The gray fog scene in front of Jiang Yan gradually blurred, and a pastoral farm village appeared in his sight.

Quiet, peaceful, quiet.

The sound of birds singing, the sound of flowing water, and the rustling sound of leaves rolling.

There are also many sounds gathered together and gently entered Jiang Yan's ears.

Although there are many sounds, they are not messy. If you listen carefully, your heart will become quiet in an instant.

"It's time to harvest millet!"

"It's time to harvest millet!"

"It's time to harvest millet!"

Suddenly, a clearer voice penetrated into his heart.

Jiang Yan raised his head and looked forward. The yellow and orange rice had matured and heavy, bent the rice stalks.

All of this can be shown that this is a good year.

Jiang Yan couldn't help but smile a satisfied smile. He remembered that he also had forty acres of land. With these gains, he could marry Cuihua in the next year.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yan was suddenly stunned.

Cuihua?

Who is this?

Who am I...?

Jiang Yan's eyes were confused.

Sizzle! Sizzle!

A series of weak sounds spread quietly.

Jiang Yan's eyes disappeared in confusion, and his eyes became clear again, "I am Jiang Yan, a farmer in Taoyuan Village, Cuihua, my sweetheart..."

"Get harvested millet!"

Thinking of this, Jiang Yan followed some memory and came to a large valley.

He bent down, took off the sickle he carried, and prepared to harvest the rice.

Swish!

Jiang Yan cut it off with one knife, it was fast and stable.

Buzz! With this knife cut, Jiang Yan felt a faint crisis in his heart. Under physical stress, all his neck hair stood up!

Hum? Jiang Yan's expression moved and his movements stopped.

"What a strange illusion?" He shook his head, "Why did he suddenly feel a sense of panic with palpitations?"

"Forget it, let's cut the millet first!"

Jiang Yan raised his sickle again, and he hooked it on the rice straw with one knife and pulled it hard.

stretch!

To Jiang Yan's surprise, the rice straw was very tough and he seemed unable to cut it off!

"How is that possible?"

Jiang Yan frowned slightly, and a twisted sense of confusion arose in his heart. It was so strange that the sickle could not cut the straw.

"I don't believe it yet."

Raise the sickle again.

Sigh! Above the sickle, there is a layer of white air flowing around.

"Well...what is this?" Jiang Yan was stunned. He stared at the white airflow above the sickle, with contemplation in his eyes.

He stretched out his finger and touched it lightly.

Hiss! A wound was easily cut from the fingertips, and at the same time, a faint pain came.

Jiang Yan felt that he was very familiar with this white airflow, but he just couldn't remember it.

"No matter what, it's important to cut millet..."

His eyes were certain that no matter what, he had to cut off the millet. This seemed to be a certain obsession in his heart.

Swish! The sickle is like a crescent moon in winter, icy and cold!

With great gains, I can marry Cuihua. Thinking of this, Jiang Yan's expression softened and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Boom! Boom!

Before Jiang Yan could cut the rice, suddenly, over this quiet village, a big hand reached out and landed from the clouds to cover everything.

As this big hand appeared, the snow-capped mountains shattered, the streams rolled back, and a raging fire ignited above the fields.

Is this? Jiang Yan suddenly raised his head and widened his eyes.

Crack! Crack!

The scenery of the village is like a large mirror, slowly shattering.

Jiang Yan's eyes became blurred, and then it became clearer.

His eyes were gray.

The so-called pastoral village does not exist at all, and Jiang Yan is still under the Tangxi attic.

At this moment, his actions were quite strange.

Jiang Yan looked at his right hand, and he held the sword with his right hand, crossing it over his neck.

He could even understand the coldness of the sword's sharp blade through his neck skin.

"Cut millet, cut millet..."

"The head fell..."

Could it be...

Jiang Yan's expression was cold. He suppressed other emotions tightly and made some guesses boldly.

This weirdness can control the mind, confusing memories, and make people commit suicide.

Cutting millet is a shit, it's a fucking cut of your own head.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yan suddenly felt a little scared. He had just been controlled by the weird one.

At the same time, he was also a little confused about how he escaped from the illusion of his mind just now.

Could it be that kind of big hand?

Boom!

Boom!

A loud noise like the crack of the earth suddenly came from the southeast direction, and the fog rolled, sometimes thick and sometimes dimmed.

Has any strong man taken action?

Jiang Yan understands it.

No wonder he can temporarily break free from the weird control.

Jiang Yan bowed to the southwest direction, expressing his gratitude.

Then, he tilted his head slightly, his eyes drooped, and looked carefully at his neck.

Under his careful observation, a white mark came into his eyes.

Jiang Yan was very grateful.

Fortunately, I practiced high-level external skills and chopped it casually, but did not hurt myself.

Fortunately, there are strong people who take action in time. If they use their internal energy to attack themselves, it will be really unpredictable.

By the way, that sound?

Jiang Yan immediately became alert. He just listened carefully to the strange sound before he fell into a fascination.

He looked around and his face turned cold.

Jiang Yan found that there seemed to be fewer people in their group.

"How many people were killed just now!" he asked directly.

"Report to the master of the hall, we just lost twenty people!"

Twenty people?

Jiang Yan looked silent, he lowered his eyes and whispered.

After a few breaths, Jiang Yan slowly straightened his body and prepared to take people to continue escaping.

People cannot be resurrected, but the living must always work hard to live.
To be continued...