[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy Game

The timing was very coincidental, the two of them went down the mountain during the Huayuan Festival in Renshi, that is, Chinese New Year.Every household is decorated with lanterns and colorful lanterns, and colorful lanterns are hung on the lines pulled up from the roofs of houses on both sides, forming a colorful dome.The stalls protruding from the street made the originally wide street only accommodate two horses walking in parallel. The stalls are full of food and play from accessories, clothing and snacks to various handicrafts. It is still morning, and it must be night. will be more brilliant.

Rao Fang Muyu's expression was also a little loose, sitting on the horse and looking around, with imperceptible excitement in his eyes.Jiang Wuyuan, who was behind him, saw it in his eyes and kept it in his heart, and secretly decided on the schedule.

But the destination of the two people is not this busy city. When they go down the mountain and leave the city, the scenery is gradually desolate and there are fewer people. , decisively confirmed the idea just now, and the respectful attitude of letting go was comparable to meeting the boss.

Jiang Wuyuan smiled and didn't speak, and walked away patting the horse. He turned around to call Fangfang Muyu, but saw the latter gradually passed him, and remained silent, without looking at him.

Jiang Wuyuan flicked the rein lightly, and shook his head helplessly as if he was forgiving his own child.

The destination is a village ten miles outside the city. The gate of the village is covered by verdant trees and weeds. The weeds are about half the height of a person. It looks barren. In the festive atmosphere of the New Year in the city, there is no red in sight.

"This year's experience is early because of the situation here." Jiang Wuyuan explained as he got off the horse, tied the rein to the tree, looked around, suddenly paused, walked in one direction, lifted his clothes and squatted down , pushed aside the overgrown grass, revealing a stone lying quietly on the ground.

The stone made of black spar is as big as a palm, and there are circles of purple striped patterns like ripples on it. There are vines intertwined between the circles, and there is a beast-shaped totem in the middle.

"Sure enough..."

In the past two days, Fang Muyu had heard his voice in various tones, angry, aggrieved, and in need of a beating, but it was the first time he heard his solemn and gnashing voice like now, even with some hatred.

"You... what is this?" Fang Muyu hitched his horse and walked over, just about to ask him if he found anything, but immediately changed his mind when he saw the stone.

Jiang Wuyuan picked up the stone and put it in the Qiankun bag, and waved his hands nonchalantly: "This task is a bit troublesome, you should be careful, apprentice."

"I said don't call me that." Fang Muyu turned around and left when he heard his name. He didn't want to say another word at all, and he didn't care about the stone even if it looked unusual.

Jiang Wuyuan hid the stone well, and there was no time to quarrel when he had something on his mind, so the two of them walked towards the village without saying a word all the way.

After entering the village, the two found that it was as if it had just been robbed. The houses collapsed everywhere, and there were few rooms that could be lived in, and all of them had peeled off walls and cracked wooden rafters, and tiny vines and weeds ran along the walls. It grows in the gaps, but it is also lifeless, especially withered and yellow.

After walking for a long time, I didn't see a single person.

Subconsciously standing in front of Fang Muyu, Jiang Wuchen looked around vigilantly, and before the former was dissatisfied, he lowered his voice and said, "Even if you don't recognize me as a master, my cultivation level as a teacher is indeed higher than yours. If you encounter any unsolvable danger, run immediately."

Fang Muyu looked at the slender and straight back of the man in front of him, pressed the words "don't worry about me" to her throat, and swallowed it.His thoughts were a little complicated for a while, he recalled that a few years ago, Jiang Wuchen was still recognized as a handsome young man in the mainland, and some even willingly traveled thousands of miles to the sect just to have a look at him...

Shaking his head violently, how could he think of this at this time, it's too inappropriate.

Pinned to his waist is the Xiuling Sword, which was chosen by his disciples during the general election. A reliable man draws his sword when he falls off the chain.

Glancing at Jiang Wuchen, who didn't have any magic weapon for protection, he was suspicious of his confident expression.

Finally, Jiang Wuyuan saw an old man weaving straw sandals in the bamboo window of a dilapidated thatched cottage as far as he could see.

Walking over to greet him politely, Jiang Wuyuan asked a few questions gently, with a respectful attitude and smooth language, showing the demeanor of a child of an aristocratic family in every way.

After exchanging pleasantries for a long time, we got to the point. After some nonsense, Jiang Wuyuan finally got some useful information.

For example, no one in the village came because of relocation, and the relocation was because of the Demon Cult.Also, the reason why the old man is here is that he is too old to walk far.

After figuring it out, Jiang Wuyuan heaved a sigh of relief, his nerves were no longer so tense, and after he relaxed, he seemed a little foolish.

I don’t have a magic weapon with me but I always have wine, and I can’t live without the wine river without resentment.Knowing that there was nothing serious about the village, he felt relaxed in Fang Muyu's eyes, took off the flagon and took a few sips.

"If it's nothing serious, we can go to the next place after investigating again." Wiping his mouth, Jiang Wuyuan said.

Fang Muyu didn't talk to him, or even express anything, but just glanced at him to show that he heard him when he was speaking.

As for that stone... Fang Muyu had never seen a stone with such a pattern before, and seeing that the person beside him didn't want to explain, he simply didn't mention it.

The two walked around the village for a few times and found no other problems. During the period, they had a simple lunch. Of course, Fang Muyu was the only one who needed to eat. Watching him gnaw dry food, making the former feel uncomfortable.

"Have you finished eating? Let's go." Seeing that he had almost finished eating, Jiang Wuchen stood up and patted his clothes.

Fang Muyu had no intention of speaking from the beginning to the end, stood up, and walked out of the only pavilion in the village where people could rest.

After leaving the pavilion, he felt something was wrong.

When did the temperature become so cold?

It was like being in a snow-capped mountain suddenly, the temperature dropped suddenly at a speed that could be detected by the skin, and a faint mist began to fill the village. After a while, the fog thickened, and the visibility was gradually only an arm's length away.

The surrounding wild grass and tall trees froze, and a thin layer of frost strangely formed on the leaves and tree trunks.The surrounding area was very quiet, the grass and trees were quiet, but Fang Muyu could feel the faint cold wind blowing from his neck, making him shiver.It was just a warm sun just now, but now the dense fog covers the sky like a cloud, and only a not so bright light shines through so that people can barely see what is within a hand.

Fang Muyu became vigilant and waited for a long time without any movement. Just as he was about to ask, a voice appeared——

"If you are looking for me, then let me go, don't involve innocent people."