After sighing, Zhang Fan stopped thinking about it, walked straight forward, stumbled his toes, and pointed it on the corpse of the medicine man.

When his toes were in contact with the corpse, a red light flashed, and the already incomplete clothes on the corpse were immediately broken and flew. However, due to Wanqing's presence, he left a rag to cover the vital points of his lower body.

As the clothes collapsed, there were also the dark brown blood stained on the corpse, the mucus in the snake's body, etc. The entire corpse seemed to be clean at this time, "such as taking a big shower."

Even so, some things remained on the body. They were not very clear when they were pregnant. When they looked at them again, they understood clearly and immediately attracted them: people's gaze.

After all, Wanqing was also a foundation-building monk. After a little discomfort, she had already recovered. She suppressed her disgust and followed Zhang Fan to take a look.

"Yes"

On the corpse, there are dense black stripes. These stripes are extremely slender. If they are single, they are extremely easy to ignore. After being connected, they are like a large purple net. It seems that if you tighten a little, you can divide the whole body into countless pieces.

Words such as "erosion mutation" instantly appeared in the minds of the three of them. The medicine men in front of them were obviously infected by something like the previous strange rabbit and big snake. They just turned into this.

"We just checked it. The remaining elixirs in the soil are over five hundred years old at the latest." After looking at the corpse, Wan Qing suddenly spoke.

If she had known that she had been checking the soil before, she would not have been able to identify the residual and age of the elixir from the soil. Such skills had to be immersed in many years. Zhang Fan was secretly impressed and frowned and asked Xinfeng's question.

"In other words, this place has been eroded by some special aura for five hundred years?"

"Then how could these people survive until now?"

"Man is different from spiritual herbs."

Wanqing shook her head, picked a purple rhyme and Liulan and put it on and played with it, and said quietly: "The spiritual grass is much more sensitive than humans, especially this purple rhyme and Liulan."

"What's more, although they absorbed a large amount of unknown aura and grew stronger, making other spiritual herbs extinct, they were also considered a good thing."

After listening, Zhang Fan pondered for a moment and agreed with her statement.

Naturally, human sensitivity cannot be compared with spiritual herbs. In addition, the large amount of adsorption of these purple rhymes is actually quite purified or blocked until the breath is so rich that it cannot absorb it, and it affects people and animals.

What's more, even if it erodes the human body, it will not take effect in a short time. Even if it places a human body in an extremely dark place, it will not be able to turn into a zombie immediately.

After understanding this, Zhang Fan stopped paying attention to this matter and turned to look for other clues on his body. After arriving here, there was a fog. Now he finally had a living specimen, so he would not let it go easily.

Although there is no study on the examination of the body, you can still see a lot of things after a brief look.

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This person's face was distorted, his eyes were bulging, and his teeth were stained with something like raw flesh. His hands and feet were all red. His nails were as beautiful as snake scales of a strange snake, and his nails were as long as hooks. They were filled with things like flesh and mud, and they looked like beasts on all sides and had bare hands.

The body was covered with abrasions, but they were not fatal. What was not dead by the kiss of a snake. What really killed him was the sharp blade like a broken belly between his chest and abdomen. Such a method must be done by humans. In other words, there are definitely people living besides this person, and the person of the tenth person has not mutated. His mind is still sober.

The key now is to find this person. He may know more about this place, and it will save them from looking around like a headless flies here.

After pondering for a while, Zhang Fan spoke up and said the observation, and then suggested: "Miss from the late Qing Dynasty, Laojiu, there is no danger here. It is so big again, I think the three of us should just pick it up separately and get it faster."

Wanqing hesitated for a moment, nodded in agreement, let alone a glass of wine. He wanted to leave here early and go back and soak it directly in the wine jar, so naturally he had no objection.

After the communication was completed, Zhang Fan was waiting to leave. However, he was stopped by Wan Qing. Under his confusion, Wan Qing took out two emerald green jade pendants from Qiankun bag, handed them to him and a glass of wine, and said at the same time:

"This is a jade talisman that can be transmitted through it if you find anything or any accident.

"Speed ​​Jade Talisman?"

Unlike a glass of wine that was not too lazy to even look at it, Zhang Fan played with it with interest, and saw that the veins were as clear as real leaves, and the spiritual energy fluctuated faintly. He couldn't help but secretly praised it in his heart.

As soon as he found that this thing was completely different from ordinary sound transmission notes, and was similar to the strange sound transmission method that had been passed down in Lingcui Garden in the past, and had unique secrets.

There was no full effort to stimulate it, but after a little touch, I felt the endless purple rhymes around me tremble slightly, as if echoing something

“Through the plant?”

Zhang Fan was suspicious, but he didn't ask. This was equivalent to their secret method of Zhilantian. Looking for the root cause is a taboo.

After setting up the contact information, the three of them no longer delayed and left separately. The difference was that a glass of wine was vaguely moving in a direction parallel to Wanqing, and there was no real difference. It was obviously because they were worried about her safety.

At this time, Zhang Fan had already seen that this glass of wine was not as ordinary as it was on the surface, and his true identity might not be the first-class outer disciples as Wan Kuai said, but it seemed like he was secretly protecting Wan Qing.

This is not surprising. Just like in Xiang Ming’s Duobao Pavilion, Zhang Fan felt that someone seemed to be peeping in the dark, but his cultivation was still shallow at that time. He could not clearly grasp it!

After leaving Wanqing with him, Zhang Fan stayed there for a while, then looked at the snake and rabbit in the distance, pondered for a while, but turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

The corpse in the snake's belly has rotted and has been eroded and mutated and has lost its mind. It cannot be seen from common sense that if a person with normal mind is not strong enough, he should not live next to a beast like a strange snake.

Although this strange snake is like a toy in his hands with a glass of wine, its real combat power is not allowed to be close to the mortal world, so how can a mortal gain a foothold within its sphere of influence?

He himself does not believe in the birth of some immortal cultivator in such a small place. Without resources, no one can achieve any results.

Zhang Fan did not fly in the air like a glass of wine and Wanqing, but moved his body and instantly rushed into the purple-Yunliu Lan flower field. A sound of "cold and green" sounded. If it seemed from a high place, it would be seen that the flower field was rolling. A purple wave appeared, like a long winding away.

Even though he was walking on his face, Zhang Fan was still fast, and his eyes were patrolling left and right. If he didn't touch the ground, he seemed to be crossing the ground. He was a little distracted and could not stand the figure.

After moving forward for a while, he became more and more sure that his thoughts were not wrong. Even if he could not find traces of those medicine men here, he would have other gains.

After so much effort, Zhang Fan had already discovered something was wrong. As he moved forward, the purple rhymes around him became increasingly dense and strong. At first, he only reached his shoulders, but now he has buried him deeply.

It can be seen that the more you move in this direction, the closer you will be to the source of the strange aura, otherwise this situation will not occur when you are in your hands.

With this discovery, Zhang Fan was eager to know the truth. His movement was getting faster and faster. It was only common people who saw that afterimages flashed away.

"Suddenly", Zhang Fan pointed his feet into the ground, like flowing clouds and water, floating backwards for about a slight breath of fireworks.

After removing his inertia, he swept across the ground in front of him, then raised his eyebrows, squatted down, and stretched out his face and pressed it slightly.

With a "boom", it seemed complete and solid. The ground without any abnormality collapsed in vain, revealing a big and small trap.

This trap is quite detailed, even the old hunter who has been living in the mountains and forests all his life is nothing more than that.

Zhang Fan had encountered this experience many times in the previous journey and started to study it in fashion. Later, he became accustomed to it and didn't pay much attention to it. He just knew that he had not chosen the wrong path and that there were indeed people living nearby.

The few who were closer to him were different, which aroused his interest again.

The traps in the front have been a few years old, and they are dug wide and deep, so even large beasts such as tigers are trapped in them and it is difficult to escape. The few behind are different, and they are mostly narrow. The beasts with slightly larger size can come out after a leap. Looking at the traces on the four walls of the trap, you can see that the shovel marks are very shallow, as if the digging person is not strong enough.

Digging this kind of trap is a heavy physical work. Under normal circumstances, how can people with insufficient strength do it?

Zhang Fan knew this and knew that the answer was not far ahead.

Sure enough, just outside the trap he discovered at the end, there were suddenly many footprints on the ground, as if a clear and clear signpost pointed him in the direction.

These footprints are shallow at the heels and deep at the soles of the feet. The ends are often made of the long curved nails. Some palm marks can be vaguely seen in these footprints. There are often five holes directly at the tips of the fingers, which can be seen with sharpness and strength.

There are many marks and are messy. It is obviously impossible for one person to do it. Why are they gathering here?

Zhang Fan was suspicious. Seeing these traces again, he seemed to have not been long since he had passed, so he dared not delay, so he quickly accelerated and chased them down the footprints.

After chasing for more than a hundred feet, the house was already hidden in the distance.
Chapter completed!