Then he frowned again.
This world gave him a strange feeling.
Between heaven and earth, in the omnipresent primordial energy, a trace of gray energy was mixed with pure light, giving people a dark and obscure aura that he had never seen before and could not describe.
A gentle breeze blew by, and from an old tree not far away came the shrill cries of crows, their mournful cries particularly jarring in the silent wilderness.
At the same time, Xiao Ning immediately sensed a dark aura appearing behind him, as if a sharp edge was looming over his back, giving him goosebumps.
He turned his head and saw a thin yellow shadow running from a distance.
Suddenly, Xiao Ning found that the surroundings had become dark, with only the moonlight from the sky shining coldly on the mass grave.
A few meters in front of him, bathed in moonlight, suddenly appeared a frail, ugly old woman with bound feet.
The old woman with bound feet was thin and bony, wearing white shoes and a pointed hat. She stared at him with a strange expression.
Just one glance was enough to send a chill down Xiao Ning's spine, as if he couldn't muster any strength at all.
"No, this is a mental illusion!"
"bark!"
He acted decisively, letting out a loud shout, his entire body surging with power, as if he had instantly transformed from a delicious little lamb into a ferocious tiger with bared fangs and claws.
Its boundless momentum surged forth, as powerful as the sun at its zenith.
"ah……"
A scream rang out from the old woman's mouth, followed by a puff of white smoke coming from her body.
In an instant, the old woman transformed into a shiny weasel, collapsed to the ground, struggled a couple of times, and then died.
Then, as its life force died out, the weasel, which had been covered in grease, quickly turned gray and became a pile of bones.
"It turned out to be a weasel that had become a spirit!"
"Interesting. This world has ghosts and spirits... I wonder if there are any immortals or gods?"
Looking at the weasel that had died from the impact of the blood and qi at his feet, Xiao Ning seemed to be deep in thought.
In folk legends, the weasel is also called Huang Daxian. Legend has it that Huang Daxian, who has supernatural powers, can use magic to bewitch people and suck their life essence.
It seems that this is the kind of thing Xiao Ning encountered today, and he almost fell victim to it.
Previously, Xiao Ning had only heard legends about weasels, but had never seen one in person. Today, he learned something new.
Just now, the weasel suddenly appeared and transformed into an old woman, which startled Xiao Ning, who was unprepared, in this deep mountain forest. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and killed it with lightning speed.
"I wonder what kind of place this is..."
Xiao Ning looked around and saw a vast expanse of mountains and forests with no sign of human habitation. He couldn't help but mutter to himself.
"Forget it, let's just keep going in one direction, and we should be able to find some people!"
After hesitating for a moment, he decided to leave this awful place.
Looking up, Xiao Ning walked towards the moon, ignoring the mournful cries that echoed in his ears. He continued walking for over half an hour, covering dozens of miles.
As the mountains and forests receded into the distance, a field came into view, and at the edge of the field, a village could be vaguely seen.
As Xiao Ning got closer, he realized that this was an abandoned village. The ruins at the entrance of the village told the story of how humans once lived here.
The deserted village was not large, with only forty or fifty households. It seemed to have suffered from a plague, with graves everywhere around the village. Everyone had fled, and there was no one left.
Xiao Ning entered the village and searched it thoroughly.
Nothing was gained.
"well!"
Xiao Ning sighed and continued walking forward.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, a stream appeared ahead. Under the moonlight, the stream flowed out from afar, like a long jade ribbon, shimmering with silver light as it flowed into the distance.
The stream was shallow, only about knee-deep, but it was quite wide, about ten feet wide.
Xiao Ning bent down, quickly splashed water to wash her hands, and then wiped her face. Through the moonlight, Xiao Ning's figure was revealed in the reflection on the water.
One can vaguely see that the boy has broad, sturdy shoulders and well-defined abdominal muscles. He is tall and strong, with a firm and upright posture. His broad shoulders and eight-pack abs are clearly defined and without any excess fat.
Two thick, powerful thighs, long, sturdy calves, and bulging muscles on the calves, as athletic and powerful as a leopard.
He has healthy, smooth, wheat-colored skin, a neat short haircut, a well-defined face, bold, sword-like eyebrows, bright and sharp eyes, a straight nose, and a slightly stubborn mouth with a few green hairs.
"I'm still as handsome and irresistible as ever!"
After indulging in his narcissism for a while, Xiao Ning continued on his way.
Finally, as the morning star rose in the east, we arrived at a small town.
Once inside the town, Xiao Ning realized...
The people coming and going here, regardless of age or gender, are all short, sallow-faced, thin, dressed in coarse cloth short jackets, and have pale, sickly appearances, as if they are malnourished.
Standing tall and imposing, Xiao Ning was like a crane among chickens, and his handsome face attracted many people to turn around and steal glances.
From the conversations and accents of passersby, Xiao Ning vaguely understood that Manqing had died, which was during the Republic of China era, but the specific year was unclear.