Chapter 453 Help with work and ask for news, the legend that cannot be obtained is false
A new group of people came, and they were all demons. Although their appearance was different from that of humans, some older villagers still had an impression of these demons. After these demons arrived, most of them were just Take a rest here.
After all, in this area all over Jietian Peak, countless weird things appear every night, which are impossible to kill and eradicate. And sometimes they are so overwhelming that they simply cannot afford to waste their energy.
And the only safe place in this area is the area covered by the mountain village.
When the demon clan arrived, some elderly people took them to see the temple to pray. When they entered the Shangui Empress Temple, they first saw Meng Yi and the three-eyed demon mother, and Qin Yang coming out of the back hall.
"Hey, Chief Centipede, we meet you everywhere in life, but it's fate that I can see you here."
The first time they met, Qin Yang immediately cupped his hands and said hello with a smile, as if everything before had never happened, it was just two people who were not familiar with each other and met again by chance.
The centipede dragon leader had a sullen face and his eyes were red. When he saw the three people in front of him, the anger in his heart was like a volcano about to erupt, and he could not suppress it no matter what.
"It's great that you are still alive..."
A sinister murderous intention came out from the teeth of the centipede leader. He couldn't help but take action on the spot and beat these three guys to death first.
The dog-headed monster following behind him had a look of horror on his face, and he quickly hugged the centipede dragon leader from behind.
"Sir, calm down your anger and don't do anything."
The leader of the Centipede Dragon was breathing heavily, gritting his teeth and staring at the three of them with red eyes. The breath that was about to explode slowly calmed down.
"Okay, very good, Demon Mother, I have long wanted to crush your bitch's head, and Meng Yi, you deserve to die too, I invited you here, not to frame me, especially Qin Yang, boy, there is If you can, never leave this village in your life, otherwise, you will definitely know what life is worse than death!"
"Clan Leader Centipede, I don't understand what you are saying. You were just trying to kill me before. I don't want to be killed by you, so why don't I just commit suicide? Who would have thought that the Great God Yinglong's website is now open? On the one hand, I was allowed to survive. Senior Meng, who was confused and went to die, and the Demon Mother, who was also a hero among women, killed her at the slightest provocation, but also survived. Didn’t you also survive? How can I provoke you? is you?"
Qin Yang looked pure and innocent, but he sighed secretly in his heart.
Patriarch Centipede Dragon's recent fortune has been truly blessed, with no taboos. Not only did he jump out of the fragment of the world, but he was also able to come out of those maze-like black stone passages, and later fell into the territory of the demon clan. Gathered a bunch of losers.
If anyone can have this kind of luck even if he is busy and rampaging, he must have secretly picked up the Xiang from Yinglong's fight against God and ate it secretly.
The leader of Centipede Dragon ignored Qin Yang and took his people to rest on the other side.
Seeing that this guy was determined not to start a quarrel and was just waiting to kill them when they left the safe zone, Qin Yang didn't bother to say anything more.
"You guys can rest here, I'll go out for a walk."
Without saying a word, Qin Yang left the Shangui Temple.
Just now he went to the back to talk to Miao Zhu, but he didn't even find Miao Zhu. It seemed that this mysterious Miao Zhu didn't plan to have too much contact with them. Qin Yang was going to go to the village and talk to the villagers. Chat.
They have taken root here for generations, and those villagers who have not gone to school will definitely know a lot about many things here.
It is impossible for outsiders to understand this place better than the locals here.
There is always some valuable information in the taboos and stories that the elders pass down orally to their younger generations.
During the day, there are not many people left in the village, they are all old, weak, women and children, but any teenage children who have some strength will follow them to work in the fields and work hard.
Qin Yang thought about it and decided that it was inappropriate to come to the house when the man was not at home and only his wife and children were left, so he simply went directly to the farmland outside the village to find someone.
Arriving at the fields outside the village, the villagers were busy cultivating the fields and preparing for a new round of sowing.
Qin Yang wanted to ask something, but he might not have time. Seeing that the old man who led them into the village was still in the field, Qin Yang simply walked to the field with a hoe.
"Old man, let me help you."
"What are you doing?"
"Aren't we staying overnight in the village? Gold and silver are of no use to you. We can't take advantage of it in vain. It just so happens that I still have some strength to help the uncle cultivate some farmland and express my feelings. Uncle, please don't stop me.
I."
Qin Yang was holding the hoe like a straw, and the old man wanted to stop him.
"Quickly, there is no reason to let the guests take action."
