The sky above Qingshi Village.

A figure like a flying fairy came over.

Cheng Fan frowned slightly and looked down at the ordinary village below him.

It looks simple and unpretentious on the outside, and seems to be a small isolated village.

But Cheng Fan clearly realized that the black cloud disappeared from here, and this was by no means a kind place.

Is there something fishy here?

The next moment, spiritual consciousness fully unfolded.

Cheng Fan became more and more certain that there was a big problem here, because his consciousness was cut off by an invisible barrier, and an air-forbidden formation was set up in the sky.

If you want to find out what's going on, you have to enter through the gate of this village.

Cheng Fan did not hesitate and immediately fell to the ground. He gathered away the breath from his body, activated his concealment spell, and walked slowly into the village.

Enter the village.

As soon as he entered the village gate, Cheng Fan sensed the aura of Dawei and the two of them, as if they had passed by here not long ago.

In addition to them, there were two extremely cold breaths that seemed to take them back, and the breaths pointed towards the depths of the village.

After determining the direction.

Cheng Fan walked around the Qingshi Village as if taking a leisurely stroll, looking at everything in the Qingshi Village.

This village is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the terrain is gradually upward. Logically speaking, this should be a place full of spiritual energy and full of momentum.

But for some reason, these wooden houses made of bluestone look like coffins or tombs one after another.

On the bottom floor of the outer periphery are small tombs. The conditions are better as you go up, followed by coffins, and finally the mausoleums.

Cheng Fan didn't understand why he felt like this.

And in the deepest part of the Bluestone Village, there is a layer of formation that cannot be penetrated by spiritual consciousness.

Cheng Fan walked up the bluestone stairs step by step.

Compared with the small stone steps of Dishui Temple, the steps paved with large bluestones are large and stable, and some are even covered with a layer of green moss, making them wet and slippery to step on.

When he reached about the middle floor, he saw some native Qingshizhai people.

Everything seemed normal to them, but Cheng Fan had a vague feeling that there seemed to be something missing from this group of people.

It seems that there is less vitality and energy.

Cheng Fan used his consciousness to see what was wrong with these villagers, but the result was surprising.

Their souls are intact, there is nothing wrong with them, and their bodies are relatively healthy.

The more Cheng Fan looked at it, the weirder it became, but he couldn't find anything wrong with it.

Gradually, he discovered a problem.

The number of houses in this village far exceeds the number of villagers!

To what extent is it exaggerated?

With ten houses, there are probably less than four families!

There weren't many people visible on the street. I don't know where these people had gone. Could this be a ghost village?

Cheng Fan suppressed his curiosity and continued walking up.

Soon, he sensed two familiar scents, which stayed here for a moment.

When he got closer, he saw that it was a blacksmith shop. The boss inside had gone somewhere. Cheng Fan shook his head slightly. He also wanted to ask about the situation of the two of them.

Since no one was there, I had no choice but to continue moving deeper.

As soon as they arrived at the upper level of the village, the auras of Dawei and the two men suddenly became clear, and Cheng Fan locked his eyes on the Li family's ancient house at a glance.

Seeing that the two of them were safe and sound, I felt relieved.

Smiling slightly, he was about to pass.

Suddenly, an old and vicissitudes of voice sounded in Cheng Fan's ears:

"It's great to have friends from far away. Could this fellow Taoist come and talk to me?"

Cheng Fan raised his eyebrows and looked around. There was also an ancient house there. But it wasn't the Gu family or the Ma family.

There are two bright characters written on the ancient house: Qiu Mansion.

Cheng Fan looked at the Li family's ancient house, confirmed that the two of them were safe, and then walked towards Qiu Mansion in the distance.

…

Qiu Mansion.

In a wing room.

An octogenarian man leaned against the Grand Master's chair, shaking slightly.

Suddenly, a breeze blew, and the door moved slightly inward.

The octogenarian man slowly opened his eyelids and looked at a corner of the room with cloudy eyes.

He said slowly: "Guest, please do as you please. I am inconvenient, so I won't entertain you personally."

"You're very polite, old gentleman. Please don't blame me for disturbing you."

A young voice sounded from a deserted place, and then he revealed his figure and bowed his hands.

Cheng Fan found a place to sit down.

As soon as he sat down, a pot of tea floated to his table for him to enjoy.

A flash of surprise flashed in Cheng Fan's eyes.

He originally thought this would be a battle, with all the spiritual weapons and magic weapons on his body being activated, but he didn't expect that the other party just invited him to drink tea.

Cheng Fan was a little confused about the old man's intention.

What is the purpose of bringing Dawei and the two here?

The octogenarian looked at Cheng Fan, seemingly calm and smiling, but secretly surprised in his heart.

Became a Taoist at such a young age?

The future of this child is limitless!

"This fellow Taoist, I don't know where he came from. What's the purpose of coming to my Qingshi Village?"

Cheng Fan smiled lightly and said, "I came here for two people who were forcibly invited in as guests."

"Oh? But that descendant of the Li family?"

The old man was a little surprised, "Are you here to protect him?"

Cheng Fan nodded, "That's right, but where do you start talking about this descendant of the Li family? Could it be that he is from your Qingshi Village?"

The octogenarian showed a faint smile and explained:

"good."

"Then, maybe I misunderstood. I thought someone was trying to harm him."

Cheng Fan smiled and said, "Since you are from Qingshi Village, I must be overly concerned."

"No, fellow Taoist came in time."

The octogenarian man's face suddenly became very serious and he said in a deep voice.

Cheng Fan frowned, "What does this mean?"

"The descendants of the Li family are in danger at this time, so we ask fellow Taoists to lend a helping hand!"

The old man sighed deeply, "All of this comes from that statue of a god that I don't know who got it from where."

"A few years ago, our Qingshi Village was just an ordinary village. We followed our ancestors' instructions to avoid war and never left the village."

"At that time, the village was bustling with people, and every household was filled with laughter and laughter. Our five big families had not exploited other villagers, but regarded everyone as brothers and relatives."

"Until that statue of the god appeared, everything changed!"

A look of shock gradually appeared on the octogenarian man's face. After so many years, he still couldn't forget what happened that day.

…

That was a day many years ago, when the octogenarian was just a child who had just begun to remember.

On that day, the ancestor of the Gu family celebrated his birthday.

The entire Qingshi Village is very lively and immersed in a joyful atmosphere.

Every household has prepared birthday gifts for the ancestors of the Gu family, most of which are inconspicuous gadgets.

After all, money is never used in the village, all are bartered and self-sufficient.

The big family at that time was also very talkative, and would often help villagers who were in trouble and treat them like family members.
Chapter completed!