There are many river valleys in the east of Shu, with high mountains standing tall, rugged terrain and weak winds, so many places are filled with fog all year round.

The two walked straight towards the direction guided by the left hand, passing a small village.

Several circles of fences surrounded the thatched earthen house, a group of mixed hens and chicks pecked in and out of the yard, a bright big rooster stood on the roof, shaking the cockscomb, standing with one foot, turning his neck vigilantly, and scanning all directions.

Fortunately, no one has raised a dog. I guess these villagers don’t have enough meat to eat throughout the year, and there are no extra bones to feed the dog.

There is a fork in front of the village, which is in three different directions. Two of the roads are bare and have many footprints. It can be seen that people often walk. The last one is overgrown with weeds, a thick layer covering the road surface, and a square stone slab stands in the direction of this road. The stone slab is old and has weathered by the weather. A large slit cracks from its head to its feet, and dead grass also emerges from the cracks of the rocks.

There are two large characters engraved on the stone slab, which seems to be the place name where the road leads. The character below can barely be seen as a character "cheng", and the character above has many strokes, with complex shapes, and is just passed by the crack, peeling off many small stones. Wei Wuxian bent over and pushed away the grass and brushed away the dust, but he still couldn't tell what the character was.

But the direction pointed by the left arm is this path.

Wei Wuxian said: "Why would you like to ask these villagers?"

Lan Wangji nodded. Of course, Wei Wuxian would not expect him to ask. He walked towards the peasant girls who were scattering rice and feeding chickens with a smile.

Those women were young and old. When they saw a strange young man approaching, they became nervous and seemed to want to throw away the dustpan and escape into the house. After Wei Wuxian said a few words with a smile, they slowly calmed down and answered a little shyly.

Wei Wuxian pointed to the stone tablet and asked. Their faces changed at first, and they hesitated for a while before they talked to him intermittently. During this period, they did not dare to look at Lan Wangji standing next to the stone tablet for a long time. Wei Wuxian listened carefully for a while, and the corners of his mouth kept raising. Finally, they seemed to change the topic, which caused the peasant girls to relax and relax, and smiled at him unskilledly.

Lan Wangji stared at the other side from a distance. After waiting for a long time, he didn't want to come back. He slowly lowered his head and kicked a small stone beside his kick.

He turned the innocent little stone over and over again for a while. He raised his head again, but Wei Wuxian still didn't come back. Instead, he took out something from his arms and handed it over to the farm girl who said the most.

Lan Wangji stood there blankly, unable to help it. Just as he was about to take a step, Wei Wuxian finally walked back slowly with his hands in his arms.

He stood back to Lan Wangji and said, "Han Guangjun, you should go there. They have rabbits at home!"

Lan Wangji did not respond to his teasing and said coldly: "What did you ask?"

Wei Wuxian said: "This road leads to Yicheng. The first character on the stone tablet is the word 'Yi'."

Lan Wangji said: "The righteousness of chivalrous?"

Wei Wuxian said: "I asked the same question too. It's right, it's not right."

Lan Wangji said: "What's the solution?"

Wei Wuxian said: "The word is indeed that word, but the meaning is not correct. It is not the righteousness of chivalrousness, but the righteousness of righteousness."

They walked on the fork road in the weeds and left the stone tablet behind them. Wei Wuxian continued: "These girls said that since ancient times, five or six out of ten people living in that city have short lives, either short life or died suddenly. There are many charity houses in the city that place corpses, and local specialties such as coffins and paper money. People with burial and sacred rituals are superb, so they called this name."

Lan Wangji did not ask why the residents in the city did not abandon the city. They all understood that if people in a place were rooted in this for generations, it would be difficult for them to leave. Only five or six out of ten people seemed to be able to bear it for a while, maybe they were the other four or five out of ten. Moreover, they were born in such a remote country and left their hometown, most of them would not know where to go.

In addition to dry grass and rocks, there are also ditches that are not easy to detect. Lan Wangji's eyes kept paying attention to Wei Wuxian's feet. Wei Wuxian said as he walked: "They said that few people here rarely go to Yicheng, and the people inside rarely leave except for delivering goods. They have hard to see people in the past few years. This road has been abandoned for several years and no one has left. As expected, it is difficult to walk."

Lan Wangji: "What else is there."

Wei Wuxian: "What else?"