"Uncle, don't look at my thin skin and tender flesh. I'm not a spoiled person. I'm also good at farm work. Uncle, just go and have a rest. This land has been given to me. I'll give it to you in a moment.
Finished turning."
Without saying a word, Qin Yang made a buzzing sound with his hoe, and the progress of turning the soil accelerated visibly to the naked eye.
The old man stood there and looked at Qin Yang's speed, opened his mouth, then smiled and said nothing.
For farmers, farm work is the most tiring, and they also need to be treated with the utmost care. One year's harvest is the next year's ration, and there is no room for carelessness.
It only took Qin Yang half an hour to plow the old man's farmland. When he saw other farmers next door, he glanced at them from time to time, and Qin Yang smiled.
"Everyone, you should all go back and be busy with other things. I have given all your land to me and I have cleared it for you. It is busy farming. If you have more time, you might be able to make more preparations."
, the harvest will be better then.”
Qin Yang dropped these words and continued to cultivate with the hoe without any nonsense.
When the villagers saw that Qin Yang was so enthusiastic and found nothing wrong with his work, they thought there was quite a lot of other work, so they went to do other things.
A moment later, when Qin Yang was the only one left in a large farmland, Qin Yang took off a handful of hair and threw it away. In the blink of an eye, a lot of clones landed in the farmland.
"Let's get to work."
It is true that the strongest clone can only transform into one, but if he wants to transform into a bunch of clones in the three-dimensional realm, it is easy to create hundreds of clones.
Each of the clones had a grimace on their faces. They each picked up the iron materials thrown by Qin Yang, shaped them into hoes, and rushed to the fields to dig up the ground.
After more than an hour, all the fields that needed to be plowed were finished. Qin Yang helped them reclaim a large area of wasteland, and then dug out canals to draw water from distant rivers through the farmland.
When the sky began to darken slightly, Qin Yang returned to the village, and the villagers who were busy with other tasks also returned to the village to eat and chat. Some people insisted on dragging Qin Yang to their homes for dinner.
Qin Yang followed him, and after having a casual meal and having enough wine and food, a bunch of gentlemen sat there drinking tea and chatting, and then Qin Yang started to ask some questions.
The folk customs in the village are simple and honest, and people helped with the work. They just asked for some stories, and no one had the nerve to hide them.
"Brother, in fact, the temple blessings have already told you what you want to ask, and you are not allowed to talk about it casually. However, it is not a big secret." The old man knocked the pot of his pipe and Qin Yang helped him light it.
"As for me, firstly, I'm curious, and secondly, I did encounter danger before. I also want to know what happened. I have some preparations. Sir, if it's convenient for you, please give me a few hints."
"There have always been legends in the village that it will be very dangerous outside at night. Some people who want to leave the village never come back after leaving. There are monsters in the south at night, and it is said that there is a strange swamp in the north. Back then, I
I heard from Miao Zhu that it was called the Wailing Swamp, and screams could be heard from time to time. Most people would be fine if they walked up there, but if anyone gets angry in the Wailing Swamp, that ordinary land will turn into a swamp and swallow people up.
Go in."
The old man took a puff of dry tobacco and gave a serious word of advice.
"Brother, old man, I can see that you have a good heart. I also know that you want to go to the Wailing Swamp, but that place is too dangerous. If you can't go, don't go. If anything happens, just go to the temple to ask for blessings. He understands
At most, I can definitely help you."
"I think back then, when my grandfather was still alive, I heard my grandfather say..."
Qin Yang took out some strong spiritual wine and poured it for these senior gentlemen. After a few glasses of wine, the atmosphere became lively. After someone raised his head, everyone no longer felt embarrassed.
There were all kinds of legends and stories, mystical, incredible, everything you said to me. Qin Yang recorded them all carefully.
The conversation didn't end until the sky completely darkened and people from every village came looking for him.
The villagers went home to rest, and Qin Yang also returned to Shangui Temple with the harvest.
In the Shangui Temple, the two sides were still confronting each other. Meng Yi sat cross-legged and adjusted his breathing quietly. When Qin Yang entered the door, he heard the three-eyed demon mother encouraging the Centipede Dragon Clan leader.
"These are all treasures. Do you dare to touch them? You weren't very domineering in the past. Whenever you find a mineral vein, you say it belongs to your Centipede clan. Do you dare to touch it today?"
"Demon Mother, you'd better never leave here!"
When Qin Yang saw this, he quickly stepped forward and stopped the three-eyed demon mother.
