What should I do if the salted fish cannon fodder mistakenly raised the villain as a cub?

The clothes of those people were scattered, and their hair seemed to have not been combed for a long time, and it was draped behind their backs like straw.

What's even more weird is that these people are like prophets, naturally and easily avoiding the bullock carts and pedestrians on the road.

Song Xianzhi got up and rubbed his eyes.

If you look carefully, the clothes on those people are different from the bunts worn by the surrounding villagers. The fabric is more shiny and the pattern is more cumbersome.

Like bandits, the group eats and pretends wherever they go, as if they are used to everything in front of them.

One of Song Xie slapped Guan Er on the shoulder, his eyes were still fixed on those people, for fear that the other party would disappear if they were not paying attention: "Hurry up, hurry up, don't eat! There are people!"

Guan Er slurped the soup, heard Yan raised his face from the porcelain bowl bigger than his head, and muttered: "Song Song, this street is full of people, what's there to see..."

Then he piled up the empty bowls in his hands, stretched out his hand towards him, and said with a helpless smile: "Can I have another bowl?"

Seeing his stupidity, Song Xianzhi was completely speechless.

"Brother Guan, you are a real person." Yan Shu tugged on Guan Er's sleeve, lightly dispelling Song Xianzhi's anger.

Touching Yan Shu's head, Song Xianzhi's eyes were obviously much gentler: "Xiao Shu is so good——"

Guan Er pursed his lips, secretly calculating in his heart how much Song Xianzhi's love was divided into.

The group of people in the distance walked all the way to eat, and soon came to them. One of the young people in blue clothes who was described as normal suddenly yelled, and wanted to run towards them with excitement on his face, but was caught by the few people in front. He grabbed the collar.

Stared at by those people, the young man shrank like a quail.

"They should be businessmen trapped in the building." Song Xianzhi responded in a low voice.

Although they were protected by the tulou, they were still alive, but they couldn't leave the village, and finally became what they are now.

The rest of the people had obviously spotted the four of them too, but their reactions were completely different from this young man's. They were chewing something in their mouths, and their eyes were fixed on them, as if what they were eating was not food, but them.

The two groups stood stiffly facing each other, Guan Er was already excitedly ready to fight, but the other party suddenly bypassed them with a tacit understanding and left.

The four of them were a little stunned, but it was Guan Er who came to his senses and grabbed the young man in blue who was walking at the back, shrinking his head.

"Hey! What's the matter with you, we are here to save you! Why are you running!" Guan Er said viciously, holding the man by the collar.

This young man was really timid, and when Guan Er bared his fox teeth, he was so frightened that he burst into tears. He was trembling and speechless for a long time.

Several businessmen who were walking in front turned around when they heard the sound, and the man who had been walking in the front, who could be seen as the leader, stood still in front of Song Xian.

Song Xianzhi was overwhelmed by the opponent.

Seeing this, Shen Duo stood behind Song Xian with his sword in his arms, and suddenly felt a sense of security.

The man turned his gray eyes, looked at Shen Duo, then at Song Lianzhi, he opened his mouth politely and politely, and cupped his hands and said, "Please let the Taoist priest let me go."

The other party was so polite, but his own side grabbed his son's neck, Song Zhizhi stopped, and his eyes signaled Guan Er to let go.

Guan Er was not really ignorant, he let go of his hand immediately.As soon as the blue-clothed man landed on the ground, he hid behind his father in a panic, and finally looked around nervously for a few times.

"Sorry, I was so abrupt just now, we are monks of the Qinghe Sect, and we are responsible for investigating this place."

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased, Song Xianzhi briefly explained the purpose of his visit, hoping to resolve the other party's hostility, and said, "I'm here for the first time today. I don't know if you all can help provide clues?"

But those few looked as usual, shook their heads and sighed, and one of them sneered sarcastically: "It's the Qinghe Sect again, here to die?"

The leaders of several people glanced at him, but did not refute.

Song Xianzhi didn't panic, and asked the man in front of him: "I don't know what your name is?"

The man didn't have the slightest emotional change, as if he had taken everything lightly: "Su Wang..."

Song Xianzhi smiled: "So it's Master Su."

He looked at the person who had just sneered at him, and said, "But my lord, you are wrong. This time, we are not here to die."

Su Wang saw that he was full of confidence, he didn't seem to be lying, his chest that had been silent for a long time suddenly twitched twice, and his eyes revealed a bit of sharpness. After calming down for a moment, he asked hoarsely, "How do you say that?"

Song Xianzhi was also straightforward, and said directly: "Among us, there are descendants of Jinshui Village who know how to break the restriction."

That being said, it does not reveal who this descendant is.

There was a buzzing in Su Wang's head, and he was dizzy by this sentence.

The few people behind were stunned for a moment, and then were overwhelmed with joy.

Song Xianzhi just followed them to the front of the tulou.

Jinshui Village is not safe at night. If they want to observe the specific situation, they still have to stay in the village. Staying in the earthen building and being protected by the big formation is their best choice.

When they arrived in front of the Tulou gate, Tang Tang and the others also received voice transmissions and rushed over one after another.

The gate of the earth building is about two feet high. After the sun rises, it is hidden in the dark, and some blood stains on it are also revealed.

"I've been here for two years..." Su Wang said, looking up at the gate in front of him, his back was a little indescribably lonely.

Song Xianzhi sighed, the past two years must have been very difficult.

"Before, those disciples who came here all died." Su Wang's son, Su Hui, was no longer afraid now, and pointed to the biggest bloodstain they had seen before: "There was a little Daoist, not long ago Died right here, with his head... his head was ripped off..."

Song Xianzhi shivered, and looked at the bloodstain again, as if he had already seen that scene.

"Let's go in first." Su Wang turned around to interrupt their communication, took out a square jade plaque from his arms, and stuck it in the concave hole on the door.

There was a dull rubbing sound, and the door slowly opened a crack.

"Daoist, please come inside." Su Wang stood in front of the door and respectfully invited them in.

After being trapped for two years, he was able to calm down. He was definitely not someone who would take it easy.

Song Xianzhi walked in the front, and after entering, he found that there were several small earthen buildings in his arms.

There are quite a few people in the building, all of them are men, and all of them are sitting in the courtyard languidly basking in the sun.

As soon as Song Xianzhi and the others entered, these people all stood up and stared at them.

"Lord Su, who are they?" One of the burly men was wearing only white underwear, shirtless, and stood up casually.

Song Xianzhi glanced at Su Wang, saw him smile, and said flatly: "Lord Zhang, they are all Taoist priests from the Qinghe Sect."