What appeared in Xiao Yang's eyes was a face with no facial features at all. On the other party's face, there was only one eye several times larger than an ordinary person. After turning his head, he looked at Xiao Yang.

However, this strange and terrifying eye did not cause any pause on Xiao Yang, but swept directly over Xiao Yang, as if he had seen nothing, and continued to walk forward.

Xiao Yang was shocked by the other party's non-human face, but he quickly reacted, clenched his fists and attacked directly at the back of his heart, "Pretending to be a ghost!"

"What are you doing?" Xiao Yang's fist was stopped halfway.

Xiao Yang turned his head and found that the person who stopped him from swinging his fists was the one who saw last night and shouted that he was waiting for someone to blaspheme the gods.

The other party held a torch in his hand, looking at him with horror, and said in a language that Xiao Yang could not understand: "You... you actually attacked the guide! No, you have the breath of the underworld. You have been to the underworld, and you ran back from there!"

Xiao Yang also felt strange when he looked at the other party. The rainstorm was pouring here, but the torch in the other party's hand was not affected at all.

Turning back, the faceless monster had completely disappeared.

"You have violated God's rules and you will be trapped in the underworld forever. You can't run out, you can't run out!" The man holding a torch kept murmuring, retreating, as if he had seen a ghost, suddenly screamed, and then rushed back into his thatched hut.

The surroundings of Xiaoyang became silent again.

I looked around carefully. The statue of the god before was still there.

Xiao Yang took a deep breath, suppressed the strangeness in his heart, and continued to leap down the mountain. Xiao Yang went down the mountain very quickly, but he could not go down the bottom of the mountain.

The heavy rain was getting heavier and landslides began to appear in a mountain. The landslides were very serious, and dozens of huge rocks rolled down from above the mountain.

Xiao Yang quickly found a sunken place on the mountain wall to hide. When he came to the sunken place, he found that the stone statue had appeared again! Under the stone statue, there was also a lighter that Zhao Ji had smashed before.

Then, hundreds of thatched huts appeared in front of Xiao Yang.

Xiao Yang sat in front of this stone statue like an experiment and fell asleep again. When Xiao Yang opened his eyes, he returned to the ancestral hall. In front of him, there were the town people who took out their heads and rakes in his hand.

Xiao Yang obediently walked out of the ancestral hall and returned to their farmhouse under the unkind gaze of the villagers. Xiao Yang saw that the seven team members of the Ninth Bureau had already cultivated the land in front of the farmhouse.

Zhao Ji was holding a hoe, shaking left and right, looking impatient.

After Xiao Yang came over, seven team members from the Ninth Bureau looked at Xiao Yang carefully. After waiting for a long time, one of them mustered up the courage to ask: "Your Excellency King, have you discovered something?"

Xiao Yang shook his head without saying a word.

The few of them looked back with regret.

Zhao Ji didn't say anything, just as if he had already accepted his fate.

A day passed by. In the evening, all the people in the town returned home. After a while, they saw that every household was raising smoke.

Xiao Yang and others also returned to the farmhouse and took out the dry food they carried to eat.

Suddenly, Xiao Yang spoke to the youngest team member: "Give me the lighter in your bag."

The young team member subconsciously moved his arms, then seemed to realize something, quickly stopped moving, and smiled bitterly: "Your Majesty, here we are the only boss who smokes, and I don't have a lighter on me."

"Is there no lighter in two days?" Xiao Yang smiled, "Two nights, you smashed a few lighters, huh?"

The team member looked puzzled, "Your Excellency King, what are you talking about?"

"Actually, I have always been curious about why this mountain is trapped." Xiao Yang took the young team member's backpack in his hand with an extremely quick action, flipped it casually, took out a lighter, threw it to Zhao Ji, and then leaned on the seat in the farmhouse in a comfortable position.

Zhao Jize happily lit a cigarette.

"First of all, it's the fact that Zhao Ji and I can't use my anger." Xiao Yang said, "Actually, at the beginning, I couldn't understand what exactly it was that could prevent us from using our anger. After all, there are not many people in this world who have the strength to lock me and Zhao Ji. People with this ability don't have to do these tricks. But I suddenly remembered that about a year ago, I saw a material on Guangming Island, which is a very unique metal that can perfectly block all anger. If there is no anger in the entire space, then can I think it is a way to limit our strength?"

"I have a doubt." Zhao Ji spoke.

"I know what you want to ask. In fact, you already have an answer in your heart, but you just don't want to accept it." Xiao Yang spoke, interrupted Zhao Ji's words and continued, "What just happened is about the reason why the qi in your body is restricted. According to that point just now, it is not difficult to understand. The dark clouds covering the sky are just like raining on the mountain of the gods. If we are really covered by some kind of metal, or if we enter a box specially made by someone else, it is possible that the other party wants to make anything happen in the box, right? After all, artificial rain is not a high-tech thing."

"The next thing is the second thing. We are trapped in the mountains. In fact, this is just you and I think we are trapped in the mountains. After all, in this mountain, all our relying on is just a stone marked and that stone statue. To put it bluntly, if I were asked to mark, I could tell you which stone was marked by what I had made, or to choose a stone that had already prepared dozens of stones of the same appearance and mark them, right?"

The team member who had been marking his marks looked a little ugly, "Your Excellency King, you must be responsible for what you said. Do you mean, am I making trouble in it?"

"No, no, no." Xiao Yang waved his hands repeatedly, "With you one, of course you can't create such a strange illusion, but if you seven are together, it will be easy to mislead Zhao Ji and me."

Xiao Yang's smile became more and more intense.

Zhao Ji's smoking frequency is getting faster and faster.

The faces of seven players in the Ninth Bureau were getting ugly.
Chapter completed!