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Chapter 874: The Story in the Story

The ancients in the village are people who have appeared.

They lived by the rules, including men and women, old and young, and showed great kindness to General Yuchi and his group.

They took care of General Yuchi, and seemed to be showing the past to Qiao Jin and the others.

The people in the village were kind and simple, and soon healed General Yuchi's injuries. Even if there was a bug like Qiao Jin and the others, nothing was hidden.

About a week passed, and Muzzi felt a little painful even after a long time.

He wanted to chat with these people and learn more. Qiao Jin and Song Yanqing didn't let him go, and he didn't dare to do anything.

So he could only stay at Zong Yu's house all day.

Strangely, Zong Yu's family is the only one where no ancient people appeared.

There is no WIFI or signal, and the phone is charged and can only play small games. The boring life made Muzilian a little desperate.

Until midnight, Qiao Jin and the others were resting, they suddenly heard something else in the village.

At the same time, Qiao Jin finally felt the turmoil in this world.

Just like this created real world, there was finally fluctuation, revealing its false side.

Others could not feel it, but Song Yanqing and Ajue could notice it. Song Yanqing woke up and Ajue also got up. He was a little panicked and impatient. Qiao Jin heard the movement outside and just said quietly: "Don't be excited, let's just watch here."

The few of them, only Muzilian and Yinshutian were not awake.

Because strictly speaking, they are just ordinary people, so their perception is not as strong as others.

Zong Yu also woke up immediately because he was more vigilant in his personality and woke up in an instant when something was wrong.

Through the formation, Qiao Jin could accurately see what was happening outside.

A group of people came to the village. They were holding torches and wearing the same clothes as Li Jiao and the others. They belonged to ancient people thousands of years ago.

A group of people holding sharp weapons, and it was Li Jiao who confronted them in front of them.

The one led by this group of people was an elderly woman with a cold expression. She said to Li Jiao: "Li Jiao, you are the saint of our holy palace. What do you think of leaving the palace without permission? You have to go back with us."

Li Jiao's face was a little pale: "Can I still survive after I go back? You have killed my parents, and now you want me to go back because of my ability!"

"That's not your parents, you are a saint, you have never had parents."

The old woman had no expression on her face, and her eyes were even a little dead. She looked at Li Jiao talking, her voice was like a poisonous snake: "You go back with us now, and the people in this village can still live!"

"You dare!"

Li Jiao seemed to be frightened. She looked at the woman with some shock and anger: "They are just ordinary people. You said that the Holy Palace never kills mortals!"

"Who can know if you kill them all?"

The woman only stared at Li Jiao: "Are you leaving or not?"

Zong Yu and the others opened a crack in the door here and looked at it. It was too far away. They couldn't hear anything clearly, only Qiao Jin was listening.

Song Yanqing and Ajue could vaguely hear something, but when they heard this conversation, Song Yanqing's brows frowned slightly.

They did guess correctly. Li Jiao was not hiding from a bandit, but a group of humans who were not ordinary people.

In that era, there were spiritual thought masters.
Chapter completed!
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