In the howling cold wind, orange flames danced, engulfing the bodies that were frozen into blue.
Last night, Zhang Yang became an orphan again. His uncle, aunt, and his cousin Xing Yu all died. The cause of death is unknown.
But this family was not the only one who suffered the same disaster in the village. A total of forty-five men, women, and children died unexpectedly.
"It must be the black devil. The black devil is back. It takes away their souls and weaves them into a black fishing net. Before the fishing net is completed, more people will die."
An old woman wearing an animal skin coat and a huge beast helmet, with strange tattoos on her face and hands, whispered beside the fire. She seemed to be the elder Wuyan in the village, who was responsible for teaching all the students. Children who are basic in witchcraft seem to have a high status.
Zhang Yang is hiding in the crowd, observing everything calmly. He is only fourteen years old now, about two meters tall and weighing nearly two hundred kilograms. However, when he becomes an adult, he will be five meters tall and weigh an average of eight hundred kilograms. Among the clan members, they are really petite and weak.
By the way, it is worth mentioning that in this small village, there are seven or eight villagers close to the demigod level.
But this is not a good sign.
Because this means that the way of heaven in this world has been slightly out of control, so the luck and merit are tilted, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has fallen into a blind blowout or blind drying up state.
The description of the legendary gods walking around everywhere and the demigods being worse than dogs is actually revealing the fact that this world is about to collapse, no matter from which angle you look at it, it is the same.
This can be exemplified by the world of the Thousand-Hand Human Race.
The Thousand-Hands Human Race may be powerful, but in their mortal world, the highest level of military force is A+. There is not even a legend, but who dares to say that the Thousand-Hands Human Race is weak
It can hold up the tide of mechanical zombies and still fight with great success.
Similarly, in Zhang Yang's world of sword cultivation, the strength of ordinary mortals is actually gradually declining and shrinking. Even if a large number of tribulation-transcending Mahayana appear every year, the immortal cultivators who soar in the clouds and mists are getting farther and farther away from mortals. Sight and life.
Under various cover-up methods, even the records of immortal cultivators and some of the circulated books on the cultivation of immortality have turned into fantasy novels, sold on the streets as dog-skin plasters.
In short, mortals must behave like mortals.
How wonderful it would be to reproduce in peace and contentment, and live happily for a lifetime.
Of course, this is also of great benefit to the managers of Yifangtiandi.
The first is the reduction of various funds.
Secondly, the consumption of various spiritual energy laws is reduced.
The third is that it is controllable. There is no need to bring down countless catastrophes at every turn to carry out treatment reforms. To be honest, in Zhang Yang's view, if a world is corrected by an infinite catastrophe every once in a while, it can only be said that the managers are incompetent. The law of heaven is incompetent, and the ultimate growth of this world is a question mark.
So it is very important to control this operation.
This is also something that Zhang Yang has been busy planning.
Control all threatening forces, and mortal affairs must be resolved by mortals themselves.
What
Worrying about encountering ghosts and demons is unfounded.
There will definitely be demons and ghosts, but if it was up to mortals to find ways to deal with them, it would be enough to show that the managers of this world, such as Zhang Yang, would have died or escaped long ago.
Before that, not to mention monsters and ghosts, even the slightest supernatural phenomena in the mortal world were impossible and dare not exist.
The Tianji Hall, the Inspection Hall, the Punishment Hall, all departments have multiple supervisions from multiple angles, and it would be strange if something went wrong.
Such a world can be considered a normal, healthy, lively, and vibrant world.
On the contrary, there are health problems.
Just like this world of the Xing tribe.
Not only did mortals possess powers comparable to those of demigods, but there were also indescribable shadows and filth. This did not mean that the spiritual energy was resurrected or that the heavens and the earth were converging, but that they were terminally ill.
"Brick No. 7, record important information. Once my alt dies, archive this information first and send it back to the main body at all costs."
"According to the known information, the Xing Clan civilization has experienced spiritual revival. Well, the current level is probably the fourth stage. I am not sure whether the management of the Xing Clan has a brain twitch or has been bewitched by the large wave of orcs. They let it go. Is this kind of spiritual energy recovery happening and fermenting?”
"Of course, I also detected an indescribable shadow that can directly plunder the souls of mortals, so I have an immature idea, that is, the rules of this ancient god's game are probably hidden in the corner of the world. In other words, as long as our sword cultivation civilization dares to break that wall, we will jump directly into the shabu-shabu. Therefore, for the time being, we cannot break that wall. Even if the wall collapses, we will not Will go beyond."
"But in this way, according to the game mechanism of this ancient god, the pressure we will face will be increasing. Therefore, we must stick to the original strategy for ten thousand years, no, one hundred thousand years. External forces must It must be safe and the inside must be clean. Every inch of new land must be bombarded hundreds of times with the Soul Shock Package and the Hundred Thousand Thunder Tribulation Package."
"Finally, I would like to reiterate again that the conditions under which spiritual energy may be revived must be clearly shown to me. The behind-the-scenes control of the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine hidden sword veins must be in my own hands. Well, the information has been recorded.”
Zhang Yang arranged the most important things for this trip, and then continued to eat melons and watch the show. Oh, no, he should be observing this vast white land with sadness and hesitation. Will my future be so sad?
Half an hour later, when all the bodies of the deceased were burned to ashes, the management of the village on the other side did not discuss a countermeasure. This was inevitable.
And people are in panic, so naturally no one will think about Zhang Yang's trumpet, and it is impossible for anyone to try to seize his inheritance.
The wind is getting stronger.
The snow is thicker.
Man, more hungry.
Returning to his already cold home, Zhang Yang quickly started a fire to cook. This was a skill that he had mastered long ago, so he didn't have to worry about being seen through. However, considering that the laws of heaven and earth in this area were already like this, there was probably nothing to worry about.
"So, sometimes it's actually good to establish an organization to fight against virus hunters."
Zhang Yang sighed silently in his heart, and ate up all the food in a hurry, then closed his eyes and understood the basic witchcraft of the Xing tribe.
It is almost foreseeable that the black shadow will come again tonight, and people will continue to die. Although Zhang Yang, the trumpet, has completed the main mission, it would be great if he could survive for a while longer.
But to be honest, even he himself didn't quite believe in this possibility.
After all, this place is too remote, everything is covered in ice, there are demigod-level beasts and strange demon spirits outside the village, and there are unknown black shadows peeping in the village, and he is just a child.