"Fellow Taoist, you still don't know that there are some good treasures in this abandoned street." Looking at Ling Chen standing there thinking, the monk who had just blackmailed Ling Chen for a sum of spiritual stones looked at Ling Chen with a dry smile.
, whispered.
"How do you say this?" Ling Chen turned his head and looked at the vendor, frowning.
"Fellow Taoist, don't you know? The old men living here are the direct descendants of the former city lord who was killed by all the major forces in the City of Dawn. Hehe! These people have treasures in their bodies. They are basically about to die.
Bingjie’s old antiques and life-long treasures are placed on the street stall deep in this abandoned street. It depends on whether we are destined to be together. Otherwise, why did I put the stall so close?” The hawker laughed strangely twice, and in
Ling Chen explained in his ear.
"Then why didn't you find the treasure?" Ling Chen's dark pupils flashed with cold light, looking straight at this vendor who was only in the middle stage of gathering souls.
"Fellow Taoist, don't look at me like that. As I said before, whether you can get those antique treasures depends on our fate. When I first started, I went in once a day, and they all rejected me.
, but I still believe that they are those old antiques whose end is approaching.”
"How do you say that?" Ling Chen turned around and looked around at the monks walking around the street. There was a rotten smell at the end of the street, so not many monks were willing to go deep inside.
The hawker followed Ling Chen's lead and looked around, and then spoke to Ling Chen's spiritual consciousness;
"The eyes... Because of the eyes hidden in the groceries, every time I go in, I feel like I am being stared at by a pack of hungry wolves."
"Really? According to what you said, there should be a lot of people visiting this abandoned alley, instead of being so deserted now." Ling Chen grasped the key point, sent a message with his spiritual consciousness, and asked the vendor again.
"Fellow Taoist, you don't know something. Ever since a monk found a good treasure deep in the street, this street was indeed crowded with people at first, and the already crowded street became even more overcrowded. But as time goes by, when you step into
There are fewer and fewer monks on this street, because since the first person who found a secret treasure, no one has found a good treasure in it again. Over time, people have forgotten this street." The vendor said the reason
Come.
Hearing this, Ling Chen became even more confused;
"Then since you can't find the treasure, why did you tell me this?"
"Fellow Taoist, to be honest, I personally feel that there are real treasures in this small street. It depends on your chance to find them." The hawker has always believed that there are many secret treasures deep in this small street, and he still wants to continue to persuade them.
Ling Chen.
"Okay, I know this well, don't say any more." After saying that, Ling Chen walked directly to the stall on the other side of the street, silently waiting for Chen Zhi and the others to arrive.
…………………………
After a long time, a cyan figure appeared in the corner of Ling Chen's eyes. Because Ling Chen had his back to the dark entrance embedded at the end of the street, Chen Zhi, who had just stepped out of the cloth strip, glanced around and saw that there was no sign of anything.
After noticing any abnormalities, Chen Zhi and the vendor who had just communicated with Ling Chen looked at each other. Finally, he nodded with confidence and walked towards the outskirts of the street...
Ling Chen did not notice the scene where the vendor and Chen Zhi looked at each other. When Chen Zhi passed by Ling Chen, he lowered his head. Chen Zhi did not notice anything strange and disappeared outside the street.
Watching Chen Zhi disappearing into the street, Ling Chen turned around and frowned, where was the young monk? Didn't he enter this dark street together with Chen Zhi? How could Chen Zhi be the only one?
Coming out?
Could it be said??
Ling Chen looked hesitantly at the dark entrance at the end, and finally looked back around. When no one noticed, he quickly walked towards the dark entrance of the small street.
Bypassing the gray cloth strip above his head that blocked the sun, Ling Chen went straight into this dark alley and continued moving forward.
"Uh! What's going on?" As soon as he entered the alley, Ling Chen looked at the dark scene and found that his sight could not see through the darkness in the alley. According to common sense, the monk's tempered body should not be able to see clearly.
Bound by the night, why is this happening?
Unless there is a prohibition in this alley that suppresses spiritual consciousness and cultivation, how can I explain that my vision cannot penetrate the darkness deep in the alley?
Walking in the silent alley, Ling Chen resisted the inconvenience caused by the restricted vision and looked at the dark alley carefully. Fortunately, he could barely see the general situation in the alley... This couldn't help but make him feel
He breathed a sigh of relief.
He looked around with his dark pupils, vaguely seeing the scenery in the alley. The first impression he gave was that it was chaotic! It was very messy...
In the alley, there are not so much small stalls as there are a lot of debris and garbage on both sides of the alley. The messy debris not only fills Ling Chen's field of vision, but also the rotten smell is from the garbage on both sides of the alley.
The richness erupted from the pile of things. As long as a normal person stepped into this alley, his first reaction would be to leave here immediately.
Ling Chen was speechless, let alone turned around and stepped out of the alley, because he desperately wanted to know where the young man who followed Chen Zhi into the alley had gone?
