As they continued to deepen in the secret realm, the level of monsters that Miao Xiaomiao and the others encountered was also increasing. Now they were even careful when walking, for fear of disturbing the second-level monsters.

The perception distance between the second-level monster is not much different from that of the mental distance between the second-level monster, so he is now lying in Mu Qingyun's arms, enjoying Mu Qingyun's caress while opening the perception to the maximum to avoid entering the mental detection range of the second-level monster.

Now his team has expanded to six people, namely Cheng Jingyi and Wu Ziqi of Chihuo Dao Palace; Yin Tong of Qingding Dao Palace, and Mu Qingyun, Lin Muwan and Luo Shuyao of Zikun Dao Palace.

After about half a quarter of an hour of walking, a grand canyon appeared in front of me. Looking at the shaking wooden suspension bridge, Miao Xiaomiao's eyes shrank suddenly.

"From the traces on the wooden bridge, there should be people walking around here from time to time." Wu Ziqi squatted down and observed it, and came to the conclusion.

Miao Xiaomiao nodded: "There is a human breath, and a large part of it is mortals."

Everyone's minds were shocked. If Miao Xiaomiao's perception was not wrong, there might be a tribe or town inhabited by mortals in front of them.

In this way, they may know more about this place, which is of great help to their trials in the secret realm.

Because the wooden bridge has been around for a long time and although there are traces of repair, it is still a bit dangerous. Therefore, everyone used the light body technique to reduce their weight and came to the opposite side safely.

Walking along the path, within a quarter of an hour, they saw the misty smoke from cooking. There was indeed a mortal life here.

Walking into the village and looking at the faint runes on the outside, Wu Ziqi frowned and said, "The level of the prohibited magic array here is quite low. How can we defend against the attack of second-level monsters?"

Lin Muwan pouted and grabbed Miao Xiaomiao hard, saying unconsciously: "You can guess it, there must be something unusual here."

Wu Ziqi was graceful and smiled softly: "Junior Sister Lin was talking about it, but I don't know if it was a magic weapon or another restriction; I think with the junior sister's perception ability, she must have already gained a glimpse."

Lin Muwan gave Wu Ziqi a blank look and did not respond. The two of them were very wrong. They tried their best to confront each other as soon as they had the chance.

"Dang thump..." The sound of the crutch hitting the bluestone slab came from not far away. When everyone looked in the sound, they saw an old man with a nearly white hair and a haggard face slowly walking out of the village with a double-headed crutch.

The old man seemed to have poor eyesight, and he only realized the person in front of him when he got closer.

"You are from the city, hurry up, sit inside." For some reason, the old man was not surprised by everyone's arrival. While leading the way, he said, "In our village, no one has come in for a long time. I thought the city lord had forgotten us."

"Master Lord?" Miao Xiaomiao was extremely suspicious, but he did not dare to speak out to avoid scaring the old man in front of him.

Mu Qingyun glanced at Miao Xiaomiao, and saw that he nodded to her, then stepped forward, helped the old man up, and asked with a smile: "Old man, we are indeed coming from the city, but the city has no complete records of the situation here. I hope you can tell me one or two."

"Oh, it's natural for the people in the village to walk, and the adults in the city to not remember."

The old man seemed a little sad, his voice getting lower and lower, but in a flash, he became energetic and squinted his eyes and said, "Little girl, is the city lord asking you to come here to find the fairy seedlings?"

Mu Qingyun was stunned for a moment. She didn't know what the fairy rice was meant, but she reacted in an instant and returned: "Yes, I think there is one in the village. We saw the smoke from here in the distance, so we came to investigate, but we didn't expect to meet you, old man."

"Some, some, Liu'er is eight years old and is an excellent fairy seedling." The old man smiled and was as happy as a child. He held Mu Qingyun's hand and led her to walk towards a courtyard in the middle of the village.

The houses in the courtyard look a bit dilapidated, but overall they are pretty good. At least they won’t even have the most basic function of sheltering from wind and rain.

"In recent years, monsters are rampant, and most of the male men in the village have died in the fight against monsters. The remaining areas that cannot stand the cruel environment here have fled to the villages near the city. Over time, only me, the old man, and Qingyuan and his family are left here.

But Qingyuan died early in Huanyin Mountain, leaving Liu'er and his mother alone. Alas, it's so hard for him to live." The old man sighed and pushed open the gate of the yard.

"Mom, grandpa is here!" Liu'er, who was strengthening her body in the yard, saw the old man coming in, and shouted quickly. At the same time, he walked closer.

The old man smiled and said, "Good Liu'er, keep practicing, I have something to say to your mother."

Liu'er said "yes". Although he was a little afraid of everyone behind the old man, he still bowed properly, and then quickly ran to the place just now and continued to stance.

"Come on, please come in, Mr. An." At this moment, a woman walked out of the house. Her face was not very good, as if she was overworking.

After everyone entered the room, the woman looked at the old man at a loss.

"Forget it, let me say it." The old man waved his hand and asked the woman to retreat aside.

"You have all seen it. There is really nothing here that can entertain you, so please don't mind." After saying this, the old man was a little nervous.

"It's okay, we'll come over to investigate and we'll leave later." Mu Qingyun helped the old man to the chair and asked him to sit down and talk.

Because the space inside the house is limited and there are only two complete chairs, the others waited and stood beside the pillars and listened.

"I know what you want. After I hand over Liu'er to you later, I will take you to get the spirit beads." The old man saw Mu Qingyun becoming silent after saying the previous sentence, so he sighed and knew that the spirit beads could not be saved, so he said like this.

Mu Qingyun didn't say anything, and she was confused now, but her expression remained unchanged. She nodded and waited for the old man to tell her everything.

The old man had never encountered a city envoy as hard as Mu Qingyun in his life. He gritted his teeth and continued: "You can only get three spiritual beads at most. If there are more, the defense of the village will collapse!"

Mu Qingyun thought about it in her heart, then smiled and said, "Old man, three are too many, we are not greedy, just two are enough."

The old man was obviously stunned for a moment. He thought he had heard it wrong, but when he heard Mu Qingyun repeat the sentence, he held Mu Qingyun with his trembling hands.

"Miss is so nice. When you leave, the old man gives you two jars of good wine!

Alas, the village is poor, and there is really nothing to do. Don’t refuse the old man’s kindness.”
Chapter completed!