Strange World Survival Manual

"Also, I won't let people from the village come in around here, so you can rest assured."

Li Si turned around and said to Shu Rong, Miao Bujiu and He Zhong who were standing aside.

Naturally, the things inside cannot be known to the people in the village, because if some peach trees and herbs suddenly appear here, something strange will definitely be noticed.

After all, these things don't grow like ordinary plants.

He will ask Xiao Duan to set up ghosts and build a wall here so that no one in the village can enter.

Upon hearing this, Shu Rong and the others nodded slightly, indicating that they understood.

Seeing them nodding, Li Si said to Xiaoyu who was still engrossed in eating: "As for the academy, I'll leave it to Mr. Yu."

Hearing his words, Xiaoyu's body immediately froze, then buried his head in the bowl and glanced at Li Si secretly. He heard his master call him Mr. Yu in front of outsiders, and felt a little guilty for a moment.

Li Si glanced over at him and nodded slightly to cheer him up.

"Okay." Seeing Li Si's expression, Xiaoyu immediately sat up straight and responded.

"That's it." Li Si nodded slightly, then his expression gradually calmed down, and he looked into the distance. He didn't know why he always felt a little uneasy, as if something happened in the distance that made him feel bad. .

Zetian County, Jingning County.

At this time, Jingning County was dyed red with blood, and the river in the city had become a complete river of blood, with all kinds of broken limbs floating in it.

"Hmm... comfortable..." The old Taoist priest sat by the river, stretched his bare legs into the river, and sighed comfortably.

At this time, an old man in white clothes was standing behind him and whispered: "Master Fu, I have investigated the matter, but I have not found out who did it."

"Hmm..." The old Taoist priest narrowed his eyes slightly and responded softly.

Then, the old man in white hesitated slightly and said: "But I found out that someone was erasing some traces in the city. The method was a bit like..."

"I know that this matter was probably done by Dragon King Cangxiu." The old Taoist priest waved his hand and said indifferently.

"Then should we continue to investigate?" the old man in white asked.

Hearing his words, the old Taoist priest shook his head and said with a smile: "No need, we set up a scheme against his daughter, and it's appropriate to let him vent his anger. Besides, it's been so long, you can't find out anything now."

The old man in white looked slightly startled when he heard this, and then nodded.

In fact, with the Yinsi's methods, as long as we investigate carefully, it is still possible to find out some things, but this will conflict with Fu Jun's plan.

"And speaking of dragons, don't I just have one?" The old Taoist priest stretched out his hands, and a woman in white appeared in his palms.

This woman was dressed in white gauze, with an elegant and beautiful appearance, and cold eyes, like a goddess.

"I don't know who saved your soul, so there's no need to hand you over to your father, but now it's just right, I'm short of a dragon."

The old Taoist priest smiled, and as soon as he raised his hand, the woman in white flew up, and then turned into a white dragon no longer than chopsticks.

This white dragon has two slender jade-like horns on its head, its white beard and hair are fluttering in the wind, its scales are exquisite, and its four slender claws trample the air like the most beautiful work of art.

It's just that its body is illusory at this time, like a foam image.

Then, the white dragon suddenly rushed into the blood river and disappeared, followed by a high-pitched dragon roar that echoed throughout the countryside.

However, this dragon's roar was not as majestic as the usual dragon's roar. Instead, it was full of pleasure, resentment, and hatred.

When this high-pitched dragon roar sounded, there was also a reaction in Cangjiang, thousands of miles away.

A few hundred meters deep in the Cangjiang River, there was a bead placed on a pillar. In the middle of the bead, there was a white dragon shadow screaming in pain.

"What's wrong?" At this time, a middle-aged man walked in, his eyes full of concern.

However, the dragon shadow in the bead paid no attention to it, and still roared and rolled, as if it was suffering the most painful thing in the world.

When the middle-aged man saw this, he was so anxious that he couldn't do anything. After rescuing his daughter, he kept her in his own Dragon Ball for training, but she never got better.

Even now, there has been deterioration.

However, he did not worry for long. The dragon shadow stopped neighing and became quiet. It turned into a beautiful woman, squatting in the dragon ball, and just kept shedding tears.

Seeing this, Cang Xiu carefully observed the dragon ball and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it didn't start to deteriorate.

But what made him feel uneasy was why his daughter was still crying.

But Cang Xiu has no choice now, because Bai Zhao's soul is still very weak, has no independent thinking, and cannot communicate.

"What happened?" He was filled with distress. Could it be that the way he treated his daughter was wrong?

Zetian County, Jingning County.

"Ang..." A high-pitched dragon roar sounded, and a small blood-red dragon jumped out of the river, and then bit the old Taoist priest's finger.

"Fu Jun!!!" When the old man in white clothes saw this, his expression changed drastically and he was ready to take action.

But at this time, the old Taoist priest made a stop motion with his other hand, so that the old man in white did not dare to step forward.

"Want to eat my flesh?"

The old Taoist priest raised his hand, and on his finger, there was a small dragon with a crystal blood red body biting into it, his eyes full of resentment.

"You can eat it if you want, but not now. If you eat it now, you will die." He chuckled, and with a flick of his fingers, he strangled the little blood dragon's neck.

"Ang!!!" The little blood dragon roared with all its strength, and its four claws scratched the old Taoist priest's hands frantically, but the old Taoist priest's old hands were like steel, leaving no trace at all.

The old Taoist priest's hand was scratched by the little blood dragon, but his expression was dull and he didn't care. Instead, he looked at the river beside him.

At this time, the blood color in the river had gradually faded and returned to its former clarity.

Then, the surrounding debris was bit by bit swallowed up by unknown things, changing into its original appearance.

But at this time, the streets of this city were deserted, it was dead silent, and it became an empty city.

Seeing this scene, the old Taoist priest's eyes showed no emotion. He turned to the old man in white and said, "I'm going to Shajun for a visit. You can handle the things here."

"Yes, Mr. Fu." The old man in white cupped his hands and bowed in response.

But what responded to him was boundless silence.

Then, he slowly raised his head and looked at the place where the old Taoist priest stood before. There was no one there, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The old man in white thought of something and sighed faintly: "This time, Mr. Fu... didn't even eat a soul..."

The voice was full of envy.