You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 929 Weird Broth

Chang Qing made the fasting pill in just half an hour, but for some reason, since they went up the mountain again, the eyes of the people around them seemed to have changed a lot. Under the gloomy sky, the atmosphere also seemed much gloomier.

The few people distributing the pills felt the townspeople's gazes on them, looking at them with a chilling look. Even the most cautious people could sense that something was amiss.

After taking the fasting pills, the atmosphere on the top of the mountain was obviously much better. Everyone had strength, and the atmosphere became lively with constant conversation. Changqing and others were led by the mayor to a cave and began to dry clothes around the fire. The cave was almost full of old and weak people, but these dozen or so people were all in a daze, with bitterness and heartache on their faces.

Zhong Baixuan tried to strike up a conversation, but the old men didn't respond. They looked at them with cold and sympathetic eyes, as if... they were looking at a dead person.

The creepy look makes people feel uneasy.

Night fell quietly, and a strange meaty aroma filled the entire mountaintop. Changqing and his companions couldn't help swallowing their saliva. Although the fasting pills could relieve hunger, they were far less intense than a full stomach.

But the moment he smelled the aroma of meat, Changqing clearly noticed that several old men had shrank towards the corner of the cave at the back, as if they were very afraid of the fragrance.

The mayor ordered someone to send a large bowl of fragrant broth, saying that in the evening, he would come back to remind several townspeople downstream to catch two yellow piglets, and specially stewed a large pot of it for several people to try first.

Changqing took it with a smile, said a lot of polite words, and then sent the man away.

But at Changqing's signal, when Yun Qinghan, who was holding back his saliva, handed the broth to the old men inside, more than a dozen old men avoided the broth as if it were a snake or scorpion, and were terrified. There was even a foul smell coming out, and a puddle of water appeared on the ground.

Gazing at the broth, the aroma was alluring, and no one dared to move. Changqing suddenly realized something, and a formation disk slipped seamlessly from his sleeve into his palm. Within the concealment of Changqing's sleeve, the spirit crystal was pressed into the formation disk. A thin, film-like touch quickly passed through the bodies of several people. They all felt it, a little surprised, and Changqing nodded slightly.

The penetrating feeling like a film soon enveloped the entire camp, as if it had a surveillance effect. The scenes in the entire camp were vividly reflected in the minds of several people.

In front of the two steaming pots, countless townspeople were scrambling with broken bowls to scoop up the broth from the pots, like crazy. At first, they didn't think anything was wrong, after all, they hadn't eaten for several days. But soon, they discovered something was wrong. These villagers were too crazy about the broth, and it seemed that they wanted to chew the whole pot into pieces and stuff it into their stomachs.

This behavior was not as simple as being hungry for a few days. The broth in the pot seemed to have a deep magic that made people give up everything in exchange for a sip, just like a starving ghost reincarnated.

Such a strange scene made the few people look disgusted. They couldn't help but sit further away from the steaming broth beside the campfire. This broth was very wrong, and they were afraid that it had been tricked.

"Don't worry, let's take a look and see what the trick is." Chang Qing's hand in his sleeve was playing with the array plate. Perhaps it was getting dark, water vapor began to rise, and the thick smoke from the campfire was slowly rising. The cave became hazy, and the smoke rolled and drifted out of the cave.

Outside, Mayor Tian looked at the broth that was being snatched away with a strange expression, as if he was a little disdainful and a little reluctant. The moment before, he only felt as if something had penetrated his body and left. It was very strange. He mobilized the spiritual power in his meridians, but did not notice anything. He just thought that he was too tired today and was in a trance.

He just turned around and looked at the cave under the mountain wall not far away. There was thick smoke, but he could just barely see the figures of several people roasting by the campfire. He sighed deeply and was about to look away, but he saw Changqing, under the illumination of the campfire outside the cave, take the lead in picking up the soup bowl and taking a big gulp.

"There's no drug in it, it tastes good, drink it without worry." Chang Qing's voice rang out, and the others couldn't hold back any longer.

Yun Qinghan, Zhong Baixuan, Ling Yu, and Jie Xinyu picked up their bowls and took a sip, and several refreshing gasps were heard.

The crowd that was originally noisily scrambling for the broth suddenly quieted down, all looking towards the cave, their eyes glowing green with greed, until an old cough was heard from the shadow of a nearby tree, and then the group reluctantly withdrew their gazes and continued to scramble for the broth.

Yun Qinghan smacked his lips and murmured with lingering satisfaction, "Wild yellow pig? The taste is quite strange, but it's really not bad. I've never tasted such a delicacy before. What a pity..."

"Mayor Tian, ​​could you please give me another bowl? We can pay for it." Yun Qinghan raised the empty bowl in his hand with regret.

"Thank you for your courtesy, my dear friends. You are the great benefactors of my Chiyuan Town, so of course it is possible." The man smiled and quickly brought another bowl. This bowl was obviously the thick soup from the bottom layer, and there were a lot of small pieces of yellowish meat in the soup.

"Thank you, Mayor." Yun Qinghan hurriedly brought it over and took a big gulp, but it was snatched away by Zhong Baixuan again. He was quite impatient. In just a few breaths, the whole bowl was empty.

"Delicious~~" Chang Qing groaned, "Thank you, Mayor, for the treat!!"

After watching them finish the broth, a strange look flashed across the man's face, then quickly disappeared. "No, no, everyone, take a break. The rain will probably take another half a day to stop. You need to stay alert."

"Then I'll bother the mayor for a few more days."

The night deepened, dark clouds pressed down, the sky was invisible, only tiny flames struggled in the darkness.

Before they knew it, it was midnight. Perhaps sensing that the atmosphere was different, the chirping of insects around them disappeared, and a dark shadow came in front of the few people who were taking a nap. As soon as they opened their eyes, they felt a skinny finger covering their mouth: Hush!

Changqing quieted down. In front of him was a ragged old man with anxious eyes. He said in a small voice that only the two of them could hear: "Young man, you'd better wake up your companions and leave quickly while it's dark."

"Leaving? Why?" Changqing asked curiously with confusion in his eyes.

The brilliance in the old man's eyes dimmed slightly under the reflection of the fire. "You can't drink that bowl of soup! It's all a sin. It's best not to ask, young friend. Time is running out. It's best to leave as soon as possible before they notice."

Chang Qing's ears twitched slightly, and he said helplessly: "Thank you, old man, but it's too late to say anything now..."

The old man pricked up his ears and listened carefully. After a while, he heard the rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other, which gradually approached from a distance. He became even more anxious. "Young friends, you two should go ahead. I can hold on for a few breaths, but I can still run down the mountain. The caravan members are all martial artists, so I don't know if they can guarantee your safety for a while."

This skinny old man, with his withered blood surging in his body, actually has the cultivation of a warrior.

Seeing this, Chang Qing smiled strangely, staring at the old man, and a sachet appeared in his hand. He waved it in front of the old man, and the fragrance was so fragrant that the old man felt as if his head was hit by a heavy hammer, and he fell down in the blink of an eye.

"It has to be you~" Yun Qinghan's voice sounded, but it was a little vague.