People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 820 Qi Yan is silent, he must be up to something!

Wuyou is very busy.

He gathered intelligence along the way in the town, asking questions here and there, and trying his best to make friends with the townspeople, trying to get information about the fragment of the Year Beast that Qi Yan had mentioned.

But the townspeople looked confused and did not respond to Wu You's implicit probing words.

Wu You, who returned empty-handed, went back to a teahouse and found Qi Yan and his sister who were listening to a book. He said somewhat dejectedly:

"My benefactor, I have walked around this town, but no one knows the Miss Xi you mentioned."

"Look, you're anxious again." Qi Yan taught him.

Wu You smiled bitterly: "I really want to help my benefactor."

He was sandwiched between this master-level strong man and the immortal-level strong man. If he didn't make arrangements in advance, in case of a conflict between the two sides, wouldn't he, an ordinary martial artist, not know how he would die?

Qi Yan said calmly:

"Old Chen is missing, which means that the lonely ghost should go to her to ask about the situation."

"But I've been running for a whole day and a whole night... huh? A whole day and a whole night?"

Wu You subconsciously complained about his own hard work, but halfway through his words, he felt something strange.

He looked up at the sky. It was sunny and cloudless. It was a bright day.

But he clearly remembered that he had just experienced a dark night.

This strange feeling of disharmony made Wu You feel uncomfortable all over, as if he had inadvertently overlooked something.

Just as Wu You was lost in thought, the storyteller in the teahouse clapped his stick, announcing the end of today's storytelling.

The guests left the teahouse one after another, and in the end only Qi Yan and the other two were left watching the storyteller packing up his clothes.

Wu You stepped forward and tried to talk to the storyteller.

People who travel around the country like to go to these knowledgeable storytellers to get information. Regardless of whether they are telling the truth or not, at least they know more than the townspeople.

But the storyteller seemed not to see Wu You and walked straight past him.

"Hey?"

Wu You returned to Qi Yan in bewilderment: "My benefactor, could this be a blind storyteller?"

"Then call him and see if he dares to agree?" Qi Yan said with a smile.

Wu You turned his head and opened his mouth to shout, but the words were stuck in his throat and he found that the storyteller was nowhere to be seen.

Just then, a little girl who looked no more than seven or eight years old ran past the teahouse and bumped into him as if she didn't see Wu You.

Wu You quickly dodged and reminded:

"Little sister, watch the road."

But the little girl completely ignored Wu You and ran away.

"Hey, why is this little sister so rude?"

Wu Yong scratched his head with his fan. He felt a little thirsty after running all the way, so he called to the waiter in the teahouse:

"Bring me a pot of tea."

No one in the teahouse responded. The waiter was busy cleaning the other tables and didn't even look at Wu You.

Qi Yan suddenly realized: "Don't waste your energy, it seems that Lao Chen failed to explain my purpose clearly.

We are being shielded by Xi in some way, and the townspeople in the painting are beginning to ignore us."

Qi Yan realized that Xi was scared and started to act like a coward again.

If he wants to see Xi now, he still has to force the other party to come out.

He shook his head regretfully: "Why bother? I didn't want to bully Da Xigua."

Qi Lin was playing with the empty teacup in her hand and discovered that her fingertips were inexplicably stained with ink.

Twisting her fingertips, Qi Lin complained:

"Ms. Chen may have explained it too clearly. She is not someone who would lie, and she will definitely tell you the truth about your situation."

"Am I scary?" Qi Yan pointed at himself with disbelief.

Qi Lin looked at him without saying anything, but it seemed as if she had said everything.

"That's too much!" Qi Yan looked hurt.

Qi Lin changed the subject and asked, "What are you going to do? Use violence to break this illusion?"

"This was painted by Da Xigua with great effort. Do you know how much one of her paintings is worth?"

Qi Yan stood up and stretched, then said slowly: "How could I resort to violence? After all, I'm not a demon."

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In the courtyard, Chen and Taihe stared at each other.

Zuo Le was still secretly angry.

He still felt that Xi was arrogant and would rather hide away and continue to complete his painting than cooperate seriously with Si Suitai.

Taihe saw Zuo Le's misunderstanding, but considering that they were now in Xi's territory, if he explained too clearly, Xi might get angry and embarrassed.

"Ms. Chen, what do you think of the current situation?" Taihe decided to join forces with Chen.

"This Miss Xi is actually as timid as Qi Yan said. It's a bit beyond my expectation." Chen smiled bitterly, "It's a pity that she still doesn't know Qi Yan well enough. The more she hides, the more excited Qi Yan becomes."

Taihe was a little nervous when he heard this: "Qi Yan won't really fight, right?"

"That's not the case, but Miss Xi will definitely suffer."

Chen stood up and walked to the edge of the courtyard, pushed open the tightly closed gate and tried to check the environment outside, and then was shocked to find that the courtyard was empty, as if there was nothing outside, like a blank sheet of paper.

She vaguely guessed something: "A painting? Such a clean painting is very suitable for adding a few strokes."

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"Then...what is that?"

A townsman was carrying a hoe and was about to go to his own field to work, but just as he reached the open space at the entrance of the village, he was shocked to find some strange things he had never seen before.

A blood-red basketball court suddenly appeared on the empty land at the entrance of the village.

In the middle of the basketball court, two stickmen in red overalls are competing in their basketball skills. One of them is dribbling between his legs, swaying his body from side to side, while the other is frantically using the Iron Mountain Backbone to rub against the other.

Just when the townspeople were confused, they heard a strange rumbling sound coming from the sky behind them.

The townspeople turned their heads to look and were so frightened that the hoes on their shoulders fell to the ground.

A red aircraft that the townspeople had never seen before appeared in the sky, with a huge propeller hovering above the aircraft. A stickman in a sports jersey leaned out of the hatch, with the three big words "Iced X Tea" clearly written on the chest of the jersey.

The aircraft quickly approached the basketball court, and the stickman in the jersey kept waving, looking eager to try.

But suddenly an accident happened. The propeller of the aircraft stopped turning, and under the nervous gaze of the townspeople, it crashed heavily on the edge of the basketball court.

The stickman in a basketball uniform fell to the ground, obviously seriously injured, but still struggled to stretch his arms towards the basketball court.

"No...something's wrong, help!"

Although the townspeople were surprised, they subconsciously rushed forward after seeing the miserable state of the stickman in the uniform.

Just then, he heard the sirens of an ambulance behind him.

The townspeople's faces lit up with joy, they turned their heads to look, and then their smiles froze.

A bloody ambulance came speeding over and stopped gracefully in front of the stickman in the jersey... The rear wheel pressed precisely on the stickman's head.

Although there was no strange sound, the townspeople still couldn't help but shudder.

The back door of the ambulance opened, and the townspeople saw a chubby stickman with a face painted to look like a cartoon frog jump down, squat beside the stickman in the jersey and start first aid.

The townspeople stepped forward hesitantly and could not help but remind him:

"Doctor, I'm afraid this is hopeless, right?"

The frog-faced stickman raised his head, his mouth opened and closed, and a red dialog box popped up beside him:

"Are you questioning me, Doctor Guata?"