The Founder of Diabolism Chapter 33: Eighth Plants

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There are many rivers and valleys in the east of Shu. The mountains are rugged, the terrain is rugged, and the wind is weak. Therefore, many places are full of fog.

The two walked straight in the direction of the left hand, passing a small village.

Several circles of fences surround the thatched-roofed earthen house. A group of mottled hens and chicks walk in and out of the yard to peck rice. A big bright rooster stands on the roof, shaking the crest, Stand with your feet, turn your neck vigilantly, and glance in all directions.

Fortunately, no one has a dog. It is estimated that these villagers themselves are not enough to eat a few pieces of meat throughout the year, and there is no extra bone to feed the dogs.

There is a fork in front of the village, and the fork points in three different directions. Two of the roads were bare and had a lot of footprints. The last one was overgrown with a thick layer of pavement, and a square slab stood crooked in the direction of the road. The stone slabs have been aged for a long time, weathered and frosted, a large crack has cracked from head to toe, and there is also withered grass in the crack.

Two large characters are engraved on the slate, which seem to be the place names where this road leads. The word below can barely be seen as the word "city", and the word above has a lot of strokes, complicated shapes, and just passes through the crack, peeling off many small pebbles. Wei Wuxian stooped away from the mess, brushed the dust, and still couldn't see what it was.

Which direction the left arm is pointing at is this road.

Wei Wuxian said, "Why go ask these villagers?"

Lan Wangji nodded, of course Wei Wuxian would not expect him to ask, with a smile on his face towards the farmers who were feeding rice with chicken.

Some of the women are old, and when they see a strange young man approaching, they all get nervous, and they seem to want to throw a dustpan into the house. After Wei Wuxian smiled and said a few words, they slowly calmed down and responded slightly shyly.

Wei Wuxian pointed at the stele and asked, they first changed their faces and hesitated for a while, then talked to him intermittently and with pointers. During this period, he did not dare to look at Lan Wangji, who was standing next to the stele. Wei Wuxian listened carefully for a while, while the corner of his mouth kept rising. At the end, it seemed to change the topic, which led the peasant girls to stretch their colors, relax, and smile at him unskillfully.

Lan Wangji stared over there and waited for a long time, but did not see Wei Wuxian's intention to return. He slowly lowered his head and kicked a small stone beside his kick.

Rolled this innocent little stone over and over for a while. Raising his head again, Wei Wuxian still didn't return, instead he took something out of his arms and gave it to the farm girl who spoke most.

Lan Wangji stood there in a daze, and couldn't help it. As he was preparing to walk away, Wei Wuxian finally came back with a hand.

He stood back to Lan Wangji and said, "Han Guangjun, you should pass by. They have rabbits in their house!"

Lan Wangji did not respond to his ridicule, and seemed to be indifferent: "Ask something."

Wei Wuxian said: "This road leads to Yicheng. The first word on the stele is the word" yi "."

Lan Wangji said: "The righteousness of chivalry?"

Wei Wuxian said: "I asked the same thing. It's right, it's not right."

Lan Wangji said: "Hejie."

Wei Wuxian said: "The word is indeed that word, but the meaning is wrong. It is not the meaning of chivalry, but the meaning of righteousness."

They walked on this fork in the clump of weeds, leaving the stele behind. Wei Wuxian continued: "These girls said that since ancient times, people living in that city have been short-lived, either short-lived or dying. Local coffins, paper money, and other funeral services, whether they are coffins or paper cutters, are exquisitely crafted, so they are called this name. "

Lan Wangji did not ask why the residents in the city did not leave the city. They all understand that if people in a place take root for generations, it will be difficult for them to leave. People who have only five-tenths of ten have a short-lived, and they seem to be able to bear it, maybe they are the other four-fifths of ten. Moreover, born in such a backcountry and wild, most of them do not know where to go from home.

