The sound of pushing the door was like a pebble falling into the water, breaking the tranquility of the embers.
He looked up at the sneaky and pretty figure and said helplessly, "Remember to close the door."
"oh"
It was Zhang Wanyu who walked in. She had just taken a shower at this moment, her face was slightly rosy, she was holding a red candle in her hand and placed it among a pile of wax mud on the table. Then she skillfully moved the chair to the bed and moved it from her arms.
He took out a half-eaten piece of steamed bun.
"The story you told that day was too false. Xu Xian actually risked everything to save a snake fairy, not even caring about his own life. There is absolutely no way there is such a vicious person in this world."
Zhang Wanyu was slightly excited, she clenched her little hands into fists and said angrily.
Originally, Yi Yan thought that she was not interested in this kind of love story, but she didn't expect that after two days, she seemed to have discovered the mystery inside. Perhaps for some other reason, she always liked to run to her room and beg for help.
She tells stories.
"Why not?" Yu Yan leaned on the bedside, took out the steamed bun and chewed it in his mouth. After his body reversed, his appetite also increased significantly, and he felt particularly comfortable at the moment.
"If someone really likes you, he will definitely help you at all costs. You just haven't met him yet."
"Then... at least there is no such phenomenon in Zhenyang City." Zhang Wanyu was unconvinced and said hard, but her floating eyes could not hide her wild imagination.
"How about I tell you another one?" Yi Yan chuckled and said jokingly.
"Okay!" Zhang Wanyu nodded without hesitation. She came here just to let Yu Yan tell her another story. This story had already been told to Aunt Bai. Even Aunt Bai felt a little nostalgic and deliberately asked her to ask about it again.
.
....
"Woooooo~, why did both of them die in the end and turn into butterflies?"
An hour later, Zhang Wanyu ran out of the room with tears in her eyes, repeating the story that had just happened.
Yi Yan watched him leave, feeling a sense of joy in his heart after a good thing was accomplished.
This little girl is so easy to deceive, any story can make her cry.
"I'll lie again"
He groped his chin, and this became the only fun thing he had done in the past few days.
As the night fell, the embers blew out the candles and went out for a walk.
People here don't distinguish between night and day. As long as they are tired and sleepy, they go to bed and exercise endlessly when they wake up.
According to Wang Kun:
The power of Kong Shu also requires the ability to accept it before it can be used.
The first level is fine, but when it reaches the third level or above, Kong Shu is like a demon with no clues. It wants to cause endless pain to human beings, so without a strong willpower, it cannot use its power at all.
"Wow~"
Just as he stepped out of the yard, he suddenly heard an extremely subtle cry of a baby.
The sound was continuous and continuous, and it seemed that it was not coming from the outside, but from within Yi Yan's mind.
The scene of countless fierce ghosts screaming and howling suddenly appeared in his mind, and for a while, a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on Yu Ember's forehead.
What on earth is this?
"Wow~wow~"
The baby's cry reappeared, and the ground was already a little ice cold at this moment.
Originally, he was still a little happy in his heart, but the moment the cry started to sound, that feeling disappeared.
Wang Hu also opened the door at this moment and looked at the embers outside, also full of doubts in his heart.
"Are you here?"
Wang Kun's face looked a little bad at the moment, and his hair was messy, as if he had just woken up.
After he saw the two of them, he relaxed slightly.
"Don't worry, these are the babies from the Dead Infant Village and will not come near Zhenyang City."
"Dead Infant Village? Where is that place?" Wang Hu was a little confused, he raised his head and asked.
"It used to be called Zoujiacun. There were still people living there ten years ago. However, in the past few years, many strange animals seemed to have appeared there. We went on several missions and the survival rate was less than 10%."
Then Wang Kun said with a smile, "Don't be too afraid. No one will survive when encountering something weird. It's better to practice here with peace of mind, and you can live one more day."
Although Wang Kun said this, both of them felt a chill behind them.
In the face of weirdness, no ghost hunter can survive.
Even a top ghost hunter at the seventh level of Kong Shun's power would find it very difficult to survive.
Zhang Wanyu mentioned that there were at least four strange creatures in the village where they lived.
Wang Xiaoli, Aunt Zhang, Lao Yangtou, Grandma Li.
It seems that the one hundred and sixty-eight people on that mission were created by Old Yangtou and Aunt Zhang.
"Since you are all right, I will leave. Remember not to run into the forest." Wang Kun said hello and left.
"Brother Jin, if nothing happens, I'll go in first." Wang Hu held on tightly as always. He was very enthusiastic about cultivation and hurried back to the room without saying much.
Back in the room, Yi Yan silently recited the Qing Jing Sutra countless times in his mind. After running it for ten weeks, the effect became worse the further it went. He had hardly slept in the past few days. Although he was not very sleepy, he still decided to take a good rest.
Get some sleep.
The main reason is that the cry of the ghost baby is too weird and disturbing.
.......
After an unknown amount of time, Yi Yan opened his eyes and found himself in another world.
Is it a dream world again?
Yi Yan frowned and looked around, just like he was unconscious the last time.
Under the blood-red clouds, there are many tombstones piled up in various directions.
They all have their names written on them.
The wind and sand surged and floated from time to time, forming the shapes of children and surrounding him playfully.
After Ember walked for a long time, he saw many corpses in the cracks in the earth.
Some corpses have not yet completely decomposed, and some corpses have almost broken bones.
The corpses are eerily similar
It's not as if many people died.
But a person died here countless times.
Two rows of dead trees are arranged neatly.
At the end of the tomb stood an old man with white hair.
He was wearing a purple Taoist robe, his white hair fell casually around his shoulders, and his temples were slightly white, like a Taoist immortal who had escaped from the world.
At this moment, the old man is holding a writing brush, and there is a brand-new piece of paper on the table in front of him.
There is a crooked Tai Chi pattern drawn on it.
"you are?"
Yi Yan took a deep breath. He didn't know who this old man was, but it just gave him an extremely ethereal feeling.
It was as if the old man and he were not living in the same space, but an illusion projected over them.
"Coming?"
The old man replied without raising his head, still tore off the paper with relish, then jumped on the table, grabbed a lot of fingers from his mouth with his dirt-covered hands, threw one in his mouth and chewed it carefully.
The wind and sand blew by again, but no naughty figures wandered around the embers.
The rapidly moving clouds also stagnated in the sky, as if frozen.
After a while, the old man spit out the finger bones, skillfully pinned his hair with the finger bones, stroked his goat-like beard, revealed a pair of withered yellow teeth, and said with a smile.
"Do you think human flesh is delicious?"
Yi Yan frowned slightly, and the mysterious image of this old man in his mind instantly collapsed.
He originally thought that the old man was someone he had never met before.
"Forget it, forget it, I, Yang Daoyi, have never seen such a fool-like person, get out of here, get out of here!"
The old man named Yang Daoyi waved his hand impatiently, and an extremely strong fishy smell enveloped him, causing his eyes to turn upside down.
When he opened his eyes again, it was already dark.