MTL - The Founder of Diabolism-Chapter 33 Grass eighth

There are many river valleys in the east of the east, the mountains are flat, the terrain is rugged, and the wind is weak, so many places are filled with fog all the year round.

The two straight ahead in the direction of the left hand, passing through a small village.

A few laps surround the thatched-roofed earthen house, and a group of hen-colored hens enter and leave the glutinous rice in the yard. A bright, bright **** stands on the roof, shakes the cocks, and stands on one foot. Turn your neck vigilantly and glance at all sides.

Fortunately, no one has a dog. It is estimated that these villagers themselves are not enough to eat a few pieces of meat throughout the year, and there are no extra bones to feed the dogs.

There is a fork in front of the village, heading for three different directions. Two of the roads are bare and have many footprints, and it is obvious that people are walking. The last one is overgrown with a thick layer covering the road, and a square slab is standing in the direction of the road. The slate has been old for a long time, and it has been weathered with frost. A large slit has cracked from the head to the foot, and there are also dry grass in the stone crevice.

Two large characters are engraved on the stone slab, which seems to be the place name of the road. The word below can barely be seen as a "city" word. The word above has a lot of strokes, and the font is complicated, and it is just passing through the crack, peeling off many small stones. Wei Wuzhen bent over and plucked the grass, dusted, and still couldn't see what it was.

The direction that the left arm is pointing to is this road.

Wei Wuwei said: "Is it better to ask these villagers?"

Blue forgot to nod, and Wei Wuzhen certainly wouldn’t expect him to ask, smiled and walked toward the farm girls who were feeding the chickens.

The few women were young and old. When they saw a strange young man approaching, they were all nervous. It seemed that they wanted to throw a cockroach and fled into the house. After Wei Wuxi said a few words, they slowly calmed down and responded with a slight shyness.

Wei Wuzhen pointed at the stone tablet and asked, they first changed the face of the brush, hesitated for a long while, and then talked to him intermittently and pointing. During the period, I did not dare to look at the blue forgetting machine standing next to the stone monument. Wei Wuzhen listened carefully for a while, while the corners of his mouth kept rising. At the end, it seemed to turn the subject, which led to the fact that the farm girls also stretched their colors, relaxed, and smiled at him unskilledly.

Blue forgets the machine and stares at it over there. After waiting for a long time, I don’t see Wei’s return. He slowly lowered his head and kicked a small stone by the kick.

Turning this innocent pebbles over and over again for a while. After raising his head again, Wei Wuzhen still did not come back. Instead, he took out the same thing from his arms and gave it to the farmer woman who said the most.

Blue forgot to stand in the same place, I really couldn't help it. As he was preparing to step forward, Wei Wuzhen finally returned with a negative hand.

He stood back to the blue forgetting machine and said: "With the light, you should have passed. They have rabbits in their homes!"

Blue forgot the machine but did not respond to his teasing, like a cold and honest: "What to ask."

Wei Wuwei said: "This road leads to Yicheng. The first word on the stone tablet is the word 'yiyi'."

Blue forgets the machine: "The meaning of chivalry?"

Wei Wuwei said: "I asked this too. Right, not right."

Blue forgets the machine: "What is the solution."

Wei Wuwei said: "The word is indeed the word, but the meaning is not right. The meaning of non-chivalry is the meaning of Yizhuang."

They walked on the road with the clutter weeds and left the stone behind them. Wei Wuzhen continued: "These girls said that since ancient times, people who lived in that city have been short-lived, either short-lived or dying. There are many Yizhuangs in the city for the placement of dead bodies. Local specialties, coffins, paper money, and other funeral objects, whether they are coffins or paper-layers, are so skilled, so they called this name."

Blue forgot to ask why the residents in the city did not abandon the city and leave. They all understand that it is very difficult for them to leave if people from one place are rooted here. Only ten out of five people are short-lived, and it seems that they can still bear it. Maybe they are the other four or four. Moreover, born in this poor country, away from home, most of them do not know where to go.

In addition to the dry grass and the stone, there are also gullies that are not easy to detect. Blue forgot to look at the eyes of Wei Wuzhen, Wei Wuzhen walked and said: "They said that people here rarely go to Yicheng, and the people inside are rarely left except for delivery. Almost no one has seen the figure. This road has been abandoned for many years and no one has gone. It is hard to go."

Blue forgets the machine: "There is still."

Wei Wuzhen: "What else?"

Blue forgets the machine: "What did you give them?"

Wei Wuwei said: "Oh. You said that? It is rouge."

When he was in Qinghe, he bought a small box of rouge from the priest who was inquired about the road. Wei Wuwei said: "I have to give some thanks to people for inquiring about things. I originally wanted to give money, scared people, and dare not accept them. Seeing that they like the smell of rouge, it seems that they have never used such things. I sent it out."

After a pause, he said again: "With light, you look at me like this. The box of rouge is not good. But now I am no more than ever, with a bunch of flowers and plants around the ring all day long to send the girl everywhere. Nothing else can be sent, there is better than nothing."

Like a very unpleasant memory that was awakened, Blue forgot to brush his eyebrows and slowly turned his head.

