The old man glanced at Shancha and said, "Stop talking for a while."
Shancha nodded and followed the old man into the house. The whole room was dark, and all he could see was that the windows were dilapidated and covered with a thick layer of dust.
Faintly, Shancha saw a paper man wearing a black robe, half lying on a worn-out lounge chair, with a small square table placed next to him.
On the table were a dusty teapot and teacup, a loose paper fan, and an oil lamp.
The old man cupped his hands in front of the paper man and said, "Master Liu, this is the descendant of Master Xiang, I have suffered a great disaster today. Please look out for my face and lend me a hand."
"Crash!"
The paper man suddenly turned his neck, raised his hand to light an oil lamp, and stared at the painted eyes, staring at the old man.
As soon as the room lit up, Shancha's scalp tightened. In addition to a ghostly paper man, there were dozens of big mice lying on the kang, all of which were much different in size from kittens.
The paper man waved his hand towards the small square table, and the dust on it immediately disappeared, and the teapot started to steam.
The paper man poured three cups of tea and motioned for the two of them to sit down on the small stools, "Old Huangpizi, you really don't have any face left here." After the paper man finished speaking, he looked at Shancha and said, "Jiupo
The people in the village had to bear a sinful debt and were sealed into an ice cliff. They had to suffer five hundred years of freezing cold before they could be reincarnated.
Fifteen years ago, your grandfather rescued us. He said that his only Miaomiao was in danger. If you came to Jiupo Village to take refuge, let us save you once.
People from the Eight Gates and those evil spirits have already started searching the mountain. If you can get to the Dihuang Temple before the sun sets tomorrow, you can still avoid disaster. Remember, don’t leave the Dihuang Temple before the fog clears." Liu Quan finished.
, pulled out two paper figures from the cabinet.
He picked up a pen and drew the facial features on the paper man's face, then tore open the paper man's belly, caught two mice, and stuffed them into the paper man's belly.
The two paper figures immediately transformed into camellia and Qiu Shuiyue and walked quickly towards the mountains.
"Two paper figures can hold those people back for ten hours. You should leave quickly!"
Shancha bent down and thanked Liuquan, pushed the door open and walked out, only to see heavy fog in the surrounding areas.
Fog is common in the mountains, but what is different this time is that today's fog is blue-gray and particularly dense, with visibility less than two meters.
There is a feeling of dark clouds closing in on the city, which makes people feel depressed.
The strangest thing is that these green mist are not static, but are in groups, twisting in mid-air, constantly changing shapes.
Seeing the green mist, Shancha couldn't help but think about what happened a few days ago. Could Zhang Keer be from Ghost Demon City?
But there is no festival between the Shan family and Gui Yao City, and there is no communication between Hades and Gui Yao City.
Is Zhang Keer going to such a big move for a man? Or is her goal for two children?
Shancha, Qiu Shuiyue, and the old man quickly left the village and groped towards Nanshan in the fog.
After walking for about half an hour, Shancha found that they had turned back to the corner of the mountain. A strong uneasiness came over them. The blue mist was like a poisonous miasma. It seemed that if it was contaminated, bad things would happen.
Shan Cha held out a piece of talisman paper with both hands and threw it out.
"puff!"
The talisman burned in the air and floated into the distance.
"Follow the talisman!" Shancha drew out his magic whip and opened the way in front, stumbling forward with the two people.
The further you go, the cooler the temperature becomes. It's like falling into an ice cave. There's air conditioning all around, as if you've been transported from the human world to hell.
The trees in Nanshan are lush and covered with mist, making it impossible to see the road.
Along the way, Shancha kept throwing out the fire talisman, and could only follow the light of the fire talisman and walk forward.
After walking for two hours, it was already bright, but it was still foggy. The further we walked into the mountains, the emptier the woods became, because they were filled with dense trees.
There were many shadows in the woods, but luckily I didn't provoke them.
"Don't go forward, something powerful is coming!"
Shancha trembled in fright, "Second uncle, what is it?"
"Quiet, don't make any sound." The old man took the two people and hid behind a big tree.
The three of them had just taken cover when they saw the green mist not far away rolling up to both sides, revealing a clear and cold path.
A skeleton wearing armor, riding on a tall horse, followed by thousands of soldiers, whose faces were so rotten that no facial features could be seen.
The horses' hooves and the soldiers' feet were half an inch above the ground, moving forward in a floating manner.
Seeing that they were heading towards Nanshan, Shancha grinned, affixed the Hidden Sun Talisman on the three people, and pulled two people to follow quietly behind the team.
When crossing Nanshan Mountain, Shancha pulled the two of them to lie on the ground.
Suddenly the footsteps stopped abruptly. Shancha couldn't help but look up and saw the general on horseback suddenly turned his head. His face was no longer a skull, but a pale and bloodless face.
He was smiling, but this smile was very stiff, as if it had been forced out of him, and made people break out in a cold sweat.
Seeing the general turning his horse's head, the old man's face turned particularly ugly, and he lowered his voice, "Cover your ears, lower your head, don't look, and don't speak."
The three people covered their ears tightly, lowered their heads and did not dare to speak.
In fact, in such a quiet environment, even if you cover your ears, you can still hear the sound of horse hooves getting closer and closer.
"Snapped!"
Suddenly a package fell in front of Shan Cha. She was so frightened that when she opened her eyes, she found that the general and soldiers were gone.
Shancha opened the package and was stunned when she saw several ginseng trees, a lot of Ganoderma lucidum and food inside the package.
Seeing the red ice fruit, Shancha ran into the fog like crazy, "Second brother, is it you? Come out quickly!"
"Come back soon, Shancha, it's dangerous in the fog." Qiu Shuiyue saw Shancha with tears streaming down her face, and reached out to touch her head, "Did you meet your relatives in the previous life?
He refuses to recognize you. I guess he has some reasons. Listen to grandma, let’s go to the Dihuang Temple first. As long as we are alive, we will have a chance to see our relatives."
Shancha sniffed, nodded, and continued walking forward, looking back as he walked, hoping that his second brother could catch up.
The second brother was General Jiuyou, who had been guarding Nantian Prison, and died in Wenqing Mountain. How could his soul come to Snow Mountain?
As I was walking, suddenly there was a sound of footsteps behind me. The footsteps made a "crunching" sound on the ice and snow.
Shan Cha felt a chill on his back and didn't dare to look back, so he pulled the two of them to quicken their pace.
The three of them rushed out of the forest and came to an open space. Shancha dared to look back and saw no one, only smelling a disgusting smell.
Shancha grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into her mouth to prevent herself from retching.
The old man raised his head and looked at the sky, "We can't rest yet. It's dark and early in the snow-capped mountains. We must get to the Dihuang Temple as soon as possible."