Chapter 96

It was past eight o'clock in the evening and it was completely dark.

Jing Cheng came to the ancient city for several days, and it was the first time he experienced the charm of the "city that never sleeps".

Tonight in the ancient city is very different from the nights of the previous few days.

All the shops on the street that are usually closed in the evening are all open for business at this time, with fireworks and firecrackers set off, making it very lively.

Small restaurants and street stalls are filled with smoke and tourists.

In the square farther away, there are stage performers, babbling and babbling endlessly.It is said that it started at three o'clock in the afternoon, and it didn't end until sunset.

A group of young donkey friends came rushing over, some with SLRs around their necks, some with video cameras, but most of them were holding mobile phones and selfie sticks, making some funny expressions and movements, laughing and running like a gust of windFar.

Then there was another group of seniors. The young female tour guide wore a little red hat on her head and held a fluorescent stick high in her hand. She walked slowly and introduced the characteristics of the local temple fair to the seniors behind.

The tourists listened absent-mindedly, glanced curiously at the surrounding ancient buildings, and whispered to each other from time to time, with a faint smile and satisfaction on their faces.

He couldn't help but walk to the window of the restaurant, staring intently at the magnificent scenery of the world outside the window.

"Sit down and eat first, and then we'll go out to watch the excitement after eating." Qin Yan brought Jing Cheng a set meal and brought it over. Jing Cheng is not picky about food, as long as he can eat, he will eat anything, and he is a very easy-going person.

Jing Cheng turned around in surprise: "Aren't you sleepy? I only slept for two hours from yesterday to now."

"got used to."

Qin Yan replied nonchalantly, sat down and ate rice.

"Of course you have the strength to stay up late after eating enough! According to this situation, you won't be able to sleep even if you want to sleep tonight." Fu Le came over with the meal, and said casually, "I just heard that many people are going to the Taoist temple.Grab the first pillar of incense at two o'clock, with Cheng Zi's skills, the top pillar of incense is absolutely perfect!"

Jing Cheng: "..." Why should I offer incense?

Halfway through the meal, there was a burst of gong knocking outside.

The sound of the gong is from far to near, and more than one person is beating the gong. The noise of various "clang clang clang" and "clang clang clang" almost resounds in the sky, and even the customers sitting in the restaurant can't bear it.Close your ears.

Especially for practitioners like Jing Cheng with sharp eyes and ears.Seeing the world is magnified, and listening to the sound is also magnified. At first hearing this deafening noise with no rhythm at all, it immediately "shocked the tiger's body".

The cries of more than a dozen ghosts were not as unbearable as they are now.

Jing Cheng was like a Parkinson's patient, shaking his hands unconsciously, and put down his chopsticks with a disheveled face.

Qin Yan and Fu Le, who were sitting across from each other, looked at him worriedly, and looked at Jing Cheng's expression, as if he would foam at the mouth in the next second, roll his eyes and fall to the ground.

Modern people are accompanied by noise all the year round, and after enduring the first wave, they regain their composure.

Many people rushed out of the hotel excitedly.

"I'm coming!"

"Sai You God! What to eat, come and see!"

"The team will leave soon, hurry up and follow!"

"Damn it! It's such a long line... There are many more people participating this year than in previous years."

"Oh, let me go... This time the coser's costume is too similar! Is that Yasha? It looks like it was painted directly on the face, and it doesn't wear a mask like before."

"Hey, I saw the bull's head and horse face and the judge... the one sitting on the sedan chair is the King of Hades, right?"

"Hey—that's strange, why are all the local and heavenly officials coming out this year?"

"I guess they are still queuing at the back..."

The sound of the gong attracted all the tourists. For a while, screams and whistles continued, as well as the crying of children, the scolding of adults, and the quarreling of women.Cheng came.

Jing Cheng: ...

He had no choice but to calm down, embrace Yuan Yuan and stay one, shut out the noise from the outside world, so that there was nothing outside his mind, and then... calmly picked up the chopsticks to eat.

When Qin Yan wanted to greet him, he choked back in his throat, and silently lowered his head to eat.

Fu Le couldn't sit still when he heard the commotion outside. Seeing the calmness of the two, he looked like a child, so he imitated the two to keep their expressions straight.

Not far away, people from the program group accidentally saw the scene of the three eating quietly, pointed in their direction and murmured in a low voice: "As expected of Daoist Jing's companion, he is so calm at such a young age."

A female staff member said: "He is well-informed, and he has long been familiar with it. Do you think that everyone is like you, a bumpkin who came to the city?"

The male staff blew his beard and stared: "You—"

"What me? Hurry up and eat! I have to prepare a live broadcast tonight."

...

An hour later, Jing Cheng, Qin Yan, Fu Le and the program team followed the "Sai You Shen" team around the scenic spot.

The "judge" held the statue and led the way at the front.

The leading "priest" is Hades in "Sai You Shen", played by a nine-foot man. At this time, "he" is wearing a mask with green face and fangs, and dark gorgeous costumes."On the carried sedan chair.

"Black Impermanence" and "White Impermanence" stand on both sides, holding torches.

Followed by Meng Po, Yasha, Raksha and other underworld commanders.

Behind them were many five or six-year-old children, wearing crimson jackets, with snow-white powder and blush on their faces, bouncing and following in the middle of the team, arm in arm.

