Panguan

The "door" just now seemed to have sent them from a deserted village to another deserted village. As far as the eye could see was a high wooden fence, and inside the fence was a group of houses with no end at first glance, about a hundred households.

The difference is that the houses in the previous village were all two-story buildings, but the houses here are very low, with thatched eaves and rough walls. Like a mountain village house from long, long ago.

Zhang Lan was leaning against a thatched shed outside the fence. His right hand was covered in blood from his palm to his arm.

Her brother Zhang Yalin stood nearby, grabbing a few talisman papers and sticking them on her arms under the command of Aunt Zhang.

"When Uncle Mao and I came out, Zhang Lan... was about to push the wooden fence door, and that's what happened." Xia Qiao said, "From here to here, there are all cuts. "

"Boss." Lao Mao was already at Xie Wen's side.

His first reaction was not to look into Xie Wen's eyes, but to look at Xie Wen's hands, and then he said nothing as if he was relieved.

Zhang Lan rushed to this side and said: "Ya Lin and I felt something was wrong as soon as we came out. When the thunder rolled past, our spirits were shaken and all five senses were lost. For several seconds, we couldn't see or hear anything. Missing. When I could see him, he was already in front of the fence, pushing the door open as if he was sleepwalking."

"Loss of all five senses?" Wen Shi glanced at Xie Wen again.

The situation mentioned by Zhang Lan is somewhat similar to Xie Wen's, but a little different. He couldn't tell clearly for the moment, so he could only stare at Xie Wen to observe his state: "Can you see now?"

Xie asked: "Don't worry."

Of course, when he heard this, he was not at ease. He simply closed his eyes and looked at Xie Wen's spiritual appearance, but he didn't see any changes. In addition, Xie Wen's behavior at this time was very normal, and it seemed that there was really no problem.

They walked to the thatched shed and saw Zhang Yalin pasting up the last talisman.

There was almost no good skin on Zhang Lan's entire arm, it was covered with wounds, which made Xia Qiao grimace.

"Don't look like that, it will be fine soon." Zhang Lan pointed at her talisman and said, "The effect will be very fast."

As she spoke, her wounds were indeed closing at a speed visible to the naked eye, but within a few seconds, the wounds that had been healed reopened.

My aunt's expression changed immediately: "How is that possible?"

Zhang Yalin also frowned. The shirt on his arms was torn in several places and the fabric was hanging. He probably encountered a similar situation to his sister, but he was slightly luckier and did not touch the fence door directly.

"Has this worked for you before?" Wen Shi asked.

Zhang Lan: "Nonsense!"

With a dark face, she turned her arms and looked around, then asked Zhang Yalin, "Are you sure you posted them in the order I told you?"

Zhang Yalin said: "Yes, didn't you see what I posted?"

As he spoke, the wounds healed and cracked two more times, and more blood seeped out.

"My beautiful hands won't be useless here, right?" Zhang Lan's face was pale.

She was about to ask her brother to try another method, when she saw Xie Wen reached out and picked off a piece of talisman paper from her, handed it to Zhang Yalin and said, "The last one is about to fall off."

"Why are you moving things?" Zhang Lan's talisman was not something ordinary people would dare to touch. Zhang Yalin looked at Xie Wen with admiration and speechlessness, and re-pasted the talisman in that place.

Maybe it was because he had reattached it firmly. This time, the wound on Zhang Lan's hand slowly healed and did not crack again in a large area. Part of it actually scabbed off.

In the blink of an eye, half of the wounds were reduced, and the scene became much better. Zhang Lan let out a long breath, rolled his eyes at Zhang Yalin and said, "I just asked you whether there was something wrong with your post just now."

Zhang Yalin pinched the bridge of her nose and said for a long time: "Maybe, you just say so."

Zhang Lan turned back and stared at Wen Shi suspiciously: "So you didn't feel anything when you came out?"

When I heard about it, I wasn't good at pretending, so I simply said, "No."

Zhang Lan immediately turned from suspicion to glare: "Impossible, everyone here reacted, except you? Is your spirit so stable? You don't even feel dizzy, vomiting, or nauseous?"

When I heard it: "No."

Zhang Lan looked like he had seen a ghost.

Of course she didn't know there was a reason for hearing it. She didn't even have a complete spiritual image, so how could she be shocked? Of course, Wenshi wouldn't explain this to her.

Rather than himself, his mind was now on Xie Wen. He was very surprised by Xie Wen's state - when the spirit was shocked like this, there was a high probability that there was a complex and powerful formation here, perhaps covering the entire deserted village or even a larger place. in.

The specific use and purpose are still unclear, but does this formation really shock Xie Wenduling?

That's beyond the reach of dust...

The Zhang siblings obviously also knew that the reason why they had such an accident was because there was a large formation here. Zhang Yalin asked Xiao Hei: "Can you see the formation here?"

Xiao Hei looked around, grabbed a handful of stones, and half-knelt on the ground to place them.

This posture seemed familiar when I heard it. Buning, the ancestor of hexagrams and formations, often did this, carrying a few coins and a bag of cobblestones with him.

While walking, he will suddenly stop and become stunned. Of course, he often argued that it was not a daze, but a dream.

Zhong Si responded in a low tone: "Yes, yes, Qingtian daydreams."