Fantasy: Immortality starts with absorbing demons

In three days, with adequate supply of food and medicinal powder, Han Yi's injuries were mostly healed.

Although his strength has not reached its peak, it can at least barely cope with martial arts master-level opponents.

The remaining injuries are all serious illnesses that require long-term training or taking some specialized drugs to fully recover.

In addition, all the food, including the black bear meat, was completely consumed by him...

Therefore, it’s time to go out and find some medicine and food, and then...it’s time to take a look at the situation in Anyan City...

.......

Outside the dense forest, a tall figure wearing black clothes and a bamboo hat, carrying a package on his back, stood on a tall tree, looking into the distance.

"The location here seems to be near Yingjiabao..."

He looked at the surrounding terrain, then looked up at the sun, and finally determined his position.

"In that case, let's go to Yingjiabao first..."

Han Yi looked in the right direction, put his toes on the tree trunk, and quickly flew away.

He remembered that there was a market in Yingjiabao, where he could go to gather information and buy some emergency supplies...

Yuhe is a small silver-ribbon-like river that flows down the stone walls of the mountains. The river meanders down the river, winds out of the dense forest, and forms a "concave" basin in the plain.

Around the river beach, there are many flowers, plants and trees, and from time to time there are chirping water birds. It is like a harmonious and peaceful atmosphere with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers. It seems that it has not been disturbed by the incident in Anyan City at all.

On the bank of the river, Han Yi looked ugly and stared into the distance.

Naturally, he was not depressed because the boatman who took people to Yingjiabao was not around.

At this time, if disaster strikes and the boatman is not around, that is normal.

"Why do you feel that the scope of this demonic disaster seems to be vaguely circled?!"

Han Yi felt depressed. On the way to Yingjiabao, he still couldn't hold it back and took a detour to take a look around Anyan City.

Three days have passed, and the thick, ink-like black mist surrounding Anyan City is still the same, and even faintly expanded outward!

In three days, those who went out to encircle and suppress the demons, including Yao Yang, Wang Youfang and other strongest men in the city, no matter how slow they were, should have discovered something strange in Anyan City...

But now, Anyan City is still like this...that means...

Maybe there was a trap outside the city that directly killed Yao Yang and the others, or... they discovered it and came back, but there was nothing they could do!

He originally had a glimmer of hope and a naive idea of ​​how Yaoyang and the others would solve the crisis in Anyan City.

"Is the situation in Anyan City really unsolvable..." Han Yi murmured to himself, with a trace of sadness flashing across his face.

In Anyan City, the entire city was shrouded in black mist. For those who didn't have time to escape, the consequences could be imagined...

Since Yao Yang and the others haven't dealt with the terrifying monster represented by the bloody question mark, he doesn't think anyone else can deal with it...

Anyan City can be regarded as the first step in his growth. Bai Sanren, Qianxue, Huang Ze, Li Feng, Huang Jiuer, Aqiu and so on...

It was in the Bai Family Courtyard that he spent his first New Year...

The beautiful memories of growing up and living were now completely destroyed by an accident that he didn't know any information about!

"I don't even know what that black fog... is..."

He couldn't help but clenched his fists. He originally thought that after reaching the strength of the second strength martial artist, he would have some ability to protect himself in this crisis-ridden world...

But I didn't expect that my strength was still too weak...

Just being glanced at by that figure was unbearable...

Han Yi looked at the gurgling stream and the river with leaping carps, feeling a little tired for the first time in his heart.

But after relaxing for a moment, he immediately replied that in this cruel world, there is no room for weakness. If you want to survive, you can only polish your heart as hard as gold and iron.

"To become stronger, you still need to work hard to become stronger!"

In his heart, he desperately wanted to become stronger, fearing the bloody question mark, hating the demon, grieving the death of someone close to him, and being angry at his own weakness.

He didn't believe it anymore. With the system in his body, even if he was a demon, what could he do?

