Village Building Order Frenzy

In the howling cold wind, orange flames jumped, engulfing the frozen blue corpses one after another.

Last night, Zhang Yang became an orphan again, his uncle, aunt, and his cousin Xing Yu all died, the cause of death is unknown.

But this family was not the only one suffering in the village, a total of forty-five men, women and children died unexpectedly.

"It must be the black devil. The black devil has returned. It took their souls and weaved them into a black fishing net. Before the fishing net is finished, more people will die."

An old woman wearing a fur coat, a huge beast helmet on her head, and strange texture tattoos on her face and hands was whispering beside the fire. This seemed to be Elder Wu Yan in the village, who was in charge of teaching all Children speak basic magic words, and seem to have a high status.

Zhang Yang hid in the crowd and observed everything calmly. He is only fourteen years old now, about two meters tall and weighs nearly two hundred kilograms. But when he becomes an adult, he will be five meters tall and weigh eight hundred kilograms on average. Among the clansmen, they are really petite and weak.

By the way, it is worth mentioning that in this small village, there are as many as seven or eight villagers whose strength is close to that of a demigod.

But this is not a good sign.

Because this means that the way of heaven in this world has been a little out of control, so the merits of luck have tilted, and the aura of heaven and earth has fallen into a state of blind blowout or blind shriveling.

The description in the legend that the gods walk everywhere, and the demigod is not as good as a dog, is actually exposing a fact that this world is about to collapse, no matter from which angle you look at it, it is the same.

This can be exemplified by the world of the Thousand Hands.

The Thousand-handed Terran is powerful, but in their mortal world, the highest force is A+, and there is no legend, but who dares to say that the Thousand-handed Terran is weak?

That's the ability to bear the tide of mechanical zombies and still fight well.

Similarly, in Zhang Yang's sword cultivating world, the strength of ordinary mortals is actually gradually declining and shrinking. Even though a large number of Mahayanas who cross the catastrophe appear every year, the immortal cultivators flying through the clouds are getting farther and farther away from mortals. sight and life.

Under various cover-up methods, even records of immortal cultivators and some of the ancient books on cultivating immortal cultivation methods have become ghost novels, selling dog-skin plasters on the street.

In short, a mortal must look like a mortal.

It would be nice to reproduce with peace of mind, and live a happy life, how wonderful it is.

Of course, this is also of great benefit to the managers of one side of the world.

The first is the reduction of various expenses.

The second is to reduce the consumption of various aura laws.

The third is controllability, there is no need to bring down the immeasurable catastrophe to carry out treatment reforms. To be honest, in Zhang Yang's opinion, if a world is repaired by an immeasurable catastrophe every once in a while, it can only be said that the manager is incompetent. Heaven is incompetent, and the ultimate growth of this world is a question mark.

So it is very important to control this operation.

This is also a point that Zhang Yang has been busy planning.

To control all threatening forces, mortal affairs must be resolved by mortals themselves.

What?

Worrying about encountering ghosts and monsters is unfounded.

There will definitely be demons and ghosts, but if it is the turn of mortals to find a way to deal with them, it is enough to show that the managers of this world, such as Zhang Yang, have long since died or fled.

Before that, let alone demons and ghosts, even a little bit of supernatural phenomena in the mortal world is impossible and dare not exist.

The Hall of Secrets, the Hall of Inspection, the Hall of Punishment, and various departments have multiple angles and multiple supervisions. It is strange that something goes wrong.

Such a world is considered normal, healthy, lively, and full of vitality.

On the contrary, there are health problems.

Just like the world of the Xing clan.

Not only do mortals have demigod-level martial powers, but also indescribable shadows and filth appear. This does not mean that the spiritual energy is revived or the celestial spheres converge, but that they are dying.

"Brick No. 7, record important information. Once my trumpet dies, I will save this information first and send it back to the main body at all costs."

"According to the known information, the civilization of the Xing clan has revived spiritual energy. Well, the current level is about the fourth stage. I'm not sure whether the management of the Xing clan has lost their heads or was bewitched by the big wave of orcs. Reiki recovery happened and fermented?"

"Of course, I also detected an indescribable shadow that can directly plunder the souls of mortals, so I have an immature idea that the rules of the game of this ancient god are probably hidden in a corner of the world, In other words, as long as our sword repair civilization dares to break that wall, it means that we have jumped directly into the shabu-shabu. Therefore, for the time being, we cannot break that wall. will go beyond."

"But in this way, according to the game mechanism of this ancient god, we will face more and more pressure. Therefore, we must stick to the original strategy for 10,000 years, no, it cannot be shaken for 100,000 years. Be safe, the interior must be clean, and every inch of new land must be bombarded hundreds of times with the Soul Shock Package and the Hundred Thousand Thunder Tribulation Package.”

"Finally, I would like to reiterate again, show me all the possible conditions for the recovery of spiritual energy, and the behind-the-scenes control of the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine hidden sword veins must be in your own hands. Well, the information is recorded."

Zhang Yang arranged the most important things for this trip, and then continued to eat melons and watch dramas. Oh, no, he should observe this white land with a sad and hesitant mood. Is my future also so sad? ?

Half an hour later, when all the dead bodies were burned to ashes, the management of the village on the other side did not discuss a countermeasure, which was inevitable.

And people were panicked, so naturally no one would think about it for Zhang Yang's trumpet, and it was even more impossible for anyone to try to seize his inheritance.

The wind is getting stronger.

The snow is getting thicker.

People, more hungry.

Back at his already cold home, Zhang Yang quickly lit a fire to cook. This is a skill he has long mastered as a trumpet, so he doesn't have to worry about being seen through.

"So, sometimes it's good to build an organization of antivirus hunters."

Zhang Yang sighed silently in his heart, and ate up all the food reserves, then closed his eyes, and comprehended the basic witch words of the Xing clan.

It is almost predictable that the black shadow will come again tonight, and people will continue to die. Although Zhang Yang, the trumpet, has completed the main task, if he can live for a longer period of time, that would be great.

But to be honest, even he himself didn't really believe in this possibility.

After all, this place is too remote, everything is covered with ice, there are demigod-level beasts and strange demon spirits outside the village, and there are unknown shadows watching in the village, and he is just a child.