Along with the grass and rocks, there are also gullies that are not easy to detect. Lan Wangji kept his eyes on Wei Wuxian's feet. Wei Wuxian walked and said, "They say that people here rarely go to Yicheng, and people in them rarely leave except for delivery. These years Almost no people were seen. This road already has been deserted for several years and no one has gone. It is really difficult to walk. "

Lan Wangji: "What else is there."

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 the Qinghe River, he bought a small box of rouge from the Jianghulang meditation priest who inquired about Xingluling, and kept it with him. Wei Wuxian said, "I have to thank someone for inquiring about things. I was going to give money to scare people, so I did n’t dare to accept them. Seeing that they like the scent of rouge, it seems that they have never used this kind of thing. Send it out. "

After a pause, he said again, "Han Guangjun, what are you looking at me like that. The box of rouge is not good. But now I am no better than before, carrying a bunch of flowers and plants around me all day. Send girls everywhere. There is really nothing else I can give, it is better than nothing. "

Like something unpleasant memories awakened, Lan Wangji frowned and slowly turned his head.

Walking along this difficult road, weeds are gradually becoming scarce, and the sides are gathered back and crawled back, and the road is gradually open. The mist was getting denser.

When the left arm is folded into a fist, a broken gate appears at the end of the long road.

The corner tower in the city lacks tile and paint, and a corner is dropped. There were graffiti on the walls. The red of the city gate almost faded to white, the door nails were rusty and black, and the two doors were hidden, as if they had just been pushed through a slit and slipped in.

Before you go in, it makes people feel that this must be a ghostly place.

When Wei Wuxian walked along the road, he kept looking around, and in front of the city gate, he said, "Feng Shui is really bad."

Lan Wangji nodded slowly: "Mountains, poor water and evil."

This righteous city is surrounded by alpine cliffs on all sides, and the mountain slopes toward the center seriously, showing an overwhelming threat, as if it would collapse at any time. Surrounded in all directions by such a huge black rock, in the miserable white mist, there are more monsters than monsters.

Standing here makes people feel dull in their chests and panicked, and there is a strong sense of threat.

Since ancient times, there have been sayings about "human beings and territories," and vice versa. In some places, due to the terrain and location, Feng Shui is bad, and a natural mold is lingering. People living here are prone to short-lived death, and things are not smooth. If it was rooted here for generations, it would be mold. And often breed visions, corpses, ghosts return to the soul and other events may be several times elsewhere. Obviously, Uiseong is such a place.

This kind of place is generally remote, and Xianmen Aristocratic Family can't manage it. Of course, I don't want to manage it, which is very troublesome. More trouble than Mizuhobuchi. Shui Xing Yuan can also be driven away, but Feng Shui is difficult to change. If no one was crying and begging to come, the families would open one eye and close the other, as if they didn't know.

The two walked to the gate of the city, exchanged a look, one gate at a time, and pushed away.

"Squeak ---" The overwhelming bearing, carrying two misaligned gates, slowly opened.

As you can see, there is no traffic, no corpses.

Only overwhelming white.

The fog is dense, several times thicker than the fog outside the city, and I can barely see that there is a long straight street in front of it. There are no people on the street. On both sides are erected houses.

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

It's still daylight at this moment, but the city is silent, not only is there no one to speak, even the barking dog can not hear a trace, it's weird.

However, since it is the place designated by that left arm, it is strange if it is not weird.

Walking along the long street for a while, the deeper the city gets, the thicker the white mist, as if overflowing with enchantment. In the beginning, I could barely see beyond ten steps, but later the outlines beyond five steps could not be recognized, and later, almost no fingers were visible. The more Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji walked, the closer they got, the more they could see each other's faces.

Wei Wuxian's heart was full of thoughts: "If someone takes advantage of this fog and sneaks in between us, two people become three, I'm afraid I won't know if they will be found."

At this time, he kicked something on the soles of his feet and looked down, but couldn't tell what it was. Wei Wuxian grabbed Lan Wangji's hand and told him not to leave alone, leaning over and squinting to see. An angry head burst through the fog and slammed into his sight.