Sooner or later, he will trample the owner of that bloody question mark under his feet, and then... crush him with one kick!

Han Yi thought this way and with a firm belief in his heart, he found a slightly narrow river and suddenly stepped on the soft rocks of the river. His figure flew like a bat and flew into the Yingjiabao market.

The city of Anyan was in trouble, and the market was also in trouble.

Han Yi walked into the market and glanced around, saying that it was a market, almost like a gathering place for survivors.

He frowned, avoiding the filth on the ground, and looked at the crowded crowd of different appearances.

Some people's faces were full of tears and their eyes were red and swollen, as if they were grieving for their family members and companions in Anyan City.

Some of them were covered in tatters and blood, like survivors who survived a catastrophe and were hunted down by ghosts all over the city of Anyan.

But more people are still like Han Yi, walking in a hurry, dressed in black, and constantly communicating at roadside stalls.

"Wang Laosan, what's going on? Yesterday, ten taels of silver could buy a dou (about 120 kilograms) of grain, but today it costs twenty taels of silver. Why don't you go and rob it?!"

"The price of grain changes every day. If you don't buy it, someone else will. Go away!"

"I'll buy it, I'll buy it..."

Such conversations are everywhere.

The most sought-after precious medicinal materials, martial arts secrets, and precious swords and sabers in the past are now as common as garbage and sold at low prices.

And the reason for this...Han Yi also understood it instantly....

Anyan City is so big that there are at least hundreds of thousands of people. Even if only 10% of them ran out before the black fog blocked it, there are at least tens of thousands of people.

Yingjiabao is the nearest out-of-city force with martial arts masters to Anyan City. When the environment here is still peaceful, it is natural that one person spreads the word to ten, ten spread the word to a hundred...Everyone swarmed here.

With so many people, the consumption is great!

This Yingjiabao is originally a town with only a few thousand people. How could it have such a large amount of food reserves?

In addition, it is only early spring, and the food is not yet mature. The food harvested last season was taken away by the big grain merchants in the city early and trapped in the black fog. It is even more impossible for the people to have surplus food.

Most of the people who ran out of the city were also fleeing in a hurry. It is naturally impossible to carry heavy food with them.

So, what is the most abundant now... is people, and the most scarce thing is food!

The price of grain has been rising day by day...

From five cents of silver per stone at the beginning, to five taels of silver per stone, and then to twenty taels of silver per stone now...

He looked at the pretty women who were leaning against the door frame in the dark streets and alleys, building a simple wooden shed and waving outside...

And many beggars with broken bowls and wooden sticks, with pale faces and thin bodies...

He felt pity in his heart...

"Alas...natural disasters and man-made disasters, suffering, or the people are suffering..."

Han Yi shook his head and sighed.

He did not stop, ignoring the shouts of people selling heirloom swords and secret manuals along the street, and he did not hide his martial arts aura at all, so he did not dare to stop them along the way.

He walked straight into a room deep down along the road.

In the room.

"Sorry, customer..." Fatty Zheng said weakly, "Our store will be closed from today. If we are destined to meet, then... we will meet again."

In the room, the meat that was originally hung and placed was gone, as if they were all sold out. On the table, there was only a greasy chopping board and a huge copper-handled cleaver.

Zheng Xiangui, who was not lying paralyzed on the bed, was constantly putting something into a large package.

Han Yi looked inside and could only see his dark back like a meat mountain.

Fat Zheng was a genuine martial artist after all. He was in contact with a large number of people every day. In addition, there was a mysterious force behind him. His intelligence channels should be much more sensitive than those of ordinary people.

He and he had some friendship. Maybe he could get what he wanted from him.

"Fat Zheng, it's me. I don't buy meat..." Han Yi stepped forward and greeted him.

Hearing the familiar accent, Fatty Zheng was slightly startled, put down the things in his hands, and said with fat on his belly: "Hey, isn't this Brother Yuwen? Why, the demonic disaster has come, why don't you run for your life quickly?"

