The past is endlessly talked about, but Huang Liang's dreams leave no trace.
Zhou Yeqing was supported by Yao'e and followed Gou San and others. Wanxiang was the madam's personal maid, so she was naturally familiar with the mansion, so everyone followed her.
The city is very big and not popular at all. There are weeds half as tall as a person everywhere. The fallen leaves on the corridor are thick gray, rotten and black. Occasionally, there are one or two crows. A group of people wandering around the mansion, it seems that they have entered the city.
Feeling that half of his body was numb from the cold, Zhou Yeqing took off Yao'e's hand and twisted it.
Yao'e's face froze and she said nothing. Zhou Yeqing looked at Yao'e standing there, puzzled for a moment.
"What's wrong? Let's go quickly."
Gou San and others also noticed it and turned around to urge him. As he spoke, he came up and grabbed Zhou Yeqing, telling him to follow him quickly.
With just such a touch, Gou San's hand touched Zhou Yeqing's exposed arm, and a chill instantly came over him, making people shiver uncontrollably.
"Are you cold too?!"
Zhou Yeqing suddenly shook off Gou San's hand, rubbed his arms, and looked at the people suspiciously.
The people behind Gou San didn't speak. Only Gou San smiled awkwardly. "Brother Qingye, hurry up and we'll be there." He said and stretched out his hand to pull.
It was just for a moment! Zhou Yeqing subconsciously stepped aside, jumped to the side nimbly, dodged Gou San's hand, and asked in doubt: "Where are you going?"
After being asked this question, the smile on Gou San's face disappeared, replaced by an indifferent face, as stiff as a dead person.
Zhou Yeqing looked at the few people and felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He never thought that not only was this courtyard fake, but also the people around him had problems. If he hadn't been awakened by the coldness, he would have followed them to doom.
"Who are you? Where are Yao'e and the others?!"
As soon as the words came out, the few people seemed to teleport, moving from one position to another in the blink of an eye, entering the shadows, and finally turned into a painting on the wall of the courtyard.
"How is that possible! They are all ghosts! They are all ghosts!"
Zhou Yeqing was shocked and horrified, and was extremely panicked. He couldn't care about anything anymore. He pinched his hands with a strong force. There was nothing fancy about it. He looked in a direction and actually opened a way. He didn't realize it until he actually came out.
, there is no city, it is clearly a mausoleum! In the vegetation not far away, there are a few paper carriages and horses...
The young man was covered in dirt and stood in front of the tomb, terrified beyond words.
The old man stumbled into the pharmacy smelling of alcohol.
"Is anyone there?"
His tongue was tied and he couldn't speak clearly. He leaned against the counter and looked inside.
Not long after, a stooped old man came out of the inner hall, holding a female doll in his hand.
"What do guests want to buy~"
The old man casually placed the wine gourd on the counter, looked at it for a few times, and said, "I want to buy a living soul. Do you have one?"
The rickety old man lowered his head and did not answer immediately. He just let go of the doll and let her play with it, and then replied: "The guest is joking. This old man is just a pharmacy. It can only treat minor illnesses and pains. Where can I go?"
What kind of living soul is there?"
The old man smiled, walked in swaggeringly, kicked off the stool, sat directly on the table, and looked around meaningfully.
"I've been staying in there for hundreds of years, why? I want to return to the sun."
The old man stood at the counter, his kind face just now suddenly turned cold.
The old man saw the change in his eyes and didn't take it seriously, but suddenly he shouted to his shoulder without warning.
"Get off!"
On the old man's shoulder, a small black hand timidly retracted, without causing any wrinkles on the clothes, as if it didn't exist.
Seeing this, the old man behind the counter came to the table, pulled up the kicked down stool, and walked into the inner hall. The old man sat on the table and murmured to himself.
"The flowers in my home are as bright as the sky, and the butterflies come to me without the wind. The whole family is offended for no reason. It's been a hundred years since I looked back."
The old man chanted a minor tune, like a drunken mantra, and the wine gourd on the counter began to heat and shine like a fire. A strong wind blew from it and spread into the pharmacy.
A burst of smoke and dust suddenly rose in the room, revealing the true appearance underneath.
I saw hundreds of coffins densely packed inside, one coffin connected to the other. The lid of each coffin was half open. The cold white moonlight shone in and fell on the faces of the people in the coffins. They were old and young, male and female.
They all exist, with their eyes open and no breath, and there is a circle of thread around their necks, indicating that they have been decapitated and reassembled.
After a while, the old man came out, holding a cold oil lamp. The light flickered, fearing that if the old man walked faster, it would go out.
The old man came out and put the oil lamp on the counter. Without saying a word, he turned his back again.
"Why are you doing this? There is no need to keep going back to where you were before." The old man got off the table, glanced at the old man with his back turned, and said to himself.
Then he pinched his fingers, pinched them with his fingers, pinched away the cold flame of the oil lamp, and put it into the gourd. After he was done, the old man didn't stop, turned around and left, leaving only a lamp blowing green smoke.
The lamp, and the bones behind the counter.
The alley was very dark and crowded with people. The old man staggered in as if he had not seen him before. Everyone stared at the old man and watched him leave.
It was very dark inside the alley. A gust of wind blew over, lifting the fallen leaves and swaying them. There was no one there.
Zhou Yeqing ran out of the "city mansion" and couldn't see the way out, so he just ran straight forward. After breaking through the illusion, Zhou Yeqing could see the true appearance of this place.