Along this difficult road, the weeds are gradually scarce, and they are gathered back and climbed back, and the road surface is gradually widening. The fog is getting thicker and thicker.

When the left arm is gathered into a fist, a broken gate appears at the end of the long road.

The turret of the city head lacks varnish and paint, and it has lost a corner. The walls are full of graffiti that I don't know how to doodle. The red color of the city gate almost faded into white, the door nails were black and rusted, and the two doors were hidden, as if they had just been pushed open by a seam and slipped in.

Still not in, it makes people feel that this must be a ghost place where the group dances.

When Wei Wuzhen walked along the road, he looked around and went to the front of the city gate and commented: "The feng shui is really bad."

Blue forgot to nod slowly: "The mountains are poor."

This Yicheng City is surrounded by alpine cliffs. The mountain is heavily inclined to the center, and it is under pressure. It seems to collapse at any time. Surrounded by such a huge mountain rock in all directions, in all the miserable white fog, it is more demon than the devil.

Just standing here makes people feel bored and flustered, and there is a strong sense of threat.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying that "the people are outstanding," and the other way around is also true. In some places, due to the terrain and location, the feng shui is bad, and the natural mold is lingering. People living in this place are prone to short-lived deaths and things are not smooth. If the ancestors have been rooted in this, it is even mildewed into the bones. And often breed visions, the occurrence of corpses, ghosts and other events may be several times different. Obviously, Yicheng is such a place.

This kind of place is generally remote, and the Xianmen family can't manage it. Of course, it doesn't matter, it is very troublesome. More trouble than the water line. The water line can also be driven away, but the feng shui is difficult to change. If no one cries and asks for help, the families will close their eyes and do not know.

The two walked in front of the city gate and exchanged a look, one person and one city gate, pushing away.

"Oh--", the overwhelmed axle, carrying two unaligned gates, slowly opened.

Seen in front of me, there was no traffic and no murder.

Only overwhelming white.

The fog was filled, and the fog outside the city was several times thicker. I could barely see that there was a straight long street in front and there was no figure on the street. The two sides are erected houses.

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

At this moment is still the day, but the city is silent, not only no human language, even the cockerel can not hear a trace, very strange.

However, since it is the place designated by the left arm, it is strange to teach people if they are not surprised.

Walking along the long street for a while, the deeper the city, the thicker the white fog, as if it was full of demon. At the beginning, I could barely see the ten steps. Later, the outlines beyond the five steps could not be recognized. Later, I almost couldn’t see my fingers. The more Wei Wei and the Blue forget the machine, the closer they are, the shoulders can be used to clear each other's faces.

Wei Wuzhen’s heart was born with a thought: “If someone is holding this fog and sneaking into us, the two people become three people, I am afraid I still don’t know if I will be discovered.”

At this time, he kicked something in his soles and looked down, but could not tell what it was. Wei Wuzhen grabbed the hand of the blue forgetting machine, let him not go alone, leaned down and looked at it. A sullen head broke through the fog and crashed into his sight.

This head is a man's face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, two unusual blushes on the cheeks.

Wei Wuzhen only kicked this head and almost kicked it, knowing that this thing has a few pounds. It’s definitely not the real thing. Lifting it up, the man's cheeks collapsed a large piece, and the blush was also smeared.

It turned out to be a head of paper.

The head of the paper is vividly made, the makeup is exaggerated, and the facial features are more refined. The funeral and burial objects of the Yicheng specialty are very good. There are avatars in the paper people. The folks believe that burning them to the deceased can help the ancestors to go to the pots in the **** and go to the mountains to suffer; there are beautiful women who serve the ancestors in the underworld. Of course, these are just the living people who are asking for comfort.

This paper head should be a "female man", saying that after he went down, he could protect the money received by the souls of the ancestors from being stolen and not being bullied by other evil spirits. Originally, there must have been a tall, solid paper body. I don’t know who was smashed and threw it into the street.

The hair of the head of the paper is black and black, and it is quite shiny. It stretches out and touches it, and it sticks to the scalp, as if it is really the hair it grows. Wei Wuwei said: "The craftsmanship is really good. Is it true that the real hair is stuck?"

Suddenly, a thin black shadow wiped him and ran fast.

The shadow came so suddenly that he ran to the side of his body and disappeared into the thick fog in an instant. The dust is automatically taken out of the sheath, chasing the figure and going back, and the ground is retracted and merged into the sheath.

The thing that just slipped past him, running too fast, is definitely not the speed that people can achieve!

Blue forgets the machine: "Be careful, alert."

Although it was just passing by, it is difficult to save the next time, it will not do anything else.

Wei Wuwei said: "Have you heard that?"

Blue forgets the machine: "footsteps, bamboo sounds."

Yes, it was only a short moment, in addition to the rapid footsteps, they also heard another strange sound. The cockroach is very crisp, and it resembles a bamboo pole on the ground. I don't know why there is such a sound.

At this moment, there was a footstep in the fog ahead.

The footsteps of this time are very light, many, very complicated and slow. It seems that many people are cautiously coming over here, but they don’t say a word. Wei Wuzhen turned his hand over a burning character and threw it forward