Chapter 1767 Is It Really You?
It was literally pitch dark all around, but that didn’t stop Yang Yiyi from using her brute force.

The man holding the dagger was a little slow to let go, or perhaps he was surprised that someone could actually crush the knife with a pair of bare hands. He was not paying attention for a moment and was pulled out of the door by Yang Yiyi.

Yang Yiyi’s brute force is not the best in the world, but it is definitely ranked among the best. The man was pulled so hard that he almost fell to the ground.

Due to the poor lighting, Yang Yiyi couldn’t see clearly what the person who was pulled out looked like or what he was wearing. She just felt that he was wearing thick clothes, and she couldn’t even tell whether he was a man or a woman.

Seeing that he almost fell down, Yang Yiyi’s first reaction was to punch him before he stood up.

But unexpectedly, there was more than one person in the doorway. Yang Yiyi pulled out one, and two more followed out, waving daggers at Yang Yiyi at the same time.

At this time, Qin Yan also flashed out from behind Yang Yiyi and helped Yang Yiyi stop one person.

Although it was too dark to see clearly, after just two moves, the knife in the man’s hand was knocked away by Yang Yiyi. It seemed that his kung fu was indeed lacking in some quality.

Yang Yiyi also took the opportunity to knock away the dagger and rushed forward, hitting him in the chest with a palm. If this blow hit him, the man would definitely die.

But before that, Li Chengxi suddenly shouted:
“stop!”

Yang Yiyi’s palm stayed less than an inch in front of the man’s chest. The terrifying palm wind almost blew the man down, and he took several steps back before he could stand firm.

This made Yang Yiyi feel a little strange. Li Chengxi usually would not speak in front of strangers unless the stranger was about to die.

She was about to ask what was going on when she heard a voice from the side:
“You are… Yang Yiyi?”

With a step forward and a palm movement, Yang Yiyi walked out of the darkness and stood at the door with light. The sound came from inside the door.

Yang Yiyi turned her head and saw a very familiar face inside, looking at her in surprise.

“Um…you are, Ran Xiaoyi?”

“You didn’t remember my name just now…”

Ran Xiaoyi said a little dissatisfied.

This person was a witch doctor whom I met when I went to southern Xinjiang, and we even had a fight.

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The incident in Southern Xinjiang, after all, was caused by the Sirius Cult, who instigated Southern Xinjiang to carry out some kind of great witchcraft. When the time comes, we will attack the Central Plains from both the north and the south.

Due to Yang Yiyi’s interference, the great witch doctor failed. Even the Jiufeng, who had the highest status, was particularly polite to Yang Yiyi. This made the people in southern Xinjiang immediately lose the desire to go to the Central Plains.

Come to think of it, it’s no wonder that Yang Yiyi didn’t recognize him, as this happened almost two years ago.

And Ran Xiaoyi’s dress was different back then than it is now.

The climate in southern Xinjiang is hot and humid, and everyone’s clothing has the beauty of our southwestern ethnic minorities.

And now, Ran Xiaoyi and the others have almost wrapped themselves up like a ball, not only with sheepskin inside and cloth outside, but also with thick hats on their heads.

Fortunately, this happened indoors. If it was outdoors, only a pair of eyes would be exposed, and it would be even harder to recognize.

The people around Ran Xiaoyi were all from Qingzhu Village, and some of them knew Yang Yiyi, Ning Xian’er, and Qin Yan. They didn’t recognize them in the dark just now, but now they realize it was all a misunderstanding.

But then again, I actually encountered a witch from Southern Xinjiang in the North. This…

You have to ask carefully.

Since it was just a misunderstanding and no one was hurt, it was easy to deal with. Yang Yiyi and the others entered the room where Ran Xiaoyi was.

Yang Yiyi and the other two were easier to deal with, as they had all been to Southern Xinjiang before. Even if the people present didn’t know them, they had at least seen them before.

But two monsters followed closely behind, which surprised the people from southern Xinjiang.

“Don’t you think that all monsters should be destroyed?”

“That’s a long story.”

There was a brazier burning in the room, and the light came from it.

Ran Xiaoyi didn’t ask too many questions and asked everyone to sit around the brazier. It seemed that they were afraid of the cold.

“Why did you come from southern Xinjiang to the north?” As soon as she sat down, Yang Yiyi asked directly and bluntly.

“I was actually wondering why you guys ran so far away. Where’s Wu Shaoyi? Isn’t she with you?”

“She is in a wheelchair and has difficulty getting around. She is in a nearby town.”

Ran Xiaoyi nodded and said:

“No wonder, I went to Wujiazhuang to look for you, but you were not there.”

It seems that Ran Xiaoyi came out from southern Xinjiang after Yang Yiyi and the others left Wujiazhuang.

“It is our tribe’s custom to come here.”

“What’s the routine?”

“Come and check if King Wangyang’s suppression is still going well.”

Seeing how hard they were trying to communicate, Li Chengxi couldn’t hold it in any longer. Yugui flew out of Yang Yiyi’s arms and said:

“You better start from the beginning.”

Although Ran Xiaoyi was not aware of Li Chengxi’s existence, Jiufeng should have told Ran Xiaoyi and the other witches about it, so when Li Chengxi spoke just now, Ran Xiaoyi was not surprised at all.

Hearing what Li Chengxi said, Ran Xiaoyi nodded in agreement, and then said:
“Legend has it that a long, long time ago, this part of the North was a vast sea, not land.”

Shit, you really started from the beginning.

“Among our ancestors, some once traveled around here. At that time, the sea water had begun to recede gradually, but because the sea water receded too quickly, the gods that were originally hidden in the sea water were also left here.”

The deity she was talking about was probably a strange beast like Jiufeng with a divinity level of 0, which is unlikely to be a true god.

Speaking of which, Erlang Mountain is not too far from the sea. If it weren’t for the mountains surrounding it and no way to get through, the Ten Kingdoms in the Central Plains would have sent supplies to the front line by sea.

“The spirit made a big fuss on land, and our ancestors initially tried to send it back to the sea, but the spirit seemed extremely angry and didn’t want to go back to the sea. It just wanted to make a big fuss on land.”

“and after?”

Yang Yiyi asked.

“Later, our ancestors set up traps and seals to seal the spirits in this mountain. Since then, we have to come and check every hundred years or so to prevent the spirits from appearing again.”

Simply put, they are shameless.

To be honest, the witches and wizards in Southern Xinjiang are not weak. Even compared to Viola’s magical world, they are quite magical.

Unlike mages who rely on endless knowledge to cast spells, witches are similar to priests, but they do not worship the true God. This operation is more similar to that of a shaman or wizard.

Ran Xiaoyi said it lightly, but Li Chengxi felt that if the god in the story was similar to Jiufeng, he would have to be at least level 0. The most important thing is that it is very likely that his divine level is .

Even if it is level 0, there are levels of godhood, but it is only from level 1 that it can be considered a true god.

It would be an exaggeration to say that the guy who could seal this thing is at level 70, but even if he had to use tricks, he would have to be at least level 50 to be sure.

“What’s with this building? It’s been here since the beginning?”

Li Chengxi cared a lot about this. If it had been there from the beginning, he would not have ignored it when Qingshan Sanren came.

“This place was built by our ancestors together with the locals when they came to explore about 1,400 to 1,500 years ago. Because the seal seemed to be a little loose at the time, we built this to increase the suppression effect.”

“Do you know the name Qingshan Sanren?”

Ran Xiaoyi shook her head:

“Never heard of it.”

Maybe Qingshan Sanren was no longer around at that time, otherwise there would have been some records on Ran Xiaoyi’s side.

(End of this chapter)