Lan Wangji said: "What did you give them?"

Wei Wuxian said: "Oh. You said that? It's Rouge."

When he was in Qinghe, he bought a small box of rouge from the fake Taoist priest in the martial arts world who asked Xingluling and kept it with him. Wei Wuxian said: "If you ask for things, you have to give some thanks. I was going to give money, but I scared the person and didn't dare to accept it. They liked the fragrance of rouge very much, and it seemed that they had never used such a thing before, so they gave it out."

After a pause, he said again: "Hanguangjun, why are you watching me like this? That box of rouge is not good. But now I am not as good as before. I carry a bunch of flowers, plants, hairpins and hairpins all day long to send girls. There is really nothing else to give, it is better than not."

As if she was awakened something unpleasant, Lan Wangji twitched his eyebrows and slowly turned his head.

Walking along this difficult road, the weeds gradually became scarce, and we gathered to the sides and climbed back, and the road surface gradually became wider. The fog became thicker and thicker.

When the left arm was squeezing into a fist, a broken city gate appeared at the end of the long road.

The corner tower at the top of the city was short of tiles and paint, and one corner fell off, which was extremely dilapidated and ugly. The city walls were covered with graffiti painted by unknown people. The red of the city gate almost faded to white, the door nails were rusted and black, and the two doors were covered in a false sense, as if they had just been pushed open a crack and slipped in.

Before I could enter, it made people feel that this must be a ghost place where demons danced around.

When Wei Wuxian walked along the road, he kept looking around. When he arrived at the city gate, he commented: "The Feng Shui is really bad."

Lan Wangji nodded slowly: "The mountains and rivers are in a bad state."

This Yicheng is surrounded by high mountain cliffs on all sides, and the mountain is seriously tilted to the center, showing an overwhelming and threatening momentum, as if it will collapse at any time. It is surrounded by such huge mountain rocks in all directions. In the miserable white fog, it is even more demonic than monsters.

Just standing here makes people feel stuffy and nervous, and feel a strong sense of threat.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying that "there are outstanding people and the land is powerful", and there are also other sayings. Due to the terrain and location, the feng shui of some places, and the natural bad air is lingering, people living here are prone to short-lived life and everything goes well. If ancestors have been rooted in this for generations, they will be even more moldy. Moreover, strange phenomena often breed, corpses, ghosts and other events may be several times higher than those in other places. Obviously, Yicheng is such a place.

This kind of place is generally remote and cannot be managed by the Immortal Sect family. Of course, they don’t want to manage it, which is very troublesome. It is more troublesome than the Water Walking Abyss. Water Walking Abyss can be driven away, but Feng Shui is difficult to change. If no one cries and asks to come to the door, each family will turn a blind eye and think it is not known.

The two walked to the city gate, exchanged glances, and each person slapped the city gate and pushed it open.

"Cruff--" The overwhelmed bearing shaft slowly opened with two unaligned city gates.

What I saw in front of me was no traffic, nor was there any evil corpse.

There is only overwhelming white.

The fog was filled with heavy fog, several times thicker than the fog outside the city. I could only barely see a long straight street in front of me, and there were no people on the street. There were erect houses on both sides.

The two naturally walked closer to each other and walked in together.

It was still daytime, but the city was silent. Not only was there no one talking, but there was no sound at all, and even the chickens crowed and dogs barked. It was extremely strange.

However, since it was the location designated by the left arm, if it weren't weird, it would be strange.

After walking along the long street for a while, the deeper the city, the thicker the white fog became, as if the demonic energy was everywhere. At first, he could barely see clearly ten steps away, but later the outlines outside the five steps could not be identified. Later, he almost couldn't see his five fingers. The more Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji walked, the closer they were to get, and shoulder to shoulder to see each other's faces.

Wei Wuxian had a sudden thought: "If someone took advantage of the heavy fog and sneaked between us quietly, and two people turned into three people, I'm afraid I don't know if they would be discovered."

At this time, he kicked something in the sole of his feet, looked down, but could not tell what it was. Wei Wuxian grabbed Lan Wangji's hand and told him not to leave alone. He bent down and squinted his eyes to observe. A glaring head broke through the fog and crashed into his sight.

This head is a man's face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and two unusually abrupt blush on his cheeks.

