It wasn't until he got closer that Wei Fuyuan was sure that this locust tree was bigger than he thought.
The body of the locust tree alone is enough for ten people to barely embrace it, and the branches are even more luxuriant, so dense that it is almost impervious to light.
Wei Fuyuan couldn't help but reached out and touched the leaves of the locust tree.
Soft and slender, with distinct veins, it is no different from the real leaf touch.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard for Young Master Wei to imagine that such a huge and living locust tree could grow in a city of the dead where everything is covered with paper in the underworld where the sun is not seen. .
"Don't be surprised, there are plants growing in Huangquan Difu."
There was no one around, so Beiquan no longer deliberately lowered his voice.
He smiled and explained to Wei Fuyuan:
"If you go further, you can still see a large number of other flowers on the bank of Santu River, which is very spectacular."
Wei Fuyuan forced a smile.
He said in his heart that the only people who can see the real Santuchuan flower sea are the dead people, except for Beiquan, who is capable of esoteric arts.
"Come here."
Beiquan took Wei Fuyuan and walked around the tree trunk for a small half circle.
Only then did Wei Fuyuan discover that there was a simple log cabin behind the locust tree.
The hut looks very old. There is no plaque on the outdated and deformed lintel. The red paint on the door panel is almost peeling off. It has to be hung on the door frame without falling off. It feels like the whole door can be pulled with a little effort. down.
The most important thing is that this hut, like the locust tree, is not made of paper, but is made of genuine wood, and the connection is still a mortise and tenon structure that is hard to see now!
"Sure enough, it's still here."
Beiquan smiled, raised his hand and knocked twice on the crumbling wooden door.
"Come in."
An old voice answered.
Beiquan stretched out his hand and pushed open the door, and led Wei Fuyuan into the hut.
The light in the room is very dim, so dark that you can barely see things, so as not to hit the wall with your head.
The wooden house is not big at all, and it is full of scattered shelves, stacked on top of each other. Each shelf is filled with boxes of various sizes. At first glance, it looks like a storage room that has not been cleaned up for a long time. room.
In the deepest part of the room, in the darkest place, there was a vaguely standing person.
Wei Fuyuan narrowed his eyes and tried to identify for a long time, but he still couldn't see the other person's appearance.
However, judging from the distance between the top of the person's head and the roof beam, that person is at least a head taller than himself.
You must know that Wei Fuyuan is already a big man with a height of 187 centimeters. He is a whole head taller than him, at least two meters tall!
Thinking of this, Young Master Wei frowned deeply.
But what he heard just now was clearly the voice of an old woman! - What kind of old lady can grow to a height of two meters!
Just when Wei Fuyuan couldn't help but wonder if he had heard it wrong, the man in the room spoke again.
"Beiquan, I'll even say you will come today."
It sounded like sandpaper, dry, hoarse and tired.
It was indeed the voice of an old woman.
Beiquan smiled slightly, "Grandma, I'm sorry to disturb your old man..."
"Come on, don't be polite."
The other party interrupted Beiquan's chat, "You are a dead person, don't stay in the underworld for too long, be careful not to get out."
The backlit figure seemed to be waving to chase away guests.
"Who are you looking for, tell me quickly."
The other party said it so straightforwardly, and Beiquan was no longer polite to "He".
Beiquan took out a piece of yellow paper from his pocket, with a string of birthday characters written on it.
Then he took out another brocade box, "This is a thank you gift."
After he finished speaking, he left the brocade box together with the yellow paper on a low table by the door, said "farewell", and led Wei Fuyuan out of the hut.
"what?"
Wei Fuyuan looked surprised when Beiquan closed the door, "Is this the end?"
Beiquan smiled and replied:
"Don't worry, just wait."
Sure enough, a moment later, the window opened with a slit the size of a palm, and a "hand" stuck out from the slit with a piece of paper between his fingers.
Wei Fuyuan took a deep breath.
He saw a black-skinned "hand" that was thin and shriveled to the bone.
If that hand was just too thin, and if he asked himself that he had experienced a lot of things, how could the well-informed Young Master Wei not be so shocked.
What made him horrified was that the five fingers of that hand had one more knuckle than a normal person's hand, and with the long and curved nails, the visual effect was at least doubled, as if it only appeared in science fiction. The claws of the alien creatures in the film.
"The person you're looking for is here."
The hand put down the note and shrank back.
Before closing the window, the second half of the old woman's sentence floated out, "You are lucky, the 'it' person is still in the city."
Beiquan thanked him politely, took the note left by the dry hand, opened it and glanced at it.
"Indeed, we were lucky."
