There are five buildings in this residential area where people live, and each building is in a state of chaos.
Yan Luo stood on the roof. From time to time, he could hear a woman's painful voice from under the floor. Yan Luo frowned tightly.
What she couldn't stand the most was women being bullied, and men using their unique possessions to do the worst things in the world.
Anyone she encounters will surely die.
Underwater, the twenty people from Fuguang Palace were divided into five groups, with each group cleaning a building.
Yan Luo saw them swimming to the entrance of the passage, twisted the neck of the person on duty with a snap, and then quietly sneaked into the corridor.
Soon, sounds of fighting were heard from several corridors.
Bai Yue and Yang Qingru hated scumbags the most. Although they were not in the same group, they spared no one when they saw these smelly men.
Finally, Fuguang Palace eliminated all the villains in the neighborhood, leaving only those who were not bad by nature.
"Thank you, young man. I kneel down for you!"
A woman in her forties was about to kneel down, but Yan Feng held her up. The woman cried excitedly,
"Thanks to you, we don't have to do that anymore."
As she said this, she was too embarrassed to speak and just hugged her fifteen-year-old daughter tightly in her arms.
There were bruises and whip marks on her daughter's body, and Yan Feng put his coat over her.
"Don't be afraid. You will have to work hard to live your life from now on."
In the end, there were still more than fifty women and twenty men left in this community.
Yan Feng did not take the supplies they sent and left directly with the disciples of Fuguang Palace.
Upstairs, the group of people were still kneeling and worshipping towards the distance until the shadow of the boat disappeared on the water.
Yan Luo rode his sword to catch up with the big ship.
The ship sailed on the water for ten days and finally arrived at a mountain. When they saw the land, everyone's eyes lit up.
These days, they see ghosts every night and they are almost suffering from nervous breakdown.
"Sister, shall we go to the mountains to rest for a day?"
"Can."
Yan Feng drove the boat close to the foot of the mountain. After folding the boat, everyone went up the mountain along the mountain road.
"There is a mountain road, it seems that there are people living here."
"I don't know who he is, but I hope he's not a bad person."
"What are the bad guys afraid of? We are just acting on behalf of heaven to punish evil and promote good."
In the past few days, they have eliminated several gangs, and the victims were very grateful and respectful to them, which made them feel more motivated.
At this time in the evening, the dense forests on both sides of the mountain road looked even denser, with weeds growing everywhere and the vision being obstructed.
The mountain road is made of piled stones. It is obvious that this path is old. The stones have been trampled to the point where their edges and corners have been lost. It is easy to slip if you are not careful.
There are weeds in the cracks of the rocks, but they are not tall, about the length of a finger. It is obvious that people often walk around, otherwise the weeds would grow wildly.
They were all cultivators, as light as a swallow and nimble in their movements. It was just a mountain road, so they walked naturally and steadily.
As they walked, they saw fireworks halfway up the mountain.
"Look, there's someone."
At this moment, the dense forest in front suddenly shook, and a figure rushed out from it at a high speed.
Yan Feng hurried forward to stop him.
"Friends, may I ask what you are doing..."
"ah!"
The boy ran up the mountain in a panic without looking back and even fell on the way.
Yan Feng touched his face awkwardly.
He didn't look that scary...
Yan Luo smiled and led everyone up the mountain.
When they reached halfway up the mountain, they discovered that there was a village.
At the entrance of the village is a farmhouse compound, which has been completely destroyed by the flood and is no longer habitable.
There are many stone houses at the back. The stone houses at the end of the village were washed away by the mudslide, and the surviving villagers lived in several courtyards at the head of the village.
Perhaps the young man came back to report the news, and the fireworks that were originally rising straight up were hastily extinguished by someone.
There was still some smoke in the air that had not yet dissipated, twisting and turning like a faint smudge of ink.
Yan Luo said,
"It seems like they are very defensive."
Yan Feng sighed. This was no longer a peaceful time when people could leave their doors unlocked at night, so it was natural for people to be on guard.
Yan Luo then said,
"It doesn't matter. I see that no one lives in that big yard, and the houses have collapsed. Let's go in and clean it up, and rest inside at night."
The farmhouse Yan Luo was pointing to was exactly that.
This place is far away from the city and there are no towns or villages around. In the past, people from the downtown liked to come here for a short stay on weekends to experience rural life, so everyone built a farmhouse courtyard in order to make money.
I think it was because of the rush when it was built, and the project was mediocre, so the mudslide didn't come, but it was knocked down by the wind and rain.
"Okay!"
Twenty people rolled up their sleeves and rushed forward to get to work.
Some of them used their spiritual power to wrap up broken wood and rocks and threw them into the forest, while others used their spiritual power to condense water to wash away the dust.
The people in the neighboring yards who were secretly looking over here all widened their eyes.
They are gods!
The place is cleaned up quickly and we can move in before dark.
Yan Luo put up a plastic roof on the roof, and it became a simple house.
"Sister Luo, what are we having for dinner today?"
Yan Luo said,
"Didn't we catch a few big carps on the way here? Let's grill them and have some."
"Okay!"
The carp was very big, weighing thirty kilograms, and roasting two of them would be enough for them to eat.
Although carp meat is not suitable for roasting, the smell of fresh roasted meat still makes the villagers drool.
They couldn't see what was happening in the compound and could only swallow their saliva in silence.
"Dad, Mom, what do you think they do? They have spiritual powers! Are they from Tianmo Temple?"
The young man who ran away just now asked the middle-aged man next to him.
The middle-aged man frowned and scolded him.
"Don't talk nonsense. The senior monks of Tianmo Temple are all monks. They are obviously not monks. They are definitely not from Tianmo Temple!"
The boy swallowed his saliva again.
That's right. Monks don't eat meat. They can't roast such delicious meat...
"Dad, are they bad guys?"
"I don't know. But you should stay away from them. The senior monk of Tianmo Temple said that we should live here peacefully and stay away from all the immortal cultivators, otherwise there will be disasters."
"I know, Dad!"
The boy didn't take this matter too seriously.
Yan Luo ate a piece of meat and drank a bowl of rice porridge, then saved his appetite for cooking in the middle of the night.
Everyone was finally able to avoid sleeping on the boat and seemed very happy.
There are many living people in the village, the yang energy is strong, and there are no ghosts.
After Yan Luo finished his meal, he looked through the window at the sky above the center of the village, and his expression changed slightly.
What is that?
In Yan Luo's eyes, the mountains at night are like a dark beast, full of unknown dangers.
But in places where people gather, there are twisted red lines floating in the air. These red lines are so thin and messy that they are completely invisible to the naked eye.
If Yan Luo was not in the habit of using his spiritual sense to investigate the surrounding situation, he would not have discovered this problem.