It was a cold and dilapidated alley, very much like the place where refugees in the capital city, an isolated island on earth in the past, lived.
The door was old and full of cracks, and the surrounding bricks and tiles seemed to be pieced together from fragments, giving it a shabby, urban feel. The narrow buildings were placed in a disorderly manner on both sides of the alley, appearing low and old.
Even though the light was not good at the moment, Jianchou could clearly see the wooden strips lying on the ground...
confusion.
Old.
Ruined.
Deserted.
This was Jianchou’s first impression of this alley.
She was even a little stunned. In a blink of an eye, she forgot about the eighteen floors that she had been very interested in before, and asked Zhang Tang in surprise: "Is the Fairy in the Mist here?"
Zhang Tang knew what Jianchou was thinking. He just stared at the bottomless alley and said calmly, "When I first came here, I couldn't believe it either."
The legendary being who can rival the eight Yama Kings of Bafang City lives in such a dirty, dilapidated and narrow alley
To ordinary people, it may sound like a fairy tale.
Zhang Tang was still hesitant back then, let alone Jianchou today
A group of four people just stood at the entrance of the alley, one was as calm as before, while the other three were in doubt and uncertainty.
The big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost were simply shocked: "Isn't this place too shabby? It looks even worse than our home. Look, there are spider webs everywhere!"
As he spoke, the little-headed ghost pointed at the nearest spider web.
The entire alley was pitch black. Standing at the entrance, one couldn't see the end of the alley.
It seemed as if the darkness sleeping in the alley had no end at all, and it was difficult for ordinary people to penetrate it.
Jianchou tried his best to blur his eyes before he could discover that in the deep darkness, there was indeed a faint little light. It was very obscure and dim, and it flickered and flickered. If one was not careful, one would think it was an illusion caused by one's own eyesight.
"Is that it?"
"good."
Zhang Tang nodded.
Jianchou looked back at him, only to see the former cruel official standing tall.
After thinking for a moment, she couldn't help but ask, "Looking at the Lord Tingwei's current state, does it seem like he has visited the Fairy in the Mist?"
"… "
This time, Zhang Tang did not answer.
He glanced at Jianchou, as if examining her, or as if he thought she was asking too many questions. He only stood there for a moment, then stepped forward and said, "Wu Zhongxian has been practicing as a ghost cultivator for a thousand years. He is not among the ten great ghost clans, nor does he work for Bafang City. He is all alone, and no one can do anything to him. I have visited him, and it has nothing to do with your visit to him."
That is to say, Zhang Tang did have some unknown intersection with the Fairy in the Mist, but this little intersection could not help Jianchou succeed.
It can be heard that Zhang Tang doesn't want to talk more about his own affairs.
Think about it, apart from the tiny encounter on the isolated island on earth and in the Shahong world, Jianchou and Zhang Tang were not familiar with each other, so it was a blessing that they were willing to help.
Jianchou thought for a moment, but in the end did not ask any more questions. He just followed Zhang Tang and walked into the alley.
Only the big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost were feeling very depressed.
They wanted to find out how Zhang Tang got connected with the famous Fairy in the Mist, but when they saw Zhang Tang's stern face, they became scared. After talking to each other for a long time, no one dared to speak.
The alley was silent for a moment, with only the sound of light footsteps heard, like a few stones thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.
But in the dead of night, no one noticed.
The further you go inside, the more dilapidated the houses on both sides appear.
Jianchou stepped over a rotten beam that had fallen to the ground and frowned slightly, feeling that it was not quite reasonable.
Zhang Tang also glanced around and explained, "This is the residence of the Mist Fairy. No one dares to move unless he moves."
Then Jianchou understood it all at once.
She whispered, "I was wondering, all the way from the gate of Wrongful Death City, the buildings I saw were getting taller and more luxurious, quite a bit like the style of a capital city on earth, how come there is only such a shabby alley in the middle of the prosperity? I see."
In this way, this fairy in the fog does have a terrifying power in the City of the Dead.
Such an out-of-place alley...
Jianchou looked around as he walked.
The only scattered light in the field of vision ahead finally became clearer.
It is a small shabby house located at the end of the alley.
The tattered window with withered flowers was covered with yellowed window paper, and the dim, flickering light shone through the paper.
Door panels full of cracks were sparsely embedded in the door, and a few pieces of light escaped from the gaps.