This head is a man's face with thick eyebrows and two unusually blushes on his cheek.

Wei Wuxian just kicked this head, and almost kicked it, knowing that this thing weighs a few pounds or two. Such a light is certainly not true. When he lifted it up, the man's cheek collapsed and his blush was smeared.

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

This paper human head is beautifully done, with exaggerated makeup, but the facial features are more delicate. The funeral and burial objects of Yicheng specialties are naturally good. There are avatars in the paper people, and folks believe that burning them to the deceased can help the ancestors to cook in the **** and go to the sword mountain to suffer; there are beautiful girls who serve the ancestors in the underworld. Of course, these are just a matter of comfort for the living.

This paper head should be a “yinlishi”, saying that after going down, it can protect the paper money received by the ancestors ’souls from being robbed and not bullied by other evil spirits. The original must have a tall, solid paper body, who was dragged down and thrown into the street.

The hair of the paper man's head is black, ray of light, and quite shiny. He reached out and touched it, sticking it tightly to the scalp, as if it was really his hair. Wei Wuxian said, "The craftsmanship is really good, isn't it taken from real human hair?"

Suddenly, a thin shadow rubbed him across.

The shadow came very suddenly, and he ran across the side of his face, disappearing into the thick fog instantly. Avoid the dust automatically out of the sheath, chasing after the figure, and then withdrew it again, and put it into the sheath.

The thing that slipped past him just now runs too fast, definitely not the speed one can achieve!

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

Although I just passed by, I can't guarantee that next time, it won't do anything else.

Wei Wuxian said, "Did you hear it?"

Lan Wangji said, "Footsteps, bamboo poles."

Yes, just for a short moment, in addition to the rapid footsteps, they heard another strange sound. Da Da Da is very crisp, like a bamboo pole pounding on the ground quickly. I don't know why there is such a sound.

At this moment, there was another footstep in the fog ahead.

The footsteps this time are very light, a lot, very complicated, and very slow. As if many people were approaching this side cautiously without saying a word. Wei Wuxian turned his hand over a burning sign and fluttered forward. If there is something resentful in front of it, it will burn, and the fire will illuminate a place to some extent.

The visitors from the opposite side also noticed that someone had thrown something here, and immediately counterattacked, suddenly getting angry!

Several light-colored sword-mans Murderous Qis came to the surface, avoiding the dust and flying out of the sheath, swam in front of Wei Wuxian, and repelled them all. There was a man over there, stumbling, and stunned. Lan Wangji retracted to avoid dust, Wei Wuxian said, "Jin Ling ?! Thinking to chase?!"

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

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

Lan Si tried his best to restrain, but his voice was full of joy: "Mo Young Master are you there? Is that Han Guangjun here too?"

After hearing that Lan Wangji might be here, Jin Ling shut up immediately, as if suddenly being banned again. Lan Jingyi said: "It must be here! It was dust-proof just now!"

Wei Wuxian said: "Well, here, by my side. You all come here soon."

A group of teenagers learned that the opposite side was friends and non-enemy. In addition to a group of juniors from the Jin Ling and Lan families, there are seven or eight teenagers wearing other family clothing. The alertness has not faded, and they should also be children of Xianmen Aristocratic Family with a high status. Wei Wuxian said, "Why are you all here? It ’s so fierce as soon as you make a shot. Fortunately, it ’s Han Guangjun on my side, or what to do to hurt ordinary people."

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

Lan Sizhui nodded and said, "The sky is blue, the demon mist is pervasive, and no store is open."

Wei Wuxian said: "How did you get together? Go out for a night hunt?" Jin Ling's transversal nature of seeing everyone is not pleasing to the eye and fighting with everyone, and he is a little bit like the juniors in the Lan family Friction, how can we meet together to hunt at night. Lan Sizhuan must answer questions and explain, "We were ..."

At this moment, there was a sound of crackling, rattling, and unusually harsh bamboo poles hitting the ground in the fog.

The faces of the juniors are all shocked: "Here it is again!"