"Damn it! There are still children? Are they playing ginseng dolls?" Fu Le pointed at the group of strangely dressed children, fussing and authentic.

Jing Cheng glanced at it: "That's Ye Youshen."

"What is a night tour god? I've never heard of it."

"There is a saying in the "Shan Hai Jing": 'There are gods and men, two or eight, with arms linked, who are in this field for the emperor's night.' They belong to the category of fierce gods, and they will be unlucky to meet them at night."

As soon as he heard the word "unlucky", Fu Le immediately shut up and stayed away from the "Sai You Shen" team.

Tourists along the street took pictures of the long line, and many people followed the line like Jing Cheng and the others.

The night is getting thicker and thicker, the moon is hidden in the misty dark clouds, and only a few stars in the sky are shining dimly.

Noisy streets, crowded with people.

The team set off fireworks while walking forward. After a while, the whole street was shrouded in a faint smoke.

The "priests" shuttled through the smoke, unexpectedly creating a real "god-wandering" atmosphere.

At this moment, a group of people hurriedly came from a distance.

These people are very arrogant and don't look at the road. All tourists who stand in front of them are violently pushed away.

The tourists who were pushed away yelled angrily, but the group seemed not to have heard them, and continued to go their own way.

But soon everyone knew why they were so "defiant".

Because the leader was holding Xiang Xiang, who was about the height of an adult and had the thickness of a child's waist, and the people behind him were all opening the way for him.

The "fragrance" is very fragile, and it is easy to break if you are not careful.

When the tourists saw this scene, they were amazed one after another. As soon as the people came, they quickly avoided to the sides.

Probably because Xiang was a little heavy, the leader had blue veins on his forehead, and the expression on his face looked a bit hideous.

Jing Cheng looked over curiously, and found that he was still an acquaintance.

Qin Yan also saw this scene, with a strange expression on his face: "Isn't that Mr. Chen? Where did he buy such thick incense?"

Fu Le shook his head and shook his head: "Nowadays, businesses are really doing everything they can to compete. Such a big incense can cost thousands of dollars."

A cameraman from the program group raised a high-definition camera to record this scene.

"Huh? Why did you change your equipment?" Fu Le leaned over to look curiously, and saw the barrage flashing across the mobile phone screen of the staff beside him, and asked in surprise, "Are you live broadcasting? Is the show really going to be changed to a live broadcast?"

The cameraman sighed helplessly and said, "Director Zhao asked us to try the effect of the live broadcast first. After all, the netizens put pressure on the show with 'thousand blood books', so it's hard to explain. If the effect is not good, he will fight with the people above.Also doing variety shows."

"Thank you for your hard work!" Fu Le understood, and patted the photographer comfortingly.

When they heard it was a live broadcast, Jing Cheng and Qin Yan took out masks from their backpacks and put them on at the same time.

It was too dark, Chen Xingguang didn't recognize them, and a group of people hurried straight to the temple not far away.

The two sides passed each other, and in the midst of the flash, a tourist secretly photographed Mr. Chen's face with a flash, and Jing Cheng caught a glimpse of it.

He saw that Mr. Chen's brows were black, his face was blue, and there were horizontal lines on his mountain roots—this was a sign of impending death.

In other words, Mr. Chen will definitely die within an hour!

Jing Cheng frowned, Mr. Chen met him once, and gave him so much money, it seems not good to leave him alone.

Qin Yan stared at Mr. Chen's back, and hesitantly said to Jing Cheng: "Didn't you say that he was poisoned by a Gu? Why does this man seem to be full of anger?"

"Generally speaking, Gu will only occasionally affect people's sanity, and usually there is no problem." Jing Cheng explained habitually, hesitated for a while, and then said, "But he seems to be in trouble tonight, do you think I want it?"have a finger in the pie?"

Qin Yan was surprised: "How difficult is it?"

"Mortal calamity."

Jing Cheng answered seriously.

Qin Yan was silent for a moment, looking into Jing Cheng's eyes: "Actually, when you asked me, you already made a decision, right?"

Jing Cheng nodded hesitantly.

"Since we have encountered each other, there is no reason to refuse to save." Qin Yan glanced at him, and said out of some psychology, "Why did you think of asking me? I thought you would make your own decision."

"..." The expression on Jing Cheng's face went blank for a moment, and he blurted out, "You are my apprentice, if you don't ask who you ask?"

Qin Yan: "???"

There seems to be something wrong with this sentence... Wait, is the causality reversed?

When Qin Yan came back to his senses, he found that Jing Cheng had already run away.

Jing Cheng walked a few steps behind Mr. Chen when he suddenly felt something and stopped.

He turned his head and looked at the long street in the distance.

I don't know when, the fog gradually appeared in the street.

It is not the smoke produced by setting off fireworks, but a slightly moist mist.

He sniffed, and there was a faint fishy smell in the mist.

There are dolls' cries looming in the mist.

The voice was so small that it seemed to come from far away, passing through the hustle and bustle of the sea of people, as if calling for something.

The tourists walked forward ignorantly, as if they didn't notice anything wrong.

In the darkness, Jing Cheng felt eyes from all directions, staring at him through the mist, as if they wanted to cut him into pieces and tear him into pieces.

Jing Cheng took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

He needs to open his eyes to sense the location of these "things".

The author has something to say:

Yan Xiu has to wait a while, and finish this dungeon first.

Thank you Bai Xiaoyong for the nutrient solution, happy~