Unfortunately, fate did not let her do.

When a plague hit, her husband, parents and brothers all died in the plague, only Wen Niang and her child survived.

Most of the land in the village is barren. Wen Niang works in the fields during the day and spins and weaves at home at night. A person worked hard to drag the child to the age of eight, and she could help herself with some small work. She finally felt that there was some hope in life.

She will never forget that day.

I came back from a hard day in the fields, but didn't see the child coming up to greet me. Wen Niang called a few times, but no response was received, she was already panicking, and when she opened the door, it was even darker in front of her.

The items in the hut were rummaged, and the few valuables had long since disappeared, along with the eight-year-old Xiaojie.

She spent one night calling in the village and fell ill in bed the next day.

Lizheng's daughter-in-law from the village came to visit and told her that there were a few outsiders in the village yesterday, and Xiaojie might have been taken away by those people.

The women in the village came to comfort her, and they all persuaded her to open up and find another opportunity to marry, and she would have a family again. But who doesn't understand how difficult her life will be in the future?

Without giving those people a chance to sigh, Wen Niang disappeared that night.

With a few changes of clothes and only a little money left, she dragged her sick body and embarked on the long road to find her son.

Walk through mountains and rivers, cross rivers, and make a living from laundry and sewing for people along the way. This woman named Wen Niang went all the way to inquire, and almost traveled all over the Central Plains.

That day, she lost her way in the mountains, and the cold rain in winter caused her to develop a high fever. Walking around in the mountains with her eyes half closed, she saw the city in a trance.

Sitting outside the city wall, she heard the cry of the child.

The cry gave her strength, she begged the soldiers guarding the city, and wanted to go in to find her child, but where would anyone sympathize with a peasant woman with no money and no looks?

Pleading day after day was of no avail, and crying year after year blinded her. One day, she found herself out of the body, a voice said to him, let's go, reincarnate, your misery is over.

"I haven't found the child yet, how can I end it?" She walked towards the city without looking back. The soldiers guarding the city couldn't see her. She finally walked into the city she longed for in her lifetime and saw the city's scene.

like hell.

Carload after carload of children were transported here and locked in the pavilion one by one. The children's hands and feet are covered with transverse wounds. These people go to collect the children's blood every day and send it into the alchemy furnace.

She couldn't understand what they were doing, but she watched child after child die from blood loss and be abandoned outside the city.

Year after year passed, the bones outside the city had piled up into mountains.

Every year, mothers come to look for their children. Like her, they cannot enter the city gate and die in depression.

Year after year, the souls of mothers were reluctant to leave, wandering in and out of the city together in a daze.

One day, a child escaped from the pavilion. The small body trembled and ran desperately to the city gate. But how can a thin and weak child compete with a strong adult?

The big man chasing him and the soldiers guarding the city laughed, and he was forced to turn around like a cat and a mouse. Finally, the child who was so weak that he could no longer run was picked on the tip of the gun.

"Mother!" The child screamed before dying.

The souls of the mothers were shaken by the cry, and the silent weeping of the souls suddenly turned into a heart-piercing call. The gust of wind roared, and the fire swept the whole city, and everyone in the city was immediately scorched to the bone.

A strong light flashed, and the city lord gradually took shape in the charred ruins. She is Wen Niang, and also all those mothers who can't be found.

"Yes, I am not a human being, just a resentful spirit, the resentment spirit of hundreds of mothers who have lost their children." The city lord sighed.

"Later I rebuilt the city and took in the souls of countless children. The strange thing is that the spirits of the little devils kept coming. These children all had similar experiences. They were loaded by carts, and they were taken blood for alchemy. These little devils are obsessed with If it is too deep, the scene of being resold for blood will be repeated over and over again, and I will wake them up from their nightmares over and over again." The city owner smiled bitterly: "Although there is only one day of happiness, this is what I can give. all of them."

"What about the demons and the women who entered the city?" Mu Xiyun asked.

"You said those foxes and boars? They are just monsters in the nearby mountains. They didn't do anything evil, so I asked them to come to the city to help. As for those women..."

The city owner looked up at them, "I am a vengeful spirit after all, and I cannot cultivate or transform. My strength comes from the obsession of mothers. So I will take in mothers who are looking for children. If they are willing to join me, they can If you don’t want to, I will erase their memories and let them go.”

In the big house in the morning, the woman with a clear face was the woman who dedicated her soul to the city lord, and the shadows were the virtual images in the city.

"With all due respect," Mu Xiyun pondered, "there are so many young children in the city. You open a mountain every five years, and each time you find five women to meet the young children. How short a life is, you can't be like this. Transcend the souls of all children."

"Alas," the city owner sighed, "Why don't I know? A year after rebuilding the mountain city, my Xiaojie has been found, and my obsession has disappeared. If I am willing to give up my demon body, there is still a chance for me to reincarnate. However, after that Not long after that, an expert came here."

"Master?" Gu Qingqiao asked, "What kind of master?"

"Looking at his face, he is probably about fifty years old," the city owner recalled: "The white robe on his body is similar to that of this Immortal Monarch. By the way, he also carries a sword engraved with cloud patterns."

Are the white robes and cloud patterns from Moyun Mountain?

The resentful spirits at that time were still a little ignorant. They only knew how to comfort the children's souls, but they did not hide their whereabouts.

The man had mana and went straight into the city. After the same scene in the early morning, he found the city lord.