Several circles of fences surrounded the mud houses with rough roofs. A group of mothers and daughters of various colors went in and out of the yard pecking at the rice. A brightly-feathered grand duke stood on the roof, shaking his crown and standing on one foot. Stand, turn your neck alertly, and glance in all directions.

Fortunately, no one has a dog at home. It is estimated that these villagers themselves do not have enough to eat a few pieces of ròu throughout the year, and they have no extra bones to feed their dogs.

There is a fork in front of the village, which forks in three different directions. Two of the roads are bare, and there are many footprints, and you can see that people often walk. The last one, however, was overgrown, covering the road with a thick layer, and a square stone slab stood crookedly in the direction of the road. The slate is old and weather-beaten, a large fèng cracked from head to toe, and roughness drilled out of the stone fèng.

Two large characters are engraved on the stone slab, which seems to be the name of the place where the road leads. The word below can be seen to be the word "city", while the word above has a lot of strokes and complicated shapes, and it happened to be penetrated by the crack, which peeled off many small stones. Wei Wuxian bent over and brushed away the mess and dust, but still couldn't make out the words.

The direction that the left arm is pointing is this road.

Wei WuXian said, "Why don't you ask these villagers?"

Lan Wangji nodded, of course Wei Wuxian wouldn't expect him to ask, and walked towards the few peasant girls who were throwing rice and feeding them with a smile on their faces.

Few of those women were old, and when they saw an unfamiliar young man approaching, they all became nervous, as if they wanted to throw the dustpan and escape into the house. After Wei Wuxian said a few words with a smile, they slowly calmed down and responded slightly shyly.

Wei Wuxian pointed at the stone tablet and asked a question. Their expressions changed in unison, and after a long hesitation, they began to talk to him intermittently and pointedly. During this period, he didn't dare to look at Lan WangJi standing next to the stone tablet. Wei Wuxian listened attentively for a while, the corners of his mouth were raised, and at the end, he seemed to change the subject, which caused the few peasant girls to stretch out, relax again, and smile unskillfully at him.

Lan Wangji stared at it from a distance, and after waiting for a long time, he didn't see Wei Wuxian intending to come back. He slowly lowered his head and kicked a pebble next to his foot.

I rolled this innocent pebble over and over again for a while. When he raised his head again, Wei Wuxian still didn't come back. Instead, he took out something from his arms and gave it to the farmer girl who talked the most.

Lan Wangji stood there blankly, unable to bear it any longer. Just as he was about to walk over, Wei Wuxian finally walked back leisurely with his hands behind his back.

He stood back to Lan Wangji and said, "Hanguang-Jun, you should go there. They have rabbits at home!"

Lan WangJi didn't respond to his teasing, and said indifferently, "What's the matter."

Wei WuXian said, "This road leads to Yi City. The first word on the stone tablet is the word 'Yi'."

Lan Wangji said, "The meaning of chivalry?"

Wei WuXian said, "That's what I asked too. That's right, it's not right."

Lan Wangji said, "Why not?"

Wei WuXian said, "The word is indeed that word, but the meaning is wrong. It's not the meaning of chivalry, but the meaning of righteousness."

They walked on this fork in the clutter and left the stone tablet behind them. Wei WuXian continued, "These girls said that since ancient times, five or six out of ten people who lived in that city were short-lived, either short-lived or dying. The local specialty coffin paper money and other funeral objects, whether it is a coffin or a paper maker, are very skilled, so it is called this name."

Lan Wangji didn't ask why the residents of the city didn't abandon the city and leave. They all understand that if people in a place have been rooted in it for generations, it's hard to let them go. Only five or six out of ten people are short-lived, and it seems that they can bear it, maybe they are the other four or five. Moreover, being born in such a remote country and leaving home, most of them don't know where to go.

In addition to rough and rough rocks, there are also ravines that are difficult to detect. Lan Wangji kept his eyes on Wei Wuxian's feet, Wei Wuxian said as he walked, "They said that people here rarely go to Yicheng, and the people inside rarely leave except for delivery. Almost no one was seen. This road has been deserted for several years and no one has gone. It is really difficult to walk."

Lan Wangji: "There's more."

Wei Wuxian: "What else?"

Lan Wangji said, "What did you give them?"

Wei WuXian said, "Oh. You said that? It's Rouge."

When he was in Qinghe, he bought a small box of rouge from the fake Taoist priest who had inquired about Xingluling and kept it with him. Wei WuXian said, "You always have to give some thanks for asking people about things. I was going to give money, but I was frightened and didn't dare to accept it. Seeing that they like the scent of that rouge very much, it seems that they have never used this kind of thing before. sent out."

