Crow's Paradise

Under the watchful eyes of him and Rat, Yanren climbed up the stairs one by one.

And soon, as all the Yan people climbed up the stairs, the passage opened in the black mist disappeared along with the stairs.

The rat "Lao Jia" watched this scene quietly, and then said to Yao Yan:

"How is it? Have you decided?"

Yao Yan looked at it and then said:

"I need information."

"Information? That's valuable."

The rat looked at the unclear outline of the giant crow's body in front of him with great interest:

"What information do you want?"

"Basic information."

Yao Yan gave a vague request.

"Where's the 'basic information'."

The human smile on the rat’s face became more intense:

"If I hadn't remembered the smell of 'Mr. Almost', I would have thought you were him."

Almost sir?

Yao Yan's crow eyes wavered slightly.

The rat "Lao Jia" did not continue on the topic of "Mr. Almost", but instead said:

"Just cut off the beard from those Yan people"

Rat lowered his voice:

"One cut is one."

As it spoke, it took out something that looked like some kind of berry and threw it towards Yao Yan.

The moment he noticed this movement, a little crow flew out of his body like a separated drop of water and grabbed the berry in its mouth.

The moment the little crow grabbed the berry, the berry disappeared into the little crow's mouth.

To be precise, it didn't disappear, but it was digested.

Just like when he swallowed the spiritual fragments of "Crow's Mouth" before.

But be simpler.

After a moment of hesitation, he took back the little crow.

It was at the moment when the little crow integrated into his body that a large amount of information flowed through his thoughts like a pack of rats, displaying fragmentary information in his field of vision.

When he came back to his senses, the rat in front of him still had the same smile on his face:

"Then it's time for us to set off."

Its four toes clicked, and with the snap of its fingers, two more figures appeared in Yao Yan's field of vision.

However, they wore black robes that completely covered their bodies and did not reveal their figures like Yao Yan or rats.

After speaking, several people, headed by Rat, moved towards the location where Yanren disappeared.

The moment he arrived in front of the black mist, the rat once again took out something flat, like some kind of voucher.

The black fog that had closed dispersed again.

As the circular hole spreads, stairs emerge.

The two figures in black robes beside him climbed up the stairs directly, while the rat "Lao Jia" stood in front of the stairs and turned to look at Yao Yan, who was still there.

Yao Yan, who was sorting through the extra information in his mind, noticed his sight and without hesitation, he flapped his wings, flew into the round hole, and landed on the stairs.

When he landed, he turned to Rat Lao Jia behind him and said:

"My name is Crow."

Rat, who also climbed the stairs, showed his upper and lower front teeth and said with a smile:

"It doesn't matter what you call it."

The next moment, the black mist closed again.

And the stairs suddenly accelerated, as if extending infinitely, sending them somewhere with Yao Yan's familiar sense of rising.

In the familiar feeling, a game-like translucent picture appeared in front of Yao Yan's eyes.

Immediately, words appeared one after another:

[The world has been unified, and the Dasheng Dynasty has eliminated all foreign enemies. 】

[The dynasty has been unified for more than three thousand years, and the world is constantly in turmoil. 】

[The Sheng Emperor Rong Chengwu suddenly died of illness for unknown reasons, causing turmoil in the Sheng world. 】

[Amidst the disputes and turmoil, demons gradually arise in various places. 】

Following prompts one after another, a huge map appeared in front of his eyes.

On the nearly square map, countless large and small marks appeared.

Crowland.

Yao Yan naturally could not forget this familiar scene.

And the next moment, several pictures that were familiar to him emerged.

First of all, there are ink paintings of countless crows, but it is not in the shape of a card like last time, but in the shape of a wanted notice or a notice.

Under the painting surrounded by crows, there was a description he had seen before, but the description was slightly different:

[Phenomena 1: When a phenomenon painting you own is activated, it can be activated regardless of the preconditions and without prerequisites and evidence]

After that, another picture in the form of a wanted document appeared——

【Crow's Mouth】

The following description is the same as the previous one, except that the tone and style of writing have been changed, and there is no change from what I saw before.

But, after that

【The wolf is coming】

Above, a group of black crows with wolf-like features and sharp beaks are depicted in the form of ink and wash, biting a group of white crows with sheep-like features and double horns. Next to it, a bird with his current The black and white one-horned crow, which looks similar in appearance, is opening its beak wide and seems to be chirping, calling for something.

Below, handwritten text emerged:

[Phenomenon 1: When the target declares something, every time the target first affirms and then denies the judgment of the declared content, a mark will be added. When the target first denies the declared content, the mark will be cleared, causing the target to be accumulated by the mark multiple. harm. 】

[Phenomena 2: When there is a mark on the target, the holder of the phenomenon painting reduces the probability of being discovered. 】

Such a description made Yao Yan's eyes narrow.

However, the next moment, he did not encounter the familiar scene.

As the feeling of falling enveloped his consciousness, the three canvas paintings fell directly into the map.

Da Sheng Tian Xia, South.

In a teahouse in a small town, the crowd dispersed. An old man who looked like a storyteller touched his beard, looked left and right, and looked at the waiter who was collecting the tea left by the guests with a look of pity on his face.

And at this moment, a shadow-like thing fell from the sky and hit him directly.

The old man who looked like a storyteller was completely unaware and shouted to the waiter:

"Second brother! Wait and clean up!"

Bang——

But at this time, the shadow had already fallen, and there was a soundless shock, and his eyes lost their light.

The waiter who was putting away the tea cups replied without raising his head because of the shouting:

"Old Man Gao, don't think about it. The shopkeeper took pity on you and left a piece of land for you to enjoy your storytelling. Now the shopkeeper can't take care of his own household affairs. You'd better ask for your blessings. Shop How dare I give you the rest of the food without the boss personally nodding."

The waiter sighed and responded, but there was no immediate plea from the storyteller, Old Man Gao, as usual.

Feeling a little strange, he turned his head and glanced, only to see Old Man Gao smiling:

"That's right. Thank you, second brother. I'll think of other ways."

Although it was a little strange that Old Man Gao was not as persistent as he used to be, it was expected that he would stop pestering after being rejected time and time again. The waiter in the shop said "oh" and watched the storyteller, Old Man Gao, walk out of the store.

With his back to the waiter, Old Man Gao, or Yao Yan, narrowed his eyes slightly and muttered in a low voice:

"POV?"