"Demon...disaster?!" Han Yi stopped and frowned.

"You are also a martial artist, how come you don't even know this?" Fatty Zheng narrowed his eyes, and his eyes, which were already narrowed by the accumulation of fat, became even narrower.

Although Han Yi was just an alias before, his strength was also in the blood refining stage.

But Fatty Zheng turned a blind eye to his sudden surge in cultivation, and didn't care at all, or he had expected it in his heart.

After all, buying so much martial artist-quality monster meat at one time, and eating it so quickly, Yin objects can only be consumed so quickly by martial artists.

As for hiding strength, he can understand it. When going out, it is also right to be low-key.

"I just broke through, I don't know anything." Han Yi didn't hide anything and asked openly.

Fatty Zheng, at first glance, is the kind of old fox who is shrewd and has a very rich life experience, so he can't hide it.

Besides, there is no need for him to hide it. Now the city is in a mess, and showing off his muscles can be regarded as a deterrent.

"It's not easy to be a lone warrior... Not bad..." After hearing this, Fatty Zheng immediately looked up to Han Yi. Obviously, he regarded Han Yi as a lone walker who practiced alone and was gifted.

"The demon disaster... Actually, it means literally..." He pondered for a while and said.

The demon disaster, the obvious changes in Anyan City, can't be stopped, and it has been spread long ago.

Even if you ask an ordinary person in the market, they all know it well, and it is not a secret.

"So... The whole Anyan City has become a cage now, and no one can get out?"

After listening for a while, Han Yi had a preliminary understanding of the concept of the demonic disaster, which was similar to what he thought.

"Well, that's almost true..." Fatty Zheng said with a bitter look: "Where the demonic disaster passes, there are often nine out of ten empty houses, all businesses are in decline, there is no smoke for thousands of miles, and no grass grows..."

"If that's the case..." Han Yi's eyes were sharp, "What is the cause of the demonic disaster? Is there really a demon inside?"

"The demonic disaster was indeed caused by the demon!" Fatty Zheng was probably tired of talking, so he just sat down on the ground.

"Bang", the hut trembled.

"But no one knows what it is, what is inside!" He continued: "Because the people inside can't get out, and the people outside can't get in, no one knows what happened. Everyone only knows that no matter where the demonic disaster occurs, it may become a Jedi!"

'Perhaps, this demonic disaster will be related to the blood sacrifice mentioned by Yin Gu! ’

Han Yi suddenly had an idea.

He learned the information about the blood sacrifice from Yin Gu, and he also saw the bloody question mark figure in the black fog in the city...

Of course, he could only think about these things in his mind and treat them as speculations.

"I wonder if this demonic disaster... does it..." Han Yi asked.

If it is possible, who would be willing to leave their hometown or be forced to leave.

"Method..." Fatty Han shook his head, "There was once a martial arts master whose hometown was swallowed by the demonic disaster. In anger, he rushed into the demonic disaster..."

"What was the result?"

"The result? What is the result!" Fatty Zheng sneered, "Ten years later, the demonic disaster retreated, leaving only a pile of bones!"

Han Yi was depressed. The blood-red eyes in the demonic disaster in Anyan City seemed to have a true realm far beyond his expectations.

Seeing that Han Yi seemed to be asking more questions, Fatty Zheng waved his hand: "In short, you have to know that even if there are countless masters in the Daxuan court, if a demonic disaster occurs in a certain area, the best solution is to abandon this place and wait for the demonic disaster to dissipate on its own!"

The air suddenly became silent.

Both of them were speechless, and a sense of powerlessness emerged in their hearts.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this!" Fatty Zheng forced himself to laugh, "Brother Yuwen, the demonic disaster has appeared, I wonder what your plan is?"

"I don't know either..." Han Yi's eyes flashed with a trace of confusion. He originally wanted to see if there was any good news from Fatty Zheng.

Unexpectedly, all he got was some frustrating bad news...