complain that vegetable prices are too high, vendors complain that taxes are too heavy, and even law enforcers are enforcing the law. This is an extremely weird world.
Wang Xu continued to wander. He couldn't afford to ask questions and could only get information from the conversations of people around him.
Outside a roadside stall, he heard several Xuanming monks talking about a big shot named Ye.
I stood down and listened for a while. It turned out that there was a master named Ye in Xuanming City. He passed something called the Doubu assessment and was about to go to heaven to serve. He was also a great god who could command millions of heavenly soldiers.
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"Doubu, Heavenly Court, the era here is indeed stuck in the era of mythology, and it was before the destruction of Heavenly Court. In addition, who is this night, commanding millions of heavenly soldiers? It sounds very powerful. Has this person also become an evil spirit?
Nian, became a part of the ghost?"
Wang Xu fell into thinking. If this person named Ye was also a part of the ghost, the danger of this ghost might be higher than what he imagined.
After all, Heaven is the undisputed ruler of the mythical age, able to suppress hundreds of tribes and dominate the world.
Ye Neng serves as the leader of the fighting department in the Heavenly Court. He has the lowest cultivation level and is an invincible saint. He is probably a quasi-emperor.
It can't be higher. Even in the mythical world, the emperor is not a cat or a dog. Everyone is the ruler of the tribe.
If an ethnic group can produce one great emperor, it will be able to establish a firm foothold in the Mythical Era. If it produces three or more great emperors, it will be a powerful clan that rules the entire heaven, like the master of a world.
On this night, he should be a saint or a quasi-emperor, and the quasi-emperor may be bigger. If he is just a saint, he cannot be called a great god in a place like heaven.
"Isn't this person named Ye also turned into an obsession? If so, don't discount how much of his cultivation can be preserved!" Thinking that there might be a ghost comparable to a quasi-emperor, Wang Xu thought
Somewhat shuddering, the quasi-emperor is a quasi-seventh level. He has a deep understanding of how terrifying a strong man at this level can be from Patriarch Wu Ge.
boom!!
Before Wang Xu could think any more, a sudden roar interrupted all his thoughts.
Upon noticing this fluctuation, Wang Xu's expression changed drastically: "Saint Mu Yuan!"