"Demon Mother, don't play such little tricks. The leader of Centipede Dragon is not stupid. If he didn't know that these treasures are untouchable and untouchable, he would have taken them away long ago. After all, we come from the same place. The best way to leave is to work together.
It’s important. If you have any grievances, we can discuss them later. Don’t continue fighting now.”
The three-eyed demon mother was slightly startled, but when she saw Qin Yang's back to the centipede dragon clan leader, his tone was reproachful, but there was a strange smile on his face, his eyes were staring at her, and he was winking at her crazily.
The demon mother's heart moved, and she secretly wondered, what bad idea does Qin Yang have?
After thinking for a while, he snorted coldly and sat there silently.
Qin Yang turned around and bowed his hand to the centipede dragon clan leader.
"Chief Centipede, please forgive me. Don't take anything from the village. Remember clearly. We are all in the same boat now. Stop fighting now. Let's talk about life or death after we go back."
"It's too late to beg for mercy now, Qin Yang, you'd better stay here for the rest of your life and never leave, otherwise you will die if you leave this place!"
It was obvious that the centipede dragon clan leader did not want to give up at all, and had to fight to the death.
"Why bother..." Qin Yang sighed meaningfully. He really didn't want to be held back before he could find a way out.
This is half true and half false. If the centipede dragon leader is really willing to talk about any grievances he has, Qin Yang might be able to put aside his grievances for the time being. Unfortunately, this guy is very stubborn and insists on seeking death.
After Qin Yang sat down, he glanced at the people in the Centipede Dragon Chief's team and sat there meditating silently. No one dared to take action here anyway. If he did, it wouldn't just be one person's business. It might involve everyone.
people.
After living together peacefully until late at night, the dog-headed monster who was practicing next to the Centipede Dragon clan leader suddenly twitched his ears and opened his eyes slightly.
Opposite them, Qin Yang and Meng Yi had disappeared.
The dog-headed monster moved its ears and keenly detected some subtle sounds in the back hall.
He calmly and silently activated his innate magical power, and his ears suddenly became larger. Circles of demon runes appeared on the ears, and the sound as thin as a mosquito became clearer.
"Senior Meng, you believe me, it's absolutely true. Today I helped the villagers reclaim land and help them with farm work. I finally found out this secret information when an old man drank too much and spilled the beans."
"Um?"
"The things in this village have been taken out by someone before, and the person is still okay. I have asked, these treasures enshrined in the Shangui Empress Temple are not to be touched. After they were taken away, the next day
It will return to its original position at dawn, and the thief will evaporate and disappear, but there are still some treasures, such as the treasures in the back hall, that can be taken away."
"you sure?"
"What do you think this is? This is what I got in the back hall. It's absolutely true and nothing will happen. Why do you think I kindly reminded them today not to take anything from the village?
You must not let Chief Centipede know about this matter."
The dog-headed demon's expression changed slightly when he heard this. He looked at the treasures on the altar, and his heart felt hot. He couldn't help but get up and sneak into the back hall quietly.
When he came to the back hall, he saw in a corner, Qin Yang holding a palm-sized copper bell with a simple and rich smell. He kept groping for it, but before he could look further, Qin Yang had already put the bell away.
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The dog-headed monster hurried back and closed his eyes again to practice, pretending to be in a state of forgetfulness.
Qin Yang and Meng Yi also quietly came back and continued to sit there meditating.
On the second day, before it was dark, Qin Yang and the others got up quietly, suppressed all the breath and movement, and silently left the Shangui Temple and headed out of the village.
The dog-headed monster watched this scene quietly, wanting to remind him, but he endured it. He wanted to see if Qin Yang could take the treasure out of the village.
Waiting until daybreak, the dog-headed monster jumped up quickly.
"They ran away!"
The leader of Centipede Dragon felt the change in his aura, opened his eyes, and saw Qin Yang and others disappearing, he just sneered.
"At this time, they can't escape far, so let them escape! It would be bad if we don't let them escape and keep hiding in the village."
The centipede dragon leader and his men calmly prepared to pursue him, while the dog-headed monster went to the back hall by himself and looked at the place where he saw Qin Yang taking the bronze bell last night.
There was nothing there. According to the legend, the stolen treasure would be returned to its original location at dawn the next day. This was broken.
The dog-headed monster's heart was beating fast, and when he looked at the other treasures displayed in the back hall, his eyes turned red.
The centipede dragon leader outside had already called him again. The dog-headed monster didn't want to share this secret, so he hurriedly took an ornament from the back hall, packed it up, and left with the centipede dragon leader.