Outside Nanzhe City, Ouyang Hongye took out his pipe from his arms, lit it with a snap of his fingers and asked Wangyue: "Do you want to take a sip?"
"No, I'll still drink my wine." Mochizuki held the small wine bottle in both hands and sipped it happily.
Ouyang Hongye couldn't help laughing: "Did you steal the old man's wine again?"
Wang Yue always said plausibly: "Why do you call it a steal? It sounds so ugly! You can't see him drinking the wine even if it is left there. The wine is for drinking, not for admiring."
Ouyang Hongye shook his head, looked at Feng Huo who was standing aside, and then winked at Wang Yue.
"Hey, would you like a drink to relieve your fatigue?" Wangyue raised the wine bottle and shook it towards Feng Huo, who was sitting not far away.
Feng Huo glanced at it. Although he felt itchy, he still swallowed his saliva and stubbornly turned his head to one side.
"I can't help it, I don't appreciate it." Wang Yue shook her head helplessly and whispered, continuing to drink by herself, "Originally, this small pot of wine was not even enough for me to drink."
Ouyang Hongye originally wanted to resolve the estrangement between Fenghuo and Fenghuo before entering the city. Although they belonged to two camps in the royal city, they could not always hold on to those differences and prejudices since they embarked on the road of jointly searching for the heavenly talisman to save the demon world. Even if they are not willing, they cannot conflict with each other, and at least they can work together for the time being, but it seems not easy now. He has to worry that once he enters South Zhejiang City, Feng Huo will affect the entire plan due to his grudge against everyone. When he was talking to Mochizuki just now, he had been watching Feng Huo's expression with his peripheral vision. He vaguely felt what flashed in Feng Huo's eyes when he talked about the past prosperity of Nanzhe City. Could this be an entry point? He decided to give it a try.
He deliberately asked Feng Huo: "I remember that the Lord of Nanzhe City is also from the leopard demon clan. Is that so?"
"He is the most prominent member of our leopard demon clan." Feng Huo blurted out inadvertently, and then regretted it.
Ouyang Hongye couldn't help but smile slightly and continued to ask: "As you are both princes, your friendship must be very unusual, right? What kind of person is the Lord of Nanzhe City?"
Feng Huo didn't want to continue talking to Ouyang Hongye, but now that he had said the first sentence, he couldn't help but show off: "Well, we are both from the leopard demon clan, and we are the most prominent clan among the same clan. He is older than me. Chief, I call him brother. When Nanzhe City was still prosperous, he often invited me to visit the city. I should know the topography of the city better than the two of you."
Seeing the situation, Ouyang Hongye quickly agreed: "Yes, yes, I don't come here many times. After entering the city, I still need your guidance."
Unexpectedly, Feng Huo couldn't hold back his chatter with this offer: "The lord of Nanzhe City is extremely smart. Not long after he became the lord of the city, the originally barren land became prosperous. In terms of brains, not even a single person can compare with him.
Wangyue also jumped in: "If he is so smart, why was he deceived by Qingyun back then?"
"Oh, I'm not too obsessed with the art of turning stone into gold! For hundreds of years, he has been sending people around to find a way to achieve this art, but he has never succeeded. Ever since Qingyun came to Nanzhe City, in front of him and the people in the city Many people demonstrated how to dissolve the essence of the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth into water, and the water turned into gold in an instant. He told the city lord of Nanzhe, no matter how the powder is Sprinkle it into any liquid and it will turn into real gold.”
"Then the lord of Nanzhe City, who is so shrewd, doesn't have any doubts?"
"How could he, who has been addicted to this technique for hundreds of years, resist the temptation of seeing a bowl of water turn into shining gold right in front of his eyes?"
"Then why did he later think of spreading that powder into the river in Nanzhe City?"
"One of his cronies was bribed by Qingyun and gave him advice. As long as the powder was sprinkled into the river, the entire river would instantly turn into gold. From now on, there will be no place in the three realms that can be compared with the one in southern Zhejiang. The wealth is comparable. After listening to his words, the lord of Nanzhe City issued an order to sprinkle the powder into the river, thus bringing disaster to the entire city."
"Is there really no cure for this mourning poison?" Wang Yue became more and more interested as he listened.
"The incubation period of this poison is several days. The symptoms are not obvious when the poison first appears. After the onset of the disease, most people in the city have been poisoned. There are medicines to treat the poison before it takes effect, but once it takes effect, there is no cure. There is a way, because it has already penetrated deep into the bone marrow by the time it attacks." When Feng Huo talked about what he knew, he got out of control, his voice was loud and his face was proud.
"What happens if you are bitten by a mourning ghost?" Mochizuki put down the wine bottle and continued to ask.
"The bite will not be fatal, but once those guys smell blood, their strength and sense of smell will double, and they will attract more companions and become more difficult to deal with."
"It's really scary. I don't know how many mourning ghosts there are in this city." Mochizuki sighed.
"That's a lot! There is purgatory, full of hungry mourners and the bones of the dead who entered the city and were eaten. Only empty buildings are left, like ghost houses! This is me The reason why I don’t want to go there!” Feng Huo couldn’t help but tell the truth.
Wangyue looked at the towering city wall and the dense fog that could not be cleared from the city, and was filled with emotion: "Has this city been sealed like this for more than ten years?"
Ouyang Hongye responded: "Otherwise, what can we do? The demon world has been shattered after the war. How can we still have the energy to get rid of so many mourning ghosts? Since this city has become an abandoned city, although we are reluctant to leave it, we have to let it lie there. .”