Beiquan smiled and folded the note, put it in his pocket, and lowered his head to confirm the time.
"'It' lives not far from us, just in time for a round trip."
Wei Fuyuan had a lot of questions that he wanted to say, but when Beiquan mentioned "time", he immediately remembered the "one hour" deadline that Jiang Nan'an had told them before departure.
He didn't have anything to use for timing, and he couldn't correctly sense the passage of time in such a dark underworld, so Wei Fuyuan didn't know how much time was left, and he was inevitably anxious.
He didn't bother to ask Beiquan about the strange things he had seen before, and he just urged: "Let's go!"
Beiquan grabbed his little boyfriend's hand again and shook it soothingly, "Don't worry, it's too late."
Then he exhorted again:
"Just, after leaving the range of this locust tree, remember not to speak."
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Beiquan led Wei Fuyuan through the street again according to the address he just got from the "grandmother", and soon came to another area of Zhicheng.
Wei Fuyuan only commented that the city was chaotic like a Kowloon Walled City not long ago, but when he saw the building that appeared in front of him at the moment, he realized that his previous complaints were too early.
It was a tall paper building that was twisted beyond description.
Perhaps it is more accurate to say that it is made up of many broken paper bundles and pasted together, which can barely be regarded as a "building".
Because of the different sizes and sizes of the paper bundles splicing it, it hardly has the same length, width and height of the two adjacent walls. But it has to be superimposed layer by layer, making the whole building look like a deformed tower, twisted and twisted, as if it will collapse at any time.
Such a strange "building" stands abruptly in the surrounding large low-rise two- or three-story buildings.
Beiquan stopped in front of the building and signaled their arrival.
Wei Fuyuan thought to himself, the "grandmother" who only heard her voice and didn't see her person, Bacheng is an intelligence dealer in the underworld, otherwise how could they find a lonely ghost in a huge ghost town? Correctly point out where it lives
Thinking of this, Wei Fuyuan grabbed Beiquan's hand, drew a question mark on the other's palm, and pointed in the direction of the house, meaning "How do we get in?"
Beiquan gave him a "follow me" mouth shape.
Then he firmly held Wei Fuyuan's hand and jumped.
Wei Fuyuan: "!!!"
He saw that he was "pulled" up by Beiquan's whole body. Like an astronaut in a science fiction movie, he escaped the gravity of the earth and jumped to a height of two floors.
Then the two of them landed lightly on a balcony that was torn in half, and with a little help, jumped up again and landed on the windowsill of a family two stories higher.
After doing this several times, Wei Fuyuan found that they had reached a height of more than 20 floors and were standing in front of a slanted paper window.
Beiquan reached out and pushed the window.
With a "thorn" sound, the golden paper-paste "glass" split in half.
Beiquan took Wei Fuyuan to get in through the breach.
This house is narrow and dark, and it is only about ten square meters by visual inspection. The floor is slanted to the left and the ceiling is down. The whole room has an inexplicable sense of postmodern deconstruction space design.
There is very little furniture in the room, only a 1960s-style paper bed, a worn desk, a lame chair, and a closet with a missing door.
A man is sitting at his desk, not knowing what he is studying.
He was startled by the sound of the window "glass" being torn, and was startled. He stood up abruptly and turned over the lame chair, but the movement of the paper product to the ground was not big, only a sound that was barely audible. ,"Snapped".
The man stared at the two intruders in shock, as if he was about to speak, but Beiquan shot a spell without saying a word and overturned him on the paper bed.
"Stop him, don't let him yell."
Beiquan whispered in Wei Fuyuan's ear.
Wei Fuyuan immediately followed suit.
Like a competent thug, he jumped to the man in two steps, used a grappling technique, pinched the man from behind, and pressed one elbow on the opponent's Adam's apple in a "V" shape, so that the man could only stretch his neck desperately. , Don't say shouting, you can't even hum at all.
While Wei Fuyuan was abusing ghosts, Beiquan took out the Vientiane Pen and quickly drew a nesting spell.
This is also one of his own little tricks, which can simultaneously achieve the dual effect of isolating all sounds and breaths in a certain range of space.
After the spell was completed, Beiquan slapped it against the wall.
Immediately, the incantation spread like ripples, spreading along the sloping walls, floors and ceilings until it "engulfed" the entire room.
"Okay, you can let him go."
Beiquan spoke to Wei Fuyuan in a normal voice.
Wei Fuyuan let go.
The man covered his throat, slumped on the paper bed, and stared at the two with frightened and bewildered eyes.
"I wish Hongcao."
Beiquan called out the other party's name.