Chapter 291 Village

As a hundred yellow turban warriors poured into the village, various roars, whispers, and even screams continued to be heard in the originally dead village.

Yan Hui, who was remotely controlling and sensing the Yellow Turban Warrior, changed his face again and again, becoming more and more ugly.

In the state of remote control, he can't perceive the sight and hearing of the yellow turban wrestlers, but can only roughly sense the location where they were eliminated.

A hundred yellow turban wrestlers had all died in the direction of the village in a blink of an eye, and then saw about 30 yellow gleams flying over from the direction of the village, which were golden round beads.

After they appeared in front of Yan Hui, along with the changes in Yan Hui's Dao Jue, their ideas surged, and then they were infused with the power of the primordial spirit for a while, and became three-meter-tall yellow scarf warriors again.

"It's very dangerous inside. The yellow turban wrestlers are seriously damaged. I can only resurrect up to 30 of them for the time being. The rest have to be recycled to repair them."

Then, with a move of Yan Hui's divine power, he had already scratched the soil on the ground and made a map.

"Although I can't sense how the yellow turban warriors were killed, I can still sense the approximate location."

He drew a large and small cross on the map: "These places are extremely dangerous, and there are unknown distortions."

Shang Beibei on the side used the roulette to detect the situation in the village. With the fluctuation of the primordial power, the roulette kept turning: "I can probably measure the degree of pollution inside."

She activated her primordial power and drew a circle at the center of the map: "The level of spiritual pollution here is the highest. According to Zhou Bai's information, if the distorted phenomenon is caused by the original daozang, then this place with the highest pollution level should be where the original daozang is located."

Lu Chongyang looked at the map and said, "Didn't you say you met Zhuang Yan last time, did he want to see Zhou Bai? Why didn't he show up this time?"

"I don't know. The situation in the village this time is very different from the last time." Yan Hui said, "But at least we have found the possible location of the original Dao Zang. I think we should try to recover the original Dao Zang directly."

"Zhou Bai, since Zhuang Yan didn't appear from the beginning to the end, you don't need to participate in the next action." Lu Chongyang said: "I will explore this village together with Kuang Tu and Yan Hui, and see if we can recover the original Taoism inside."

Zhou Bai shook his head and said, "In the distorted area, who knows what will happen next moment. The three of you are the strongest in the team. If you all go in, who will protect me? I'd better go in with you, the safest place is around you."

Of course, Zhou Bai still had something to say in his heart, that is, he has the gem that goes back in time, and being with Lu Chongyang and the three of them can not only protect himself, but also prevent the three of them from having accidents, and preserve their vitality to the maximum in this distorted area.

Lu Chongyang and the others were right in thinking about it, so the group simply walked towards the village together.

Zhou Bai said: "When I was in the hospital, as long as I entered the distorted area, the buildings and terrain inside were basically indestructible, and all kinds of distorted monsters and phenomena could not be solved with brute force..."

Lu Chongyang: "Don't worry, it's not just that you have encountered distortions, we won't act recklessly."

Next, as soon as the group arrived at the gate of the village, they saw a gray-haired, short, old lady in white, curled up, squatting at the gate under the faint starlight.

Seeing the people coming, the old lady raised her head, showing a ferocious expression, turned around and left with a smile.

Kuang Tu just wanted to catch up, but was stopped by Yan Hui: "Don't chase, such a serious distortion phenomenon, there may be no living people here, so don't be impulsive."

Then he saw a yellow scarf fighter under Yan Hui chasing after him. After turning around a wall, he lost contact completely.

Yan Hui's face changed slightly, and he told everyone about the situation: "We will continue to follow the route I detected with the Yellow Turban Warriors. There should be no dangerous distortions on the route we planned."

Everyone nodded, and after a few steps into the village, they saw a five-meter-high figure standing behind a wall. The black figure was pitch black, with no appearance or body shape, only a pair of blood-red eyes staring at them closely, an indescribable evil.

After crossing a dirt road, they saw rows of coffins blocking the middle of the road.

Yan Hui frowned slightly, and manipulated a yellow scarf warrior to walk towards the direction of the coffin, and then heard a knocking sound coming from inside the coffin, as if someone was knocking on the door in the coffin, and it was heard far away in a dark village.

As the sound came to everyone's ears, Yan Hui felt that he had lost control of the yellow-turban warrior, and could only watch helplessly as the yellow-turban warrior walked slowly to a coffin.

A gloomy voice came from the coffin: "Is anyone there?"

"Will you open the door for me?"

"I can't breathe..."

"anyone there?!"

"anyone there?!!"

"Anybody? Anybody? Anybody? Anybody? Anybody? Anybody?"

Accompanied by more and more intense screams, the knocking on the door became louder and louder.

The next moment, the coffin was slowly opened by the yellow turban wrestler, and then the yellow turban wrestler looked at the scene in the coffin and slowly climbed in. The whole process was like a puppet being manipulated. With the coffin closed, the yellow turban wrestler completely disappeared from everyone's sight.

Yan Hui's complexion changed: "There is something wrong with this coffin, let's find another way."

Then I heard the sound of knocking knocking from behind the crowd again, and then another yellow scarf warrior lost control and walked slowly towards the coffin.

Lu Chongyang's gaze focused, and he summarized the similarities between the two attacks: "It may be based on distance, Yan Hui, you let the yellow scarf fighter back."

Then everyone quickly left the range of the coffin, and another yellow turban wrestler who was closest to the coffin was stopped by the voice, and slowly lay down in the coffin.

At the same time, a pair of pitch-black eyes appeared beside the yellow scarf warrior, staring at Zhou Bai and the others who were leaving.

However, after a certain distance, the sound seemed to be ineffective, and Zhou Bai and the others approached the center of the village according to the alternate route.

Not far away, they saw a man with blood and tears standing at the door of a room, and a faint white figure stood behind him. The man looked at Zhou Bai and his party and said, "Have you seen my wife?"

Yan Hui sent another yellow scarf fighter to meet him: "Let's go!"

Relying on Yan Hui's early detection and the sacrifice of more than a dozen yellow scarf fighters along the way, the crowd finally arrived at the square in the center of the village.

Then I saw a statue standing in the center of the square, covered in pitch black with blood stains on its body. However, because of the angle, Zhou Bai and the others couldn't see the statue's appearance clearly.

But Zhou Bai could feel a strange fluctuation coming from the statue, which seemed to contain all kinds of distorted information. He affirmed in his heart: 'Original Daozang, this must be the original Daozang. '

And on the ground around the statue, a man wearing a black robe and whose face could not be clearly seen was kneeling on the ground facing the statue.

Lu Chongyang: "Zhou Bai, how's it going? Can you confirm if it's the original daozang?"

Zhou Bai nodded: "It's Yuan Daozang, be careful, it might be alive."

Kuantu: "This thing is so evil. I feel that when I stand near him for a while, there will be voices coming out of my head. If I stand for a long time, I feel that it may be distorted."

At this moment, among those kneeling figures, a black figure slowly walked over.

While everyone was on guard, they gradually saw the appearance of the black shadow. It was a middle-aged man with a cropped head and a strong figure.

The moment he saw the man, a look of surprise flashed across Lu Chongyang's face, but Kuang Tu blurted out: "Master? Why are you here?"

Yan Hui asked: "Kangtu, who is he?"

"My master, Master Zizao, but..." Kuangtu's face was full of doubts and incomprehension: "But he should have died on the battlefield 10 years ago."