The quietness of Yuen Long Lane made Luo Yi feel that something was wrong.

"Could it be that I have entered a hidden world?"

The moment he entered the hidden world from the real world, Luo Yi didn't feel any strange changes in the past few times. Sometimes he entered the hidden world just walking.

Luo Yi calls the point of contact between the real world and the hidden world the ‘boundary point.’

The boundary point where Luo Yi went to Weiren Village last time was a hole visible to the naked eye, which was considered a rather special boundary point.

"There is no prompt on the bronze mirror. Have I really entered the hidden world of the ancient village?" Luo Yi said, looking at the bronze mirror that had returned to calm.

He looked around carefully and saw countless ancient buildings, which looked very much like scenes from ancient times.

"Are there so many ancient buildings in Yuen Long Lane?" Previously, Luo Yi had just followed the route above the bronze mirror and forgot to observe the surrounding environment.

Now after observing it so carefully, Luo Yi realized that he seemed to have traveled to a certain dynasty.

"Did I enter the ancient village a long time ago?" Luo Yi looked at the unfamiliar architectural styles around him, which did not resemble the style of Yuen Long Lane.

Although Luo Yi doesn’t know what the real Yuen Long Lane is like?

However, the environment he is in now is definitely not Yuen Long Lane, nor Yanjiang City.

It's an ancient village in a hidden world.

In this way, Luo Yi entered the hidden world unknowingly.

"Luo Yi, I foresee danger." Suddenly, the green-feathered bird standing on Luo Yi's shoulder said.

"What danger?" Luo Yi asked, while vigilantly looking at everything around him.

"Daha is about to fart!"

The green-feathered bird whispered in Luo Yi's ear, while looking at Daha with a guilty conscience.

After listening to this, Luo Yi had a black line in his head. Why does this green-feathered bird always say irrelevant things?

"Next time you talk nonsense, I will throw you in the ancient village." Luo Yi threatened.

"Isn't farts a huge danger?" The green-haired bird felt that Luo Yi had underestimated Daha's farts.

It was once blown away by Daha's fart.

So I have lingering fears.

"Shut up!"

Luo Yi didn't want to discuss Daha's fart with the green-haired bird. Finding out the situation in the ancient village was the top priority now.

Surrounded by antique buildings, there are roads paved with bluestone slabs at your feet.

There is an arch bridge in front, an old willow tree at the end of the bridge, and a fluffy bird's nest in the tree.

Quack!

Countless white ducks were floating in the river, and there was an old man fishing on the bank.

The darkness gradually faded away, Luo Yi's vision also broadened, and countless things fell into Luo Yi's eyes clearly.

"Fireworks descend on Yangzhou in March."

The scene in front of him reminded Luo Yi of this poem.

Luo Yi stepped across the arch bridge and came to the side of the old fishing man.

The old man was wearing a bamboo hat, a raincoat, and a pair of thick cloth shoes, which was very strange.

His head was always staring at the river, so Luo Yi couldn't see clearly.

Judging from the surrounding trees and climate, it should be spring at this time, but the old man was dressed in winter.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable being wrapped up so tightly?" Luo Yi asked.

"Fishing for food is only about enjoyment, why do you feel uncomfortable about it?" The old man did not look back and continued to stare at the river, as if he knew Luo Yi was coming.

"The water is deep where you are."

"So what?"

"When fishing in shallows in spring, your position is too deep and there will be no fish."

The old man looked back at Luo Yi and said, "Who said it's spring? And I'm not fishing."

At this moment, Luo Yi finally saw the old man's face clearly, but he was so disgusted that he wanted to vomit.

There were countless bugs crawling on the old man's face, going in and out of his nostrils.

There were even two worms in his eyes. The more he looked at Luo Yi, the more he felt that the old man's face seemed to be filled with worms.

Holding back his nausea, Luo Yi asked: "Isn't it spring now? Is it winter? And if you're not fishing, then what are you fishing for?"

"I'm... fishing for food."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, Luo Yi felt a chill coming over him.

Then the surrounding scenery also changed, from the original spring breeze to a vast expanse of white snow, with snowflakes floating in the sky.

Spring flowers and winter snow in an instant!

"Is this...an illusion?" Luo Yi quickly realized whether he had entered an illusion.

"Is it still spring?" the old man asked.

At this time, there was countless snow piled on the old man's raincoat, as if it had been snowing for a long time.

Luo Yi reached out and held the butcher's knife, feeling much more at ease.

No matter what tricks the old man in front of him plays, Luo Yi firmly believes that the butcher knife in his hand will kill him.

"Don't be nervous, my food is about to be eaten," the old man continued.

Then the fishing rod in his hand began to tremble violently, but the old man still sat motionless and did not move due to the violent struggle for his food.

Although the fishing rod was shaking, it was just shaking. The old man's hand holding the fishing rod was like two pliers, clamping the fishing rod firmly.

The trembling only lasted for a while, and everything became quiet again.

"The food isn't moving, let's stop." The old man stood up this time. He stood in a weird posture, and then pulled with both hands.

Wow!

A huge corpse was fished out of the river by the old man.

"Are people your food?" Luo Yi slowly took out the butcher's knife.

Although everything may be an illusion, seeing the same kind being eaten with your own eyes would leave a great psychological impact on Luo Yi.

The body was thrown to the ground, and the old man ran over happily and shouted:

"Big fish, big fish, enough for several meals."

"I'm afraid you won't be able to eat it." Luo Yi came behind the old man, and the butcher's knife in his hand had already stabbed the old man's waist.

Phew!

The butcher's knife penetrated the old man's waist quickly and sharply. The old man pushed Luo Yi away and fell to the ground in a panic.

"The big fish actually attacked me." The old man lying on the ground said sarcastically.

His face was already covered with bugs, and gradually, his whole body was covered with bugs.

"Is it so disgusting?"

Seeing that he was already a man made of insects, Luo Yi, who had some trypophobia, felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

"Now, you can stay and be my food."

The insect man roared, and countless insects spit out from its mouth.

"It's too disgusting. I don't want to see you again." Luo Yi took the initiative to rush towards the dense insects with a butcher knife.

With one strike of the knife, the insect-man collapsed and scattered on the ground, quickly crawling up Luo Yi's trouser legs.

"I'll just go..."

Luo Yi hurriedly stamped her feet in an attempt to shake off these disgusting insects.

But these bugs were like glue, clinging to Luo Yi's body and unable to shake them off.

Luo Yi used a butcher knife to drive away a lot of bugs on his pants, but the effect was not very good.
Chapter completed!