After a pause, he said again: "Hanguang-Jun, why are you looking at me like this? That box of rouge is not good. But now I'm not as good as before, wearing a bunch of flowery and rough hairpins all day long. Send the girl. There is really nothing else to give, it's better than nothing."

As if some unpleasant memory had been awakened, Lan Wangji twitched his brows and slowly turned his head.

Going along this difficult road, the roughness gradually becomes less and less, and the road is gradually opened up. The fog is getting thicker.

When the left arm was folded into a fist, a dilapidated city gate appeared at the end of the long road.

The turret at the head of the city lacks tiles and paint, and a corner is missing, which is extremely dilapidated and ugly. The walls are full of graffiti scribbled by someone unknown. The red color of the city gate has almost faded to white, and the door nails are rusted and blackened one by one.

Before entering, it makes people feel that this must be a ghost place where a group of demons dance.

As Wei Wuxian walked along the road, he kept looking around, and when he reached the city gate, he commented, "The feng shui is really bad."

Lan Wangji nodded slowly: "The mountains are poor and the water is bad."

This Yicheng is surrounded by high mountains and cliffs on all sides. The mountain slopes seriously towards the center, which is overwhelming and threatening, as if it will collapse at any time. Surrounded by such huge black rocks in all directions, in the tragic white fog, there are more monsters and monsters than monsters.

Just standing here makes people feel tight in the chest and panic, and there is a strong sense of threat.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying that "people are outstanding, and there is a converse." In some places, due to the terrain and location, bad feng shui, and a natural mildew lingering, people living here are prone to short-lived deaths and everything goes wrong. If the ancestors have been rooted here for generations, it will be moldy to the bones. Moreover, visions often breed, and events such as corpse transformations and ghosts returning to their souls may be several times higher than in other places. Obviously, Yicheng is such a place.

This kind of place is usually in a remote location, and the Xianmen family can't manage it. Of course, they don't want to manage it. It's very troublesome. More trouble than Shui Xingyuan. Shui Xingyuan can also drive away, but Feng Shui is difficult to change. If no one came to the door crying and begging, the families would turn a blind eye and pretend they didn't know.

When the two walked to the city gate, Jiāo changed his eyes, opened the city gate one by one, and pushed it open.

"Squeak-", the overwhelmed bearing, carrying two misaligned city gates, slowly opened.

As far as can see, there is no busy traffic, and no murderous corpses.

Only overwhelming white.

The fog filled the air, several times thicker than the fog outside the city, and one could only barely see a long straight street ahead, and there were no people on the street. On either side are erected houses.

The two naturally approached each other a few steps and walked in together.

It was still daytime, but the city was silent. Not only was there no one speaking, but there was not even a trace of jingling and barking. It was very strange.

However, since it was the location designated by the left arm, it would be strange if it wasn't weird.

After walking along the long street for a while, the deeper into the city, the thicker the white fog, as if overflowing with demonic energy. At first, could barely see ten steps away, but then couldn't recognize the outline of five steps away, and then could barely reach five fingers. The more Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji walked, the closer they got, shoulder to shoulder to see each other's faces clearly.

Wei WuXian had a thought in his heart, "If someone took advantage of this fog and quietly chased between us, two people became three people, I don't know if they would be discovered."

At this time, he kicked something on the bottom of his foot and looked down, but couldn't tell what it was. Wei WuXian grabbed Lan WangJi's hand, telling him not to leave alone, leaning down and squinting to observe. An angry head broke through the fog and crashed into his line of sight.

This head is a man's face, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and two unusually abrupt blushes on his cheeks.

Wei Wuxian kicked the head just now, almost kicking it away, knowing how much it weighed. This light is definitely not real. When he lifted it and pinched it, a large piece of the man's cheek collapsed, and a piece of blush was wiped off.

It turned out to be a human head made of paper.

This paper head is vividly done, the makeup is exaggerated, but the facial features are more refined. Yicheng's special products are funeral objects, and the craftsmanship of paper-tie people is naturally good. Among the paper figurines, there are substitute paper figurines. People believe that if they are burned to the dead, they will be able to put oil in a pan in hell and endure hardship on the mountain of knives. Of course, these are just for the living to seek comfort for themselves.

This paper head should be a "yīn warrior", and it is said that after going down, it can protect the paper money received by the ancestors' souls from being robbed and bullied by other evil spirits. It must have been equipped with a tall and solid paper body, but it was pulled down by someone and thrown into the street.

The bun on the paper man's head was black, wispy and shiny, and he reached out and touched it, sticking tightly to the scalp, as if it really was the hair that grew out of it. Wei WuXian said, "The craftsmanship is really good, did you glue it with real hair?"

Suddenly, a thin black shadow ran past him quickly.

The shadow came very suddenly, rubbed his side tightly and ran over, and disappeared in the thick fog in an instant. Bichen automatically unsheathed, chasing the figure away, and quickly retracted, and put it into the sheath.

