Chapter 108 Normal people in an abnormal world

The man wearing a mask underneath said, "Lord A Li, please lend me a firefly."

The woman in gorgeous clothes just smiled lightly without opening her mouth, and an ethereal response came from the tunnel.

"You're welcome."

A firefly floated down from the mountain tunnel and stopped in front of Feng Wuli.

Feng Wuli thanked the woman on the mountain and followed the firefly into the tunnel. In the end, the darkness swallowed him up, leaving only a little fluorescence.

The woman on the mountain is still standing where she is.

Occasionally a car would come from a distance, enter her body, and then exit the tunnel.

If anyone else looks up the tunnel, they can only see a human-like stone standing on it, as if looking into the distance, with countless fireflies surrounding the stone.

It was impossible to see his fingers in the mountain tunnel, so Feng Wuli could only follow the Liuying in front and let him lead the way.

Occasionally, I would hear the sound of a car whizzing by. Sometimes it felt like it was far away, and sometimes it felt like it was driving past me.

Feng Wuli came to the club twice. The first time was brought by Wang Xilou, when he had just entered junior high school.

From that day on, a strange rumor appeared in the world of monsters and practitioners.

It is said that the great cultivator who dared to challenge the immortals back then, Wang Zhan and Wang Xilou, did not fail to seize the immortal gate. It was just that he did not obtain the status of an immortal for some reason, but his spiritual power has already joined the ranks of immortals.

Some people ask, how could such a thing happen? It is simply unheard of.

Someone who knows the truth will say that there is absolutely no mistake. He saw with his own eyes that day that the terrifying zombie appeared in the club, followed by a handsome little zombie.

Probably a maid.

Monsters look at people just as people look at animals. The way of identification is generally not based on appearance, but on the entangled structure of the spirit.

And Feng Wuli, who has Youhuang in his body, is even more powerful than Wang Xilou. In addition, he has a massive amount of spiritual power that is countless times stronger than Wang Xilou's now.

Not many monsters have seen Wang Xilou's true appearance, male or female.

It is inevitable to be admitted when you are wrong.

After walking a few hundred meters, I don't know when I stopped hearing cars whizzing past me.

There were gradually strange sounds all around, as if they were appearing on the street, and they were taunting in their ears.

There was a faint light ahead, and he knew he had arrived.

The firefly flew around and suddenly disappeared. The exit of the tunnel in front seemed like a door to another world opened in the night. He walked over looking for the light. The light at the exit was white. At this time, he

You can hear the sound of waves lapping at the shore, you can smell the fishy smell of the sea, you can also hear the flapping wings of frightened birds in the mountains and forests, and the long roar of deer, and the shock of thousands of horses galloping across the grassland, and sometimes you can hear the sound of the deep sea.

The whale call is ethereal and long.

He took one step forward and all sounds disappeared.

Those sounds just now were all A Li's fantasy.

A Li, like Master Yishan from Feng Wuli's hometown, is a type of mountain spirit. They belong to the mountain spirit system and are born from the weakest little monsters, Fushen.

She likes to ask the little monsters passing by what it's like outside.

She could never tire of listening to the little monsters passing by to rest and tell stories about the outside world for hundreds of years. Every time she listened to the stories about the outside world, she would fantasize about the outside world. However, she could not leave the mountain, so she named herself A Li, hoping that one day she could

Get out of here and take a look outside.

As soon as Feng Wuli came out of the tunnel, a humanoid monster wearing a Chinese tunic suit rode by on a 28-inch sedan. Several short monsters were lying on the glass counter in front of a roadside shop, looking at the snacks inside. They were impatiently

The fat boss waved his hand away and immediately ran away. A faceless monster holding a stack of newspapers on the street ran up to every passing monster without saying a word. If the monster asked for a newspaper, he would take one away. Suddenly, he left

Jubilation could be heard from some distance away at the tunnel intersection.

Feng Wuli looked over there and saw a dark locomotive behind the crowd, with a bunch of monsters standing there, as if they were having a ribbon-cutting event, setting off firecrackers and beating gongs and drums.

Clubs in various places are also known as the demon country here.

More and more monsters ran over to take a look.

It's true that a hundred demons walk at night, but there's only daytime here.

Because the sun in the sky and the blue sky and white clouds are all painted, and it is not a realistic painting style, it is painted by a master of traditional Chinese painting, giving people a sense of absurdity that has entered the landscape painting.

But at least it's not postmodernism.

It is full of absurd scenes, but because it is so real, it is like the late 19th century version of Along the River During the Qingming Festival.

I am just the character in the painting.

In the past, there was a more famous name here - Peach Blossom Spring.

"Lord Wang Xilou, you are here."

Feng Wuli turned his head, and a girl wearing a blue and white primary school uniform with long sleeves and trousers and braided hair stood next to him at some point.

There was a piece of paper taped to the other person's forehead, with a smiling face drawn on it, but her own face could not be seen.

"I'm here to get something." Feng Wuli didn't intend to explain whether he was Wang Xilou or not.

First of all, there is no need to explain, and secondly, he can be.

"this way please."

She led the way. Feng Wuli was walking in this strange and strange world. There were a few withered bones lying next to a thatched house on the roadside. These should be some lazy monsters, but they were too lazy. They only knew how to lie down and were not even lazy to eat.

After starving to death, only bones are left. Even so, all I want to do is lie down all day long.

The withered skeleton suddenly turned over.

He also scratched his butt and continued to lie down.

It made his eyes jump.

Suddenly, a yellow dog passed by, grabbed one of his bones and ran away. The skeleton started running and chased after it with bones clanking all over it.

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Every time I come here, I feel exhausted and mentally polluted.

Here, it seems normal is a mistake.

All monsters look so abnormal, even the girl in front of me looks like Sadako wearing a middle school uniform, appearing on the streets of the early 20th century in the style of landscape painting.

The feeling of fragmentation is a bit hairy.

The woman entered a house that looked like a post office, and Feng Wuli waited outside.

Suddenly, he looked to the side of the road. A child wearing a lion head was standing on the side of the road, attracting his attention.

The child was wearing human clothes and a lion head on the roadside, playing with a group of little monsters.

But Feng Wuli could feel that although there were many monster auras wrapped around his body, the child was still a human being.

Very few humans come to the club, even practitioners rarely come here. Why is there a child there?

The girl in school uniform came out, holding a mirror in her hand. Feng Wuli took it and put it into the shadow.

He asked: "Why is there a human being there?"

"It's Xiaobai."

The paper on the woman's face makes a smile, and her mouth opens and closes:

"He is a child abandoned by humans. He was picked up by the adults of the club. He can see monsters and probably behaves strangely, so he was thrown into the wild by his parents."

Feng Wuli was silent, looking at the child who was playing with a group of little monsters, playing with iron frogs and rolling hoops.

The other party may have put on the lion head of the lion dance in order to blend into the world of monsters.

The laughter looks happy.

If the reality he sees is inherently abnormal, he does not have the right to choose between normal and abnormal.

If what you see is abnormal, does that mean it is really abnormal?
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