There are many river valleys in the east of Shu, the mountains are facing each other, the terrain is rugged and the wind is weak, so many places are filled with fog all the year round.
The two walked straight in the direction pointed by the left hand, passing a small village.
A few circles of fences surrounded the thatched earthen house, a group of hens and chickens of mottled colors went in and out of the yard pecking at the rice, a big rooster with bright feathers stood on the roof, shaking the cockscomb, standing on one foot, Turning his neck vigilantly, he looked proudly in all directions. Luckily no one has a dog. It is estimated that these villagers do not have enough meat to eat all year round, 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 was overgrown with weeds, covering the road, and a square stone slab stood crooked in the direction of the road. The slate was old and weathered, and a large crack was cracked from head to toe, and withered grass also drilled out of the crack.
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 is barely discernible as the word "city", while the word above has a lot of strokes and complicated shapes, and it just happened to be penetrated by the crack, and many small stones were peeled off. Wei Wuxian bent over to brush away the grass, but after reading it for a long time, he 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 immediately walked towards the few peasant girls who were throwing rice and feeding chickens with a smile on their faces.
Few of those women were old, and when they saw a strange 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. They first changed their expressions, hesitated for a while, and then started talking to him intermittently and pointing. 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, causing the few peasant girls to stretch their color, gradually relaxed, and smiled 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. Lifting his head again, Wei Wuxian actually took something out of his arms and gave it to the peasant 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. There are rabbits in the yard!"
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 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 weeds, leaving the stone tablet behind them. Wei WuXian continued, "These girls said that since ancient times, six or seven out of ten people who lived in that city were short-lived, either short-lived or dead. The local specialty coffin paper money and other funeral objects, whether it is a coffin or a paper maker, are exquisite in craftsmanship, so it is called this name."
In addition to dead grass and rocks, there are also ravines that are difficult to detect on the road. Lan Wangji kept his eyes on Wei Wuxian's feet, Wei Wuxian said as he walked, "They said that people here seldom 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 inquired about Xingluling and kept it with him. Wei WuXian said, "You have to give some thanks for asking people about things. I was going to give money, but people were too frightened 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, so I gave it away. 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 am not as good as before, I carry a bunch of flowers and hairpins around me all day. Girl. There's 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 weeds gradually dwindled, and the road was 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 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 Uicheng is surrounded by high mountains and cliffs on all sides. 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 generally remote and cannot be managed by the Xianmen family. Of course, I don't want to worry about it, it's very troublesome. It is more troublesome 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.
Leaving one's hometown is the best way to liberate a city dweller, but if people in a place have been rooted in remote places for generations, it is difficult to make up their minds to leave their hometown. Even if six or seven people in his hometown are short-lived, maybe he is the other three or four, and it seems that he can bear it for a while.
The two walked to the city gate and exchanged glances.
"Squeak-", the overwhelmed bearing, carrying two misaligned city gates, slowly opened.
As far as I 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 barely see a long straight street ahead, and there was no one on the street. On either side are erected houses.
The two naturally approached each other a few steps and entered the city 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 cock crowing and dogs barking, which was extremely eerie.
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, I could barely see ten steps away, but then I couldn't recognize the outline of five steps away, and then I could barely reach my fingers. The more Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi walked, the closer they got to each other, shoulder to shoulder, could barely see each other's faces. Wei WuXian had a thought in his heart: "If someone takes advantage of this fog and sneaks in between us, two people become three people, I don't know if they will 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 go far alone, leaning down to squint 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. It's definitely not a real person's head so light. 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 human head is vividly done, the makeup is exaggerated, but the facial features are more delicate. Uicheng's special product is the funeral yin worship object, and the craftsmanship of the paper tie 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 suffer in hell for their ancestors. Of course, these are just for the living to seek comfort for themselves. This paper human head should be a "Yin Li Shi".
"Yin Li Shi", as the name suggests, is a thug, who said that after he goes down, he can protect his ancestors from being bullied by other evil ghosts and tricky judges, and the paper money burned to him by his younger generation will not be taken away by the kid. This paper human head 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 figure's head was black, wispy and shiny, and Wei Wuxian reached out and touched it, sticking tightly to his scalp, as if it really was the hair that grew out of it. He pondered: "The craftsmanship is really good. Could it be that you took the hair of a real person and glued it on?"
Suddenly, a thin black shadow ran past him quickly.
This shadow came very strangely, 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 stood up and said, "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. I 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, very slow, but also many and mixed. It seems that many people are walking cautiously towards this side, but they don't say a word. Wei WuXian flipped his hand and pulled out a burning Yin 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 that someone was throwing something here, and immediately counterattacked, suddenly attacking!
Several sword lights of different colors attacked the face with murderous intent, Bichen calmly unsheathed, swam in front of Wei Wuxian, and repelled all the sword lights. Over there for a while, people turned their backs, and they were in a hurry. Hearing the shouting, Lan Wangji immediately retreated to avoid the dust, while Wei WuXian said, "Jin Ling? SiZhui!"
Sure enough, he heard it right, 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're 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 had been silenced again, for fear that he would catch him and deal with it by mistake. Lan Jingyi also shouted, "It must be here! It was Bichen just now, right? It was Bichen, right?!"
Wei WuXian said, "Well, here you go, I'm right by my side now. 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 are seven or eight teenagers in other clan costumes. The hesitation has not faded away. Wei WuXian said, "Why are you all here? You are so ruthless as soon as you shoot. Fortunately, I have Hanguang-Jun on my side, 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 said, "Don't worry about it. How did you guys get together? Don't tell me that you guys made an appointment to go out for night hunting." Jin Ling is the one who doesn't like anyone and wants to fight with everyone. , I had a little friction with the juniors of the Lan family before, how could it be possible to accompany the night hunt together. Lan Sizhui answered any questions he had, and explained, "That's a long story, 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!"