Chapter 891 Herb Picker

After walking along the path for a while, the surrounding vegetation gradually became sparse.

Things of other colors began to appear around him, which made Wu Chong breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed that it was not him who had a problem, but that the valley was not normal to begin with.

There was a slight noise.

Wu Chong stopped instantly and looked forward. Three dark figures appeared in his blurred vision.

These three people had dark skin and ragged clothes. They also held a large scythe in their hands. They all carried large bamboo baskets on their backs, which were filled with all kinds of strange plants. Judging from their cautious appearance, it seemed as if they were exchanging lives for money.

"Herb collector?"

Before Wu Chong could speak, the three people over there also discovered his presence.

One of them quickly raised the scythe in his hand, looking alert, but the fear in his expression could not be concealed.

"Who is there!"

What the herb collector said was something Wu Chong had never heard before.

But as he maintained his cultivation, he could judge what the other party said through his mental frequency.

Wu Chong walked out slowly, raising his hands to indicate that he had no ill intentions. But in his heart, he raised his vigilance to the highest level. Anyone in this strange place might bring him danger. The two people from before left such a deep impression on him.

However, it was impossible for him to retreat. He had to find someone to communicate with in order to quickly understand the situation here.

They've been discovered anyway, so it's best if they can communicate with each other. We can't just send them on their way.

Judging from the appearance of these three people, they don't look like strong men. They should not be up to the level of the previous two.

"I'm not the enemy."

Wu Chong said.

What he said was the words of the Great World of the First Demon. If Huang and Gu can survive here, it means that there is a certain chance that the Shimo World can be used here.

The leader was stunned subconsciously when he heard Wu Chong's voice, because this was the first time he heard such syllables. But since we can communicate, no one cares. The man asked.

"Freelance forager?"

Freelance herb collector?

Wu Chong was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted, and then nodded to confirm the other party's guess.

"Yes, I am a free herb collector."

Seeing Wu Chong's confirmation, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief. Herb collectors are all miserable. If they really can’t survive, who would do this work? And the danger in this place has never been people, this is common sense.

"You are so brave, you dare to go to this place to collect medicine alone!"

"It's all suffering, haha. There's nothing more terrible than poverty."

The two herb collectors next to him also relaxed.

"Brother, where are you from? Your voice seems a little weird to me. Could it be that your throat is broken?"

Wu Chong nodded.

The more you talk, the more mistakes you make. It’s a good opportunity to learn from the words of these herbal collectors.

"Looking at you like this, you don't have much to gain, right?" A herb picker glanced at Wu Chong, who was empty-handed, with a trace of pity on his face.

Freelance herb collectors are already miserable enough, but the results are yet to be harvested.

Still compiled.

Although the three of them are also herb collectors, they are organized so that they will not starve to death.

"Let's check first to avoid dream monster disguises."

The leader of the herb collectors interrupted the nonsense of the two subordinates.

Dream monster?

Wu Chong narrowed his eyes, vaguely understanding.

I saw the herb gatherer captain taking out a stone from his arms and chanting a spell to it. A faint spiritual power emanates from the head's body and blends into the stone.

In an instant, a text lit up inside the stone.

Wu Chong had seen this type of writing before, and one of the two fighting men had used it, but the writing was much more complicated than the writing in the stone.

The words inside the stone emitted a burst of soft light, which quickly enveloped Wu Chong.

Seeing that Wu Chong showed no change in his behavior, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"I just said it's okay. Dream monsters can't talk. It's common sense."

But before the man could finish his words, he noticed that the stone in the hand of the captain of the herb collector began to tremble, and then turned into deep red at an exaggerated speed. The color is as rich as blood!

Swish, swish, swish!

The three of them drew out their sickles at the same time, jumped back a step, and looked at Wu Chong warily.

"Who are you!"

The captain of the herb collection team said with a trembling voice. She was still holding a trace of luck in her heart, hoping that it would not be the worst outcome. The same goes for the two people next to them. They completely lived up to their previous ease and retreated cautiously one by one.

The cruel records of dream monsters flashed through the minds of the three of them.

Dream monsters are naturally ferocious, have no intelligence, and cannot communicate. Especially humanoid monsters, encountering them is a natural disaster and cannot be defeated by immortals.

"I'm just an ordinary herb collector."

Wu Chong said with certainty. The words coming out of his mouth have become the same language as those of the three herb collectors. For him in the Daluo realm, learning their language is not difficult. This advantage is unmatched by other monks who enter the door, because he has not lost his magical power.

"Are you really a herb collector?" The three of them asked hesitantly after hearing the familiar words.

Dream monsters can't even speak their own words. In their hearts, they don't want to be so unlucky and encounter a humanoid dream demon.

"Of course he is a herb collector. Dream monsters cannot communicate. This is common sense."

With a smile on his face, Wu Chong repeated what they had said before.

Using information from others to refute the other person's doubts will increase the credibility of the words.

After hearing Wu Chong's words, the three of them hesitated. Finally, he turned his attention to the captain of the herb collector and let him make the decision.

"These are the mushrooms I picked. Give them to my eldest brother."

Wu Chong took out the colorful mushroom that he had peeled before and gave it to the other party.

Seeing Wu Chong actually taking out the medicinal materials, the captain of the herb collector breathed a sigh of relief. Because dream monsters don’t know how to collect medicine. They are all blind and cannot see the medicinal materials.

"If it's not a dream monster, then..."

The captain of the herb collector's eyes fell on Wu Chong.

"Wu Chong."

After dispelling the other party's doubts, Wu Chong took advantage of the situation and said his name.

"Brother Wu is probably parasitized." The captain of the herb collector looked at Wu Chong and asked.

"Have Brother Wu had nightmares recently?"

"Yes, I've been having nightmares recently." Wu Chong nodded affirmatively, with a serious expression on his face.

"That's right."

The captain of the herb collector said with certainty.

"This is a nightmare disease. If it is not treated in time, it will deteriorate into a parasite of dream monsters."

As he spoke, the captain of the medicine collector took out a pill from the gourd on his waist. It was dark and he didn't know what it was made from.

"Eating this can cut off the infection of dream monsters." The herb collector still felt a little sore.

This pill is not cheap for their Kuhaha medicinal collectors either. Fortunately, the mushrooms Wu Chong gave him before were worth the price, otherwise he would really not be willing to give the medicine.

"Truncation of infection?"

Wu Chong took the small pill, observed it a little, and then took it in one bite.