Wei Wuxian just kicked the head and almost kicked it away, knowing how much this thing is. Such a light thing is definitely not a real head. When he lifted it up and pinched it, a large piece of the man's cheek collapsed, and a piece of blush was also smeared.

It turned out to be a human head made of paper.

This paper head is made vividly, with exaggerated makeup, but its facial features are relatively delicate. Yicheng's specialty, funeral and sacrificial objects, and the craftsmanship of paper-tabs are naturally good. There are substitute paper people among the paper people, and the people believe that burning them to the dead can put oil pans in hell and suffer hardships for the ancestors; there are maids and beautiful women who serve their ancestors in the underworld. Of course, these are just people who ask for comfort for themselves.

This paper head should be a "yin power man". It is said that after going down, it can protect the paper money received by the ancestors' souls from being stolen, nor be bullied by other evil spirits. It must have been equipped with a tall and solid paper body, but someone pulled it down and threw it on the street.

The hair bun of the paper human head was black, stranded and shiny. I reached out and touched it and stuck it tightly to the scalp, as if it was really the hair it grew out. Wei Wuxian said: "The skill is really good. Did you stick it with real hair?"

Suddenly, a thin black shadow ran by him quickly.

This shadow came very suddenly, and he ran over to him tightly, and disappeared into the thick fog in an instant. The dust avoided the sheath automatically, chased the figure, and suddenly retracted it and merged into the sheath.

The thing that slipped over him just now ran too fast, and it was definitely not a speed that people could achieve!

Lan Wangji said: "Keep your mind and be wary."

Although it was just passing by, it was hard to guarantee that it would not do anything else next time.

Wei Wuxian said: "Did you hear it just now?"

Lan Wangji said: "The sound of footsteps, the sound of bamboo poles."

Yes, in the short moment just now, in addition to the rapid footsteps, they also heard another strange sound. Dada was very crisp, similar to a bamboo pole hitting the ground quickly. I don’t know why this sound was there.

At this moment, another sound of footsteps came from the fog ahead.

This time the footsteps were very light, a lot, very mixed, and very slow. It seemed that many people were walking towards this side carefully, but they didn't say a word. Wei Wuxian flipped out a talisman and threw it forward lightly. If there was anything resentful in front of him, it would burn, and the fire could light up somewhere.

The visitor from the opposite side also noticed something someone threw out here, and immediately counterattacked and suddenly attacked!

Several sword lights with different colors came to the face, Yu Chen flew out of the sheath and swam in front of Wei Wuxian, repelling all the sword lights back. There was a burst of people over there and shouting. Lan Wangji took Yu Chen back, and Wei Wuxian said, "Jin Ling?! Si Zhui?"

Jin Ling's voice sounded through the white mist: "Why are you again?!"

Wei Wuxian said: "I still want to ask why it's you again!"

Lan Sizhi tried her best to restrain her, but her voice was filled with joy: "Young Master Mo, you are here too? Was Han Guangjun also here?"

When he heard that Lan Wangji might have come, Jin Ling immediately shut up, as if he had been suddenly banned again. Lan Jingyi said, "It must be here! That was to avoid dust just now!"

Wei Wuxian said: "Well, here you are here, be by my side. Come here soon."

A group of teenagers learned that the opposite side was a friend but a bad enemy, and they were like amnesty, and they surrounded them. In addition to Jin Ling and a group of juniors from the Lan family, there were seven or eight teenagers wearing other families' clothes. Their vigilance had not faded. They should also be children of immortal families with a good status. Wei Wuxian said: "Why are you all here? You are so cruel when you take action. Fortunately, I am Han Guangjun, otherwise what if you hurt ordinary people."

Jin Ling retorted: "There are no ordinary people here at all. There are no people in this city!"

Lan Sizhui nodded and said, "The sky is blue and the sun is full of demonic fog, and there is no store opening."

Wei Wuxian said: "How did you get together? Come out to hunt together at night?" Jin Ling's arrogance who didn't like anyone and wanted to fight with everyone. He also had some friction with the juniors of the Lan family. How could he make an appointment to hunt together at night? Lan Sizhi answered questions and explained: "We were originally..."

At this moment, a burst of Titicaca, dada, and extremely harsh sound of bamboo poles hitting the ground in the fog.

The juniors of Zhuming all changed their faces: "It's coming again!"

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