Pushing open the heavy iron gate, dense green flooded into the eyes of the two of them, Ouyang Rong's brain was completely frozen, and the Lingzhi girl rubbed her eyes, which can be described as abnormally quiet.
"Have I crossed? I should have entered the Jurassic era setting without opening the door." The Lingzhi girl couldn't help but said, Ouyang Rong touched his chin and bowed his head silently.
Finally, the Ganoderma lucidum girl looking around seemed to have discovered something.
"Sir, where to look!" The Lingzhi girl stretched out her finger to look, and Ouyang Rong looked in the direction of her finger, but found something out of place in this strange bush.
"Is that a sprinkler?" Ouyang Rong thought for a while, and stepped onto the dense lawn.
Many plants still have dew hanging on the tips of their leaves, which should have been just recently sprinkled.
"It's all unusual plants."
"Well, there are a few that I remember are extinct."
For the sake of safety, Ouyang Rong and the Lingzhi girl didn't separate rashly. The two seemed to be in ancient times. In the grass, they could jump out of ferocious beasts at any time.
Ouyang Rong walked in front, he pushed aside the huge fan leaf blocking the way, the Lingzhi girl clasped her hands tightly, forbearing her curiosity.
Just as the spirits of the two were gradually tightening, behind the tree trunk on one side, a black shadow slowly floated out.
"Hey!" The Lingzhi girl was so frightened that she jumped directly onto Ouyang Rong's body.
Ouyang Rong's complexion was aside, his gas detector kept on alert at all times, but he was still approached silently by this "person".
The black figure that appeared behind the tree trunk held a black water bottle with a large head, as if wearing a black hat.
"Humans, this is really familiar breath."
"This is-old saying!"
Because many demons and ghosts live for a long time and only use the old language, Ouyang Rong specifically consulted ancient books to facilitate his work and barely taught himself the language that people communicated with demons and ghosts in the past.
Ouyang Rong vaguely understood the words of the black shadow holding the pot, he remained vigilant, and slowly backed away with the Lingzhi girl.
"Don't be nervous, we are not malicious."
"We?" Ouyang Rong couldn't help being surprised, and when he took a closer look, the Heiwuqiu in front of him was indeed different from the one he had encountered before.
"Yes, we-the ghost servants of dusk."
The black shadow holding the kettle made a deep sound. It slowly moved its body and raised its arms. There was clean water flowing out of the black kettle.
Ouyang Rong was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously looked at the sprinkler above her head.
"The ecosystem here, including the sprinklers, has long been destroyed over time." The black shadow carrying the pot said while sprinkling water.
"In order not to make myself too bored, I allocated this top-level garden during the meeting."
Ouyang Rong carefully distinguished the other's words, her eyes thoughtful.
"You are neither a demon nor a ghost, even in the powerful Yang phenomenon, even the Yang veins will definitely be worn to the edge of the boundary." Ouyang Rong said in a deep voice in the old saying.
No matter what kind of existence it is, it will be thoroughly cleansed by time and without leaving anything behind.
This limit has been called taboo since ancient times, also known as eternity.
"Yeah, it's true that you've been alive, but it's a pity that we are a little different from you." A steady stream of clear water spilled from the hands of the black shadow holding the pot, and Ouyang Rong was silent, not answering, he wanted to hear what the other party said.
"We wake up at dawn, and then disappear at dusk, and we will reincarnate all night, the sun and the moon, life and death, repeating birth and death, like a flash in the pan, but like an indestructible twilight."
"Every day is the first day, and every day is the last day. I have long been used to disappearing and I have long been unwilling to count time."
"Because of this, it makes no sense."
The dull tone of the black shadow holding a pot resembles a breeze and still water. Even the Lingzhi girl who can't understand the words can feel the feeling that everything doesn't matter.
[Even a powerful existence can't escape the category of life and death, but if you think about it, since you can't escape life and death, then thinking about how to live in life and death might find a new way to go. ]
This is a passage that Ouyang Rong saw in a very old biography. The owner of that biography is said to have lived for hundreds of years, but in the end he completely retreated into the forest. Some people say that he has crossed the bank of the Yellow Spring, and there are even more people. Said he was dead of old age a long time ago.
"This is a curse that offends taboos, and it is only natural that the foundation will fall overnight."
Ouyang Rong still didn't dare to be careless, and said so much to him, it was impossible to have no purpose.
"If you don't mind, please come with me?" The black shadow holding the kettle said softly, he lifted the kettle, and then floated unhurriedly in the direction of the iron gate.
"Sir, what are you talking about? I can't understand a word." The Lingzhi girl looked puzzled. Ouyang Rong had a headache. He hadn't figured it out by himself, so naturally he didn't know how to explain to the Lingzhi girl.
"Follow him to see the situation first." Ouyang Rong said softly, keeping a safe distance, and following the black figure holding the pot.
Seeing this, the Lingzhi girl hurriedly caught up with Ouyang Rong. Although she was very upset, she believed in Ouyang Rong's decision very much.
Soon, after leaving the top garden, the two followed the black shadow holding the pot and stepped up the downward staircase step by step.
Because it was still the original stairs, they naturally saw the black figure holding the broom for the second time.
"Wake up... Meal... Prepare... Anytime." The black shadow holding the broom said intermittently.
"Okay, since the meal has been prepared properly, then I will immediately take the two guests." The black shadow holding the pot said softly. After saying that, he bypassed the companion in front of him and headed for the second floor.
Ouyang Rong and the Lingzhi girl followed closely, and soon disappeared between the stairs.
The black shadow holding the broom turned slightly, and resumed his difficult journey down the stairs.
On the second floor of the mansion, around the huge oval table, before the black shadow carrying the pot arrived, there were already many shadows of various shapes waiting here.
"Cracking" as the door opened, the black shadow holding the pot slowly led Ouyang Rong inside.
"The meal has been prepared according to the last reception." Said the black shadow holding a knife.
"Since the broom is going to be better, let's wait for a while." Among the various shadows, a seemingly old shadow, leaning on a cane, slowly sat down on a chair.
"The crutch is right." The black shadow holding the kettle whispered in admiration. It came to the edge of the oval table, pulled out two chairs, and motioned Ouyang Rong to sit down.
"Acting by chance—" Ouyang Rong whispered to the Lingzhi girl, and after speaking, he sat on the gorgeous chair unceremoniously.
The Lingzhi girl nodded, and after Ouyang Rong, she also sat in front of the oval table.
The other shadows didn't have the slightest opinion, and they sat down after finding the positions one by one, and there happened to be another position—this was the position of the shadow holding the broom. (End of this chapter)