The thing that slipped past him just now was running too fast, definitely not the speed that a human can achieve!

Lan Wangji said, "Be careful, be alert."

Although it just passed by just now, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not do anything else next time.

Wei WuXian asked, "Did you hear that just now?"

Lan Wangji said, "The sound of footsteps, the sound of bamboo poles."

Yes, in that short moment, in addition to the rapid footsteps, they also heard another strange sound. The da da da is very crisp, similar to the rapid beating of a bamboo pole on the ground. don't know why there is this sound.

At this moment, in the fog ahead, there was another sound of footsteps.

The footsteps this time were very light, many, mixed, and slow. It was as if many people were walking cautiously towards this direction without saying a word. Wei Wuxian flipped out a burning talisman and threw it lightly forward. If there is something full of resentment in front of it, it will burn, and the fire can illuminate a place to some extent.

The visitor on the opposite side also noticed something was thrown by someone here, and immediately counterattacked, suddenly attacking!

Several sword lights of different colors attacked with murderous aura, Bichen flew out of the sheath and swam in front of Wei Wuxian, knocking back all the sword lights. Over there for a while, people turned their backs and shouted. Lan Wangji retreated to avoid the dust, Wei WuXian said, "Jin Ling?! SiZhui?!"

Jin Ling's voice sounded through the white fog: "Why is it you again?!"

Wei WuXian said, "I want to ask why it's you again!"

Lan SiZhui tried his best to restrain himself, but his voice was full of joy: "Young Master Mo, you are also here? Is that Hanguang-Jun also here?"

As soon as he heard that Lan Wangji might be coming, Jin Ling immediately shut up, as if he was suddenly silenced again. Lan Jingyi said, "It must be here! It was Bichen just now!"

Wei WuXian said, "Well, come here, be by my side. You all come quickly."

When a group of teenagers learned that they were friends rather than enemies, they gathered around them as if they were being granted amnesty. In addition to a group of juniors from Jin Ling and Lan's family, there were seven or eight teenagers in other clan costumes. Wei WuXian said, "Why are you all here? You are so ruthless as soon as you shoot. Fortunately, I am Hanguang-Jun, otherwise what would I do if I hurt ordinary people."

Jin Ling retorted: "There are no ordinary people here. There are no people in this city!"

Lan SiZhui nodded and said, "The sky is clear and the sky is full of demonic mist, and not a single shop is open."

Wei WuXian asked, "How did you guys get together? Go out for night hunting together?" Jin Ling, who is not pleasing to anyone and wants to fight with everyone, has a little friction with the juniors of the Lan family. Why? May meet together for night hunting. Lan Sizhui answered every question he had, and explained, "We were originally..."

At this moment, there was a sound of rattling, rattling, and abnormally piercing bamboo sticks hitting the ground in the mist.

The faces of the famous juniors changed in shock: "Here we come again!"

☆、Chapter 34

The sound of the bamboo poles hitting the ground, appearing and disappearing, far and near, made it impossible to determine the position, and it was impossible to determine what was making this abrupt and strange sound.

Wei WuXian said, "Come here, hold on tight, don't move, don't use your sword."

In such an environment, if you rashly use your sword, it is very likely that you will not hurt the enemy, but you will accidentally hurt yourself. After a while, the sound stopped abruptly. After waiting for a long time, a child of a noble family whispered: "It's it again... When will it follow us!"

Wei WuXian asked, "It has been following you all the time?"

Lan SiZhui said, "After we entered the city, the fog was too heavy to worry about getting separated, so we gathered together, and suddenly we heard this kind of sound. At that time, it was not so fast. In the white fog ahead, I saw a small shadow slowly walking by. I chased after it but disappeared. After that, the voice has been following us."

Wei WuXian asked, "How short is it?"

Lan Sizhui touched his chest: "Very short, very thin."

Wei WuXian asked, "How long have you been here?"

Lan SiZhui said, "It's almost half a stick of incense."

"Half a column of incense?" Wei WuXian asked, "HanGuang-Jun, how long have we been in here?"

Lan WangJi's voice came from behind the misty white fog: "About a stick of incense."

"Look," Wei WuXian said, "We've been in here longer than you guys. How could you run ahead of us? It was only when we turned back that we met us."

Jin Ling finally couldn't help chasing: "We didn't turn back? We have been following this road, heading forward."

They are all walking forward, so is it possible that this road has been passively handed and turned into a circular maze?

Wei WuXian asked, "Have you tried Yujian flying up to take a look?"

Lan SiZhui said, "I tried it. I felt like I flew up a long distance, but it didn't actually rise much. And there were some vague shadows running in the air. I don't know what it was. I was worried that I couldn't handle it, so I came down.already."