At the same time, the pain in Phoenix's head stopped instantly, and the group of people stopped heading towards the west, and stood there quietly, motionless.
Seeing this, Yang Yanjing knew that all of this was caused by her ginkgo. Yang Yanjing saw that Ginkgo had lost the ability to escape at this time, so she asked Fenghuang in the previous direction.
"Are you feeling better?" Seeing Fenghuang's face gradually turning rosy, Yang Yanjing's heart settled down. Phoenix nodded in response.
Then he looked at Ginkgo, and asked Yang Yanjing, "What's the matter with her? Why am I okay again?"
Yang Yanjing squeezed Fenghuang's hand, and said: "To make a long story short, everything is caused by Ginkgo." After speaking, he asked Ginkgo, "Why did you do all this?"
Ginkgo looked at Yang Tingjing and then at Fenghuang, with tears in her eyes, she asked back: "What do I want to do, I just want to go home, could it be that I am wrong?"
"Go home?" Fenghuang was stunned for a moment, this ghost market is really her home, "It's impossible, if you go home, no one will stop you."
"You don't understand, the ghost market is my home. The ghost market hasn't appeared in thirty years. How can I go back?" Ginkgo sarcastically said: "You are not me, how do you know, I have been in Fengfu all the time and I have never wanted Go back, that's the only way I can go back."
"Didn't you say that a lot of people were killed in the west of the city, ghosts haunted the ghost market, and the grievances were too heavy. Since the ghost market has always existed, why can't you go back? It's just that it's been thirty years, and you seem to be Why do you still look like a teenager?" Fenghuang asked indifferently, this ginkgo was still a little weird, Fenghuang had to calm down and concentrate on asking carefully. Since it's not a ghost, I have nothing to be afraid of, but although Fenghuang thought so, he held Yang Yanjing's hand even tighter.
Yang Yanjing stood beside Fenghuang and didn't say anything. He knew that Fenghuang's curiosity was much stronger than his. Since what Fenghuang wanted to ask was the same as what he wanted to ask, he just had to stand by Fenghuang's side. .
Ginkgo seemed to be suddenly discouraged, and her whole body was lost, and her voice was even more sad: "I haven't been home for thirty years." Ginkgo looked up to the west, but her eyes were empty. After a pause, he continued to sigh: "Thirty years, it's too long, I'm already fifty years old."
fifty years old? Fenghuang's eyes widened, a little disbelieving, he glanced at Yang Yanjing beside him, the two exchanged glances, then Fenghuang looked at Gingko again, waiting for her to finish speaking.
"If you tell me, you will definitely not believe it. The people in our ghost city are different from you. We all have a very long lifespan. At my age, in our ghost city, I am still a child," Ginkgo said with a smile on his face. A trace of a smile, as if recalling the happy days of the past, there was still a moment of tenderness in the eyes, but it disappeared in a flash, and turned into sadness again, frowning, and said sadly:
"However, if I don't return to the ghost market, I will die soon. Only by going home can I continue to live."
As if obsessed with something, Ginkgo's eyes were dull, and the whole person exuded a strange aura.
For a while, Fenghuang and Yangyanjing didn't speak, they just looked at Ginkgo fixedly. Fenghuang admitted that what Ginkgo said was so moving that even a modern person in the 21st century almost believed her. It would be a pity that Ginkgo would not become an actress.
"I just want to go home!" Ginkgo suddenly yelled at Fenghuang and Yang Yanjing: "I just want to go home, did I do something wrong, why are you doing this, you all have a home, and so do I, go home Is there something wrong with the family?" Ginkgo became inexplicably agitated, and stared at the two of Fenghuang with wide eyes.
Yang Yanjing put Fenghuang behind him calmly. There is something wrong with this ginkgo. Just now she used a bell, but she could control so many people and make Fenghuang such a headache. It is really not easy, he had to be careful. Fenghuang looked at Yang Yanjing standing in front of her with a protective posture, a warm current flowed through her heart, a little bit of sweet feeling, she also squeezed Yang Yanjing's hand back, and pointed at Yang Yanjing Jing smiled slightly.
Fenghuang looked in front of him, this Ginkgo who seemed to be very emotional, ignored her roar just now, but asked calmly: "What's the matter with those people, why do you want to control them?"
When Ginkgo heard Fenghuang asking this, she suddenly withdrew her expression, her whole body turned cold, her lips parted slightly as if to say something, just when Fenghuang was concentrating on listening carefully, Ginkgo suddenly turned around and ran away. Fenghuang and Yangyanjing Yangyanjing, seeing people running away, Fenghuang was about to chase, but suddenly a gust of evil wind blew from nowhere, the fascinated Fenghuang and Yangyanjing couldn't open their eyes at all, when the wind stopped , Ginkgo didn't know where to go.
Everyone has disappeared, and Fenghuang and Yang Yanjing have no plans to continue chasing them. Even so, Fenghuang still felt a little uncomfortable. Yang Yanjing looked at the displeased Fenghuang, rubbed her head, and said a little funny: "Don't be annoyed, let's go back."
"Who's annoyed? I'm just a little depressed. I just ran away for her." Fenghuang seemed to avoid Yang Yanjing's hand, but she still didn't avoid being rubbed by Yang Yanjing. I'm annoyed.
Knowing that her little daughter-in-law was being arrogant again, Yang Yanjing could only smile helplessly, her eyes full of doting. Yang Yanjing took Fenghuang's hand and led her towards the palace.
"Actually, I don't believe what Ginkgo said at all. She just said so much, but I always feel that she just wants to lead us here." Walking on the road, Fenghuang slowly analyzed, and there was a feeling in her heart. A feeling of uneasiness, always feeling that something is going to happen, but can't tell the specifics.
Yang Yanjing nodded slightly, agreeing with Fenghuang's point of view, there is no theory of ghosts and gods in this world, it's just a lie, but what is the purpose of Ginkgo doing this.
Fenghuang suddenly stopped, as if thinking of something, looked at Yang Yanjing and said: "What is the purpose of Gingko? Is there something wrong here?"