The surrounding Yin Qi persists and permeates the sky. There is nothing but loess under our feet. The road ahead is obscured and cannot be seen, and the darkness behind us makes it impossible to turn back.
He seems to be on the road to hell.
This sudden change was beyond the scope of Zhou Yeqing's understanding. He didn't understand why he had arrived at this place in the blink of an eye. Everything seemed like a dream, sudden and strange.
Just when Zhou Yeqing stayed there and was at a loss, a voice came from behind, calling him.
"You bastard! Don't leave. If you go any further, you won't be able to come back!"
Zhou Yeqing was also startled and looked around. He seemed to hear the old man's voice, but after searching he couldn't see anyone.
"Follow this red line, hurry up!"
The old man's words rang out again, and sure enough, a red rope was tied around his wrist.
Zhou Yeqing followed the red rope around his wrist and slowly touched forward. The gray yin energy rushed towards his face. He subconsciously closed his eyes and hid. When he opened it again, he was already on the streets of Wanjincheng.
Just when Zhou Yeqing was pleasantly surprised that he had returned to Wanjin City, someone suddenly tapped him on his shoulder, making him jump like a rabbit in fright.
"ah!!!!"
"Eh?! Old man, why is it you!"
Seeing clearly the person tapping the shoulder from behind, Zhou Yeqing cried out in surprise.
Who else could it be? It could be the old man from the Song Sect who was destined to be Zhou Yeqing.
"Old man, what are you doing here?" Zhou Yeqing hurriedly came forward and said with a smile. The old man also looked at the young man in front of him, very pleased and relieved.
"Why am I here? I'm here to settle a score with you, a bastard!"
Zhou Yeqing shrank his neck, looked at the old man with squinting eyes, and muttered in his heart: "Is this old man okay? He was fine just now, why did he change his face after just one word?"
The old man pulled Zhou Yeqing forward, looked between his brows, and his face sank.
"Silly boy, you are almost out of your mind and you don't even know it!"
"It's such a silly pleasure to be captured by someone and use it as a light for a corpse-supporting lamp."
Zhou Yeqing was confused and didn't know what the old man meant. As he took off the gourd, the old man continued to curse: "How dare you take the medicine you got for free! I don't know what you should order."
Hearing what the old man said, Zhou Yeqing finally recalled what happened at Zhangjia Pharmacy.
"I asked, he said no, and thanked me, hehehe." The old man looked at the silly boy and scratched his head, hehehehehe giggled in embarrassment, and suddenly he was so angry that he raised his hand and made a chestnut.
Hit on the head.
"Didn't he just thank you?! Hundreds of people in his family thank you!"
Zhou Yeqing grimaced and rubbed his head.
"You know this, thank you all." When he took the medicine back that day, he saw many people thanking him at the door of Zhangjia Pharmacy.
"Yang has Yang laws, and Yin has Yin rules. If you take someone's soul, you will lose it. If he gives you medicine without charging for it, it is worth your soul! You can avoid the Yin law if you are willing to do so."
The more the old man talked, the more confused Zhou Yeqing became. Only now did he turn around and grasp the meaning behind the old man's words.
"What soul are you talking about? Am I dead?!" Zhou Yeqing looked around at his body and asked hesitantly.
The old man pinched his sword finger and cast a spell. Immediately, a cold light point flew out of the gourd and entered the center of Zhou Yeqing's eyebrows.
"You're not dead, but it's almost the same. If you don't go back before dawn, our fate will be over after seven days." When the cold light came in, Zhou Yeqing felt comfortable all over. He was about to ask the old man what this was.
That's what I heard.
Zhou Yeqing was in disbelief. He opened his mouth and couldn't close it. Hasn't he already returned to the Yang world? How could he still be in the underworld? At that time, he went to Songzong, and then came down the mountain and was picked up by the Chen couple. All of this was
It happened.
"Old man, are you kidding me?" Zhou Yeqing said dully.
"You're kidding?! If you don't believe me, just wait. Don't leave. Just wait."
Looking at the old man's hateful face, Zhou Yeqing couldn't digest it for a moment, and then said: "Then why are you here? Are you dying of old age?"
"Ouch~"
The old man waved his hands and walked forward. Zhou Yeqing pursed his lips, rubbed his head, and followed behind with an innocent look on his face.
The two of them walked on the streets of Wanjincheng one after another, but not a single person was seen. When passing by Baihua Building, Zhou Yeqing stopped to take a look, but they all turned into broken eaves and broken walls, and the cold wind lingered.
It’s still the place that lights up half the city with music and music every night.
Following behind the old man, Zhou Yeqing kept thinking about what happened before. They were all so unbelievable. In just a short time, the two of them arrived at the gate of the city.
Just when he was about to leave the city, Zhou Yeqing took one last look back at the city. He didn't know if he was dazzled. He seemed to see Yao'e waving to him in the street in the distance, and someone seemed to be saying in his ears: "Goodbye~"
Zhou Yeqing and the old man went out of the city gate together, but they didn't want the old man to disappear as soon as they came out.
"Old man~where have you been?!"
Looking around, Zhou Yeqing accidentally saw that on the city gate, the place that was supposed to be engraved with Wanjin City now had another name.
City in vain!
Before he could think about it, Zhou Yeqing heard a woman's voice in his ears, and his eyes gradually became blurred and his consciousness faded.