Ye Wu walked on the street, walking conscientiously one street after another.
He discovered a lot of interesting things.
For example, there was an old woman on the third street on the east side who kept walking back and forth repeatedly. She seemed to be holding something in her hand, but it was empty, only movements.
For example, there was a native dog on the road to the west that kept barking and barking repeatedly. He really couldn't understand the dog's language, but at least there was a dog who stayed by his side for so long, so he could feel their meaning to some extent.
That cry has always been the same.
People are different. People can still communicate. What they say, what they do, and the plots that happen are all changing.
But small animals are not that smart.
Ye Wu felt that this was also the key.
He paid attention to observe and count the animals here. Not to mention chickens and ducks, there were fourteen cats and dogs in total. Each one only moved on a fixed route and did the same thing repeatedly.
Ye Wu sorted out the routes and found that they actually had one thing in common.
They all seem to pass by a house.
Ye Wu found that family.
It was an empty house.
Ye Wu grabbed an uncle and asked, "Uncle, who lives here?"
The uncle looked at the house, shook his head and said, "No one has lived in it for many years!"
"What about before?" Ye Wu continued to ask.
The uncle had a look of confusion in his eyes, "It didn't happen before, right? In my impression, this was an empty house when I was a child."
Ye Wu nodded lightly, looked at the dilapidated house, walked forward, and gently pushed it away.
The house was very dilapidated, and the grass on the ground was as tall as a person.
Ci Qiancheng on the tree smiled, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes.
Ye Wu has already entered the room.
It's also strange. Although the rest of the place is so dilapidated that it looks like it will fall down if pushed, one room is still clean and tidy.
But the house was almost bare, with only one bed and a small bench.
There is a bamboo vase on the windowsill with a sweet-scented osmanthus in it.
Ye Wu thought for a moment, then suddenly ran out and found the aunt who was still holding something.
She was coming out of her home, carrying something heavy in her hand. Then she walked to the intersection and put it on her shop, but there was nothing there.
Ye Wu looked around again. There was only two houses away from the uninhabited house.
He frowned, does this have anything to do with it?
Ye Wu held a rabbit lantern and sat on the stone steps, lost in thought.
What was that aunt serving?
Osmanthus wine?
Ye Wu turned around and took a look, but there was no osmanthus wine in her hand, and he couldn't find the osmanthus wine there.
He looked up at the sky in frustration.
An old man walked over slowly, as if he was going home. When he saw him, he immediately smiled and asked: "Young man, what are you doing sitting here?"
"I'm looking for wine." Ye Wu said.
The uncle smiled and said, "Isn't it all about wine at the Osmanthus Wine Festival?"
"Eh??" Ye Wu looked at him curiously, he didn't avoid this keyword?
"Is there also osmanthus wine?"
"Isn't osmanthus wine made from osmanthus?" As expected, the uncle once again gave an erroneous answer.
Ye Wu was stunned.
He stood up suddenly and looked around. There seemed to be no osmanthus trees in Osmanthus Pier. The only osmanthus tree was the thousand-year-old osmanthus tree.
If there is no osmanthus wine, why don't he find a way to make one? Although it may not be able to turn into wine immediately, as long as it is made, you can understand why there is no osmanthus bar here?
Ye Wu stood up, swung his sword and cut off an osmanthus flower.
But the sweet-scented osmanthus disappeared when it fell into his hand.
Ye Wu was stunned.
This can't be used?
No, there is another one.
Ye Wu walked to that room and took out the sweet-scented osmanthus from the bamboo vase.
When he took out the osmanthus stick, he suddenly smelled a fragrance, which was the fragrance of osmanthus wine in the bamboo bottle in his hand.
At the same time, the surrounding scenery suddenly became exquisite.
The wind stopped blowing, the trees stopped swaying, the laughter in the ears stopped suddenly, and the fragrance of flowers lingering on the tip of the nose was gradually replaced by a fishy and pasty smell.
Click——
In an instant, all the scenes suddenly exploded.
Those frozen people also collapsed together with these scenes, turning into fragments and dissipating.
The rabbit lantern in Ye Wu's hand was also missing. He looked at the storage space and found that the hair tie he planned to give to the Mirror Hall Master also disappeared.
Except for a stick of osmanthus and a bottle of osmanthus wine in his hand, the whole scene has changed.
He turned around and looked at the thousand-year-old osmanthus.
The osmanthus tree that originally looked gentle and firm has turned into a dead tree, and the other half fell to the ground, with only charred remains left.
There is no sweet-scented osmanthus or small town left.
Under the thousand-year-old sweet-scented osmanthus tree, there were corpses one after another. He recognized a few of those corpses, including an aunt selling lanterns on the street and an uncle selling hair ties...
Ye Wu suddenly stared at this scene blankly, not knowing how to react, as if he was dreaming.
Ye Lin and the others also held their breath. They didn't expect that the seemingly prosperous and peaceful world would be like this.
The mirror hall master looked at the osmanthus branches scattered in his hand, feeling a little dazed.
This turned out to be really an illusion.
"唳——"
A crane's cry attracted everyone's attention.
A crane circled down from the sky, grabbed a struggling man in its claws, and threw the man heavily onto the dead wood of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.
"Damn it!" the young man started shouting after he landed on the ground.
He looked at Ci Qiancheng in front of him angrily.
"Who are you? Do you know who I am? My father is Yan Kuang! How dare you catch me here? I think you want to die!"
Ci Qiancheng looked at him expressionlessly.
"Do you know where this is?"
The young man looked around, and then said impatiently: "How do I know... eh!"
Before he finished speaking, the world began to spin, as if he could see his own body.
"I want your life to pay for the two hundred and thirty lives lost in Guihuawu."
The voice in his ear was the last thing he heard.
Ci Qiancheng put away his sword, jumped off the dead tree, squatted down, and carefully and solemnly dug out the wine under the tree.
The jar of wine was clear and clear, exuding a refreshing aroma, washing away the blood around it.
Ci Qiancheng raised the wine jar, took a deep sniff, and then gently poured it down on the ground.
The wine fell on the burnt yellow ground, splashing water droplets one after another, reflecting the bright moonlight in the sky, crystal clear and pale golden color, like falling osmanthus, and then returned to the dust.
snap——
The last drop of wine fell.
The wine jar fell to the ground, and Ci Qiancheng raised his head to look at the full moon in the sky.
The full moon is still there, but there are no more people.
He smiled and looked at the Mirror Hall Master, with a pair of amber pupils filled with desolation.