The dark pupils scanned the surroundings silently. Among the piles of debris on both sides of the alley, there were vaguely skinny old men, who seemed to be the stall owners. But now they were all squatting silently in the dark corner, facing Ling Chen's sudden appearance.
When he broke in, they were indifferent. No one greeted him or chased him away. The whole alley seemed extremely weird in Ling Chen's eyes.
Stepping on the unknown liquid on the dark floor, Ling Chen walked while looking at the stall owners behind the stalls (chopped by piles of debris) on both sides of the street, and found that most of the stall owners were indeed old people.
"The late stage of the Soul Gathering Period! If there is no hope of life, is it really that the end is approaching??" Looking at the scattered old men hiding behind the pile of rancid goods, Ling Chen couldn't help but guess.
"Creak"
Suddenly, the foot of Ling Chen who was walking forward was suddenly fettered. Ling Chen, who woke up, noticed that his right foot seemed to be caught by something. Struggling hard, Ling Chen's face became redder and redder, and he noticed that his right foot was caught by something.
Vision.
"magnetic"
Ling Chen turned around. He did not dare to use his consciousness and spiritual power in the city. But at this moment, he obviously encountered a problem that could not be solved without using spiritual power.
Standing on the same spot, the pain in Ling Chen's feet became more and more severe, and the situation seemed to be getting more and more dangerous. After thinking quickly on the spot for a while, Ling Chen stepped out with his left foot, forging a strong body, and kicked
He stepped hard on the unknown thing grabbing his right foot.
"Bang"
In the quiet alley, there was a crisp sound, which was like the sound of broken bones. Suddenly, the restraint on Ling Chen's right foot disappeared.
"Chichi"
In the dark street, a lighting stone with white light appeared in Ling Chen's hand. As soon as the soft white light emitted, it illuminated the scene around Ling Chen. With the bright light, Ling Chen saw his right foot.
There was a broken skeletal hand next to him. After looking at his right toe that had been tightly grasped before and seeing that it was intact, Ling Chen let out a big breath.
What kind of place is this place? Is it really a stall? Ling Chen held up a soft white light and illuminated a few skinny old men hiding in the pile of debris. He saw that most of them were slovenly, smelly, and their eyes were full of odor.
Wushen raised their hands to avoid the strong and dazzling light of the lighting stone.
Ling Chen was now considering whether to go out. This alley was not big, only a few hundred meters long, and you could see the end at a glance. Ling Chen didn't find the young monk he was looking for, so he couldn't help but want to quit.
"Young man! Let me answer you. I can tell you some of the answers you want to know." An old voice suddenly came from behind Ling Chen, and Ling Chen was startled without warning.
"Who is it?" Ling Chen turned around and looked into the depths of the street in surprise.
At the end of this bright alley illuminated by white light, I saw a trembling old man walking out of the debris pile on the left with a wooden stick. The old man was really old. From the outside, he looked just like
It was like there was only a skeleton of ribs left.
"Who are you?" Ling Chen held up the lighting stone and looked at the old man who suddenly appeared with sharp eyes.
"Do you want to hear the story of the City of Dawn?" The old man ignored the surprise on his face and his guessing eyes. He walked to the pile of debris in front of Ling Chen, his old body was shaking, and he sat down very stooped.
"City of Dawn? Isn't this the City of Dawn?" Ling Chen's dark pupils were still flashing doubts as he looked at the old man on the pile of groceries.
The skinny old man suddenly laughed when he heard Ling Chen's doubtful words; "Young man, this is your first time coming to the City of Dawn. If you can survive this hurdle, I will tell you a very interesting story."
The old man had just finished speaking when Ling Chen suddenly noticed a dozen pairs of blurred eyes suddenly appearing on both sides of the dark alley (among the piles of debris).
"If our story is not told again, I am sure that this city of dawn will be devastated." The old man looked at the dozen pairs of eyes in the darkness of the alley and said calmly.
"Then let this city be buried with us. What's the use of saying it? I have suffered enough for hundreds of years. We have suffered enough sins." A deep voice said,
Came from the depths of the dark alley.
Ling Chen looked around and found that he was an old man hiding deep in the pile of debris, with all his eyes leaking.
"No! We can't do that. I chose to tell him this matter. How can the inherited memory be lost in our generation? A new inheritor must be found." The old man with the wooden staff shook his head, no
I agree with the shadowy voice hidden in the pile of debris.
Ling Chen held up the lighting stone and looked at the old man in front of him with a calm expression. He wondered what they were talking about.
However, a familiar smell in the air came into his breath again. Following the source of this delicious smell, Ling Chen turned his head and looked suddenly at a young face in a dark corner on the stone slab.
Suddenly appeared on the stone slab.
Scarlet footprints followed his body, forming a trail of blood on the ground step by step. The soles of his feet were covered with the blood of the young monk from the moment he stepped into the alley. It was not until this moment that he discovered...