The whole place looked like a small business shop in the human world, except that it was closed at the moment.
There were three moss-covered steps in front of the house, but the moss in the middle of the steps had been worn away.
Presumably, many people have stepped on these steps throughout history.
Most of them are here to visit the Fairy in the Mist, right
The moment he saw the stairs, Jianchou made a judgment in his heart.
This was the end of the alley, and Zhang Tang naturally stopped and looked towards the window.
There was a vague black shadow by the window, and I couldn't tell whether it was a candle or a human figure.
He walked up the steps and reached out his hand to knock on the broken door three times: "Knock, knock, knock."
The sound is not loud, but when it sounds in this quiet alley, it has a thrilling quality.
The big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost didn't even dare to breathe. They hid obediently behind Jianchou, as if they were ready to run away if anything happened.
Jianchou was fine though. He was still looking at Zhang Tang and observing the situation here.
After Zhang Tang knocked on the door, there was no sound in the room. Even the shadow by the window didn't move, as if no one was there.
Aren't you at home
Just as Jianchou had this thought in his mind, a hoarse voice came from the ground: "Zhang Tang..."
The big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost are ghosts themselves, so they shouldn't be scared. But who would have thought that when the voice came out, the two little ghosts were so scared that they hugged each other, huddled together, and trembled.
Jianchou also felt a chill down his spine!
It's not for any other reason, it's just because the voice is too harsh and too hoarse, as if there are a thousand knives stuck in the throat, but the voice must be spoken.
It was cold, gloomy, and obscure to the extreme.
Zhang Tang, on the other hand, was normal.
He had heard worse noises than this, and it wasn't the first time he had heard the voice of the Fairy in the Mist.
Standing in front of the door, he clasped his hands together politely and bowed: "I came here on Xingye to be introduced by someone. Someone wants to ask you for help. I wonder if you can see me?"
The shadow by the window still didn't move, and even no movement could be heard in the house.
Only that voice, as if it came out of nowhere, came from the window: "You brought a living person with you. This is the first time I've seen one... Come in."
"Squeak..."
There was a sound of door hinges rubbing against each other that was almost tooth-grinding.
The door blocking Zhang Tang opened just like that.
Jianchou stood on the street and looked up. He could see some of the furnishings inside through the not-so-wide door.
It really looks like a shop.
However, what was placed on the container were not magical herbs or elixirs, nor were they magical weapons, but rather pieces of uncut stones.
The stones were of varying shapes and looked nondescript, not even oddly shaped.
They look like broken stones picked up from the ground, some are boulders that have rolled down from the mountains, and some are square, as if they have been cut and are waiting to be carved by people...
Whether it was the containers on both sides or the containers at the door, without exception, they were all made of stone!
This scene was really unexpected.
Jianchou was stunned for a moment before he realized that Zhang Tang had already walked in. After stepping through the door, he turned around and saw himself still standing outside.
It was she who came to visit the Fairy in the Mist, and Zhang Tang was obviously waiting for her.
Jianchou calmed himself down, suppressed his curiosity and doubts, walked up the stairs from the street, and stepped over the broken threshold that was about to collapse.
In the right corner of the house, there was a pile of grayish-white gravel.
A small wooden stool was standing among the rubble, with a slovenly-looking old man sitting on it. His robe looked unrecognizable and was so dirty that it looked like dust would fall off any moment.
His messy hair was all fluffy and gray, and his face was covered with a beard that was the same color as his hair.
The whole person's facial features are hidden in this messy hair and cannot be seen clearly at all.
At first glance, he looked like a poor beggar!
Seeing that I couldn't believe it -
Is this the legendary fairy in the mist
His fingers, like dead branches, were holding a small piece of gravel. He looked like a skeleton, not moving at all. The color of his fingers and the gravel almost blended into one, making it impossible to distinguish one from the other.
Even when he heard footsteps and knew that Zhang Tang and his men were coming in, he didn't even raise his eyes.
Only when Zhang Tang stopped and Jianchou also stopped did the old man slowly raise his head and look directly past Zhang Tang and at Jianchou.
A pair of cloudy eyes, with the black and white almost indistinguishable, is particularly frightening.
At that moment, he saw Jianchou clearly and also saw the Qiankun bag hanging around her waist.
Then, the lips hidden under the weed-like beard moved slightly, and an uncomfortable laugh came out of his throat.
"It turned out to be the little girl from Yashan..."