Feng Huo let out a long sigh. As Ouyang Hongye said, the demon world after the war was in pieces and could not bear to look back. How could such a demon world withstand Qingyun's attack again, and how could it have another desperate battle with Qingyun? What about the decisive battle? Even the all-powerful king like his foster father Makoto Shio has become depressed early on and has almost no hope for the future of the demon world. What can he change by himself? Looking around, where can he find a comrade who is willing to fight alongside him and is not afraid of death? What reason would there be for him to willingly sacrifice his life for the demon world as he did in the past? The pressure in his chest made him sigh very hard, because there were many entanglements in his heart that he couldn't express: "Do we have to enter the city no matter what?"
Ouyang Hongye replied firmly: "In order to see the records about the Tianfu in the city, we have to go deep into the tiger's den and fight to the death!"
Feng Huo still resisted: "That's just a rumor. If not, wouldn't we put ourselves in an extremely dangerous situation?"
"What? Are you scared again?" Mochizuki challenged.
"I...how could it be? Humph, I was just afraid that if it was just a rumor, we would have wasted our time." Feng Huo defended unconvincingly.
Ouyang Hongye on the side was determined: "You guys wait for me!"
After saying that, he took the lead and jumped into the high Nanzhe city wall. Without much effort, he came back from the other side of the wall with three pieces of rags in his hand.
"Take this, I picked this up from the city. They are clothes worn by people in the city. They have already been contaminated with the body smell of the mourning ghost. When worn, they can be mixed in the air and not easily detected. Also Use this cotton to plug your ears to resist the sound waves they emit." Ouyang Hongye handed the two rags in his hand to Wang Yue and Feng Huo respectively, and then took out a few small cotton balls from his pocket and handed them to them as well.
In fact, the most painful thing about wearing such clothes was him. He had always been a mysophobic, so he gritted his teeth before putting the remaining tattered clothes on his body. The smell of the clothes made him couldn't help but make a look of disdain.
Wangyue put on the tattered clothes without much care. He had always been a casual person, so this little thing didn't bother him. He looked at Fenghuo with disdain and said, "How about it, Fenghuo? Otherwise you can Just stay here and look at the luggage and wait for our return."
"How could my clan of leopard demons, who have experienced hundreds of battles, be intimidated by a mere mourning ghost? Let's go!" Feng Huo was angered again when he heard this. He angrily put on the clothes Ouyang Hongye handed over and said as he said Walk towards the city wall.
Fenghuo climbed over the wall, but it was already difficult to fly up. The higher it went, the more poisonous gas floated on it, making it difficult to breathe. Hongye and Mochizuki followed closely behind. Just as they fell to the ground, several mourning ghosts came towards them. Their withered bodies were wrapped in tattered clothes. Their entire faces were shrunken and deformed. Their empty pupils and protruding teeth looked particularly scary.
Ouyang Hongye made a gesture to remind everyone to stay quiet. He first looked at the reaction of the mourning ghosts to them. He saw the mourning ghosts moving towards them, staying beside them for a while, and being wrapped by them. His clothes deceived him and he left in another direction.
They moved forward leaning on one side of the street. Death-eating ghosts roamed the streets, making shrill wails. They were cries caused by hunger. They no longer felt anything, only a hunger that could never be filled. They try to avoid places where mourning ghosts are concentrated, but after all, there are so many mourning ghosts in the city that they will come into direct contact with them from time to time. They had avoided several sieges by the zombie eaters according to previous methods, but it was becoming more and more difficult to reach the old palace in the center of the city without any bloodshed.
I wonder if the mourning ghosts still have habitual memories. The closer they are to the palace, the more they will become. Even though their ears were stuffed with cotton, the sound waves emitted by the continuously concentrated cannibal ghosts still gave Ouyang Hongye and the others a headache and impatience. Especially for people with a short temper like Feng Huo, it became increasingly difficult to ignore the intrusion of such sound waves. However, in order not to trigger a large-scale concentrated attack from the mourning ghosts, he could not curse or shout. This feeling made Feng Huo's chest feel like it was being grabbed by a huge hand. The dark picture in his eyes was filled with an unprecedented aura of being close to death, which reminded him of the battle sixteen years ago, when the entire defense of the royal city of Yongchuan was completely captured. He and the soldiers in the army divided into two groups, covering the people in the city as they retreated to the trenches outside the battlefield behind the city, and attracting the main force of the enemy army to fight and retreat into Chenji Palace.
The entire black stone floor of Yongchuan City was dyed red with blood. Feng Huo watched his companions fall one by one, and the pain gradually turned into numbness, because the pain could not change anything. All he could do was hack and kill like a machine. Enemies who come to invade. He couldn't remember how many injuries he had suffered. The physical pain and the mental pain disappeared without a trace. He just kept waving the knife in his hand and cutting it down! Cut it down! Cut it down!
"Wind Fire! Wind Fire! Stop it! You've attracted them all here!"
Who was calling his name, pulling his wandering consciousness back, and he found that he was chopping down a mourning ghost with the big ax in his hand. Many mourning ghosts had fallen in front of him, and more and more mourning ghosts were surrounding him from all directions. He remembered that they relied on sound waves to transmit information. He must have been blinded just now, and now his behavior has caused everyone a lot of trouble. Ouyang Hongye stood in front of him to resist the incoming mourning ghosts, while Mochizuki locked his shoulders with her arms and dragged him back. He didn't know how long he had been protected by the two of them like this.