From Zhouzhai village, do you want to end from Zhouzhai village?


    Yang Xuan, who was in mid air, looked very dignified.


    What he saw today gave him a great shock.


    If the locust tree can also become rigid, does it mean that other plants can?


    What about animals?


    Yang Xuan was afraid to think about it.


    You know, there are a large number of spirit beasts in this world. Once the spirit beasts turn into zombies, the consequences are unimaginable.


    He felt that if the news came into the ears of the real big men, they might not be able to sit still.


    Zhouzhai village is far away. When Yang Xuan fell in the village, it was midnight.


    The moon is bright and the stars are sparse. In the dead of night, the whole Zhouzhai village doesn''t hear any insects and birds. The silence is terrible. The silence is terrible.


    Yang Xuanxin pushed open the door of a family and went in.


    Feng shisan had reported to him that all the people in Zhouzhai village disappeared overnight. It seemed that they were in a hurry. He had not considered the mystery, but he knew the real situation when he saw it with his own eyes.


    There is a stone table in the yard. A dusty rattle is also thrown on the stone table. Next to the rattle, there are pears that have bitten and haven''t been eaten in time. They have gone bad and moldy, showing a corrupt color.


    In the house, half of the food on the table has long dried up in the dishes, and the white rice in the rice bowl has long been covered with dust.


    Scattered chopsticks, bitten green onions and children''s wooden spoons were scattered on the ground.


    Yang Xuan seemed to have a happy scene in front of him.


    Hot meals, smiling wives and children, kind old people, crying and spoiled children


    Wind thirteen is wrong.


    He used the wrong word when reporting to Yang Xuan.


    This is not leaving, this is disappearing.


    Or... Evaporation.


    These people, not what left here, but directly disappeared in place, like evaporation, leaving no trace of leaving.


    Yang Xuan''s eyebrows frowned more and more tightly.


    He doesn''t understand what kind of power makes these villagers evaporate in an instant?


    After leaving this family, he wandered into several other families. Without exception, the situation was very similar. These people were shrouded by unknown forces while eating, and then the world evaporated.


    Yang Xuan thought of the big locust tree.


    He was not sure whether it was the big locust tree that had become rigid.


    Walking casually in the village, he found himself at the door of Zhou Shouyuan''s house.


    After pushing the door, the scene in the hospital did not change much from the last time Yang Xuan came, and the position of everything did not change.


    Yang Xuan didn''t stay in the hospital more, but directly came to the secret room.


    There was no abnormality. Even if he scanned many times with his mind, he didn''t find anything different.


    It seems that nothing has changed. The only change is that the people here have disappeared.


    After leaving the secret room and returning to the room, Yang Xuan inadvertently saw several books collected by Zhou Shouyuan.


    His eyes fell on the book on plants.


    Last time he came, he didn''t read the book carefully, but at this time, he felt it necessary to have a good look.


    "There are thousands of people in the world. Where is the wood?"


    This is the first sentence at the beginning of the book.


    Yang Xuan became interested and continued to watch.


    "Wood, flowers, trees and spirit! People have spirit, which is called the soul. Wood has spirit, what is it? People often say that all things have spirit, but where is the spirit of wood? People have spirit, and the spirit can also play the road of heaven and earth, moving mountains and filling the sea. Wood has spirit, and the spirit also plays the road, why not play the road? I say, can!"


    Seeing this, Yang Xuan was shocked.


    The words and sentences in this book are full of people, showing a strong sour Confucian atmosphere, but the artistic conception in the words and sentences is extremely grand.


    In short, the author of this book is studying how to make plants practice martial arts.


    Yang Xuan turned it down again, and then he studied all kinds of plants, recording a thick book.


    The more he looked, the more Yang Xuan felt frightened.


    Because he knows that in fact, plants can be cultivated. In the cultivation world, are there few plants that can be refined?


    But in this world, he has never seen or heard of a man who wrote this book who was refined by plants.


    If people in the world read this book, they may feel that it is just a madman''s nonsense, but only Yang Xuan knows how advanced and shocking this guy''s consciousness is.


    Unconsciously, he had turned to the last page of the book. When he saw the final signature of the book, he suddenly opened his eyes.


    Zhou Shouyuan.


    Zhou Shouyuan wrote the book himself.


    crazy? Genius?


    In Yang Xuan''s mind, a thin and weak scholar with a high heart appeared.


    At this moment, he had a strong interest in the scholar named Zhou Shouyuan.


    After collecting all the books on the bookshelf into the storage ring, I was about to leave, but suddenly I was stunned and my eyes fell on a corner of the bookshelf.


    Before, because the bookshelf was full of books, he didn''t notice. Now, when he took away all the books, he found that there was a thin brass hairpin no longer than three inches in the corner of the top layer.


    Slowly picked up the copper hairpin and he looked at it carefully.


    This is an ordinary copper hairpin with rough workmanship and even potholes. You can see that it is a bargain with only a few copper coins on the street.


    But the difference is that the copper hairpin is as bright as new, and the light and shadow shine on people. It can be seen that it is often rubbed in the hand.


    With this copper hairpin, he walked out and went directly to Li XiuXiu''s house.


    Li XiuXiu married Zhou sunspot. Zhou sunspot''s original name was Zhou Xiaohei. Yu Jiu told Yang Xuan the location of his family last time.


    Zhou Xiaohei is in the silk and satin business in the city. His family is well off, which can be seen from the furnishings of his family.


    With a sweep of his mind, Yang Xuan pushed open a door.


    From the layout of the room, it is obvious that this is the bedroom of Zhou Xiaohei and Li XiuXiu.


    Compared with other people''s houses, the display in the house is more noble. The Vase Decoration reveals a bit of the luxury of the bottom people everywhere.


    After a casual look, he went straight to the dresser.


    When I opened the drawer, the ornaments inside looked like they had not been moved for a long time, stained with a layer of light dust.


    Yang Xuan looked at it casually without paying any attention. Soon, he took out a brass hairpin from a corner of the drawer.


    Looking at this as like as two peas in Zhou Shouyuan''s house, Yang Xuan''s mouth corners revealed a smile.


    He felt as if he had found something.


    When he found nothing more, he went out of the room.


    When he came to the yard and looked around, his mind inadvertently went underground.


    The next moment, a strange color suddenly appeared in his eyes.


    When he came to the corner, Yang Xuan stamped his feet slightly. The soil under his feet was like boiling water under the action of aura, and began to roll up constantly.


    Not long after, the soil stopped rolling, but it had pushed something deeply buried under the soil out.


    It was a rotten skeleton.


    "Interesting!" the corners of Yang Xuan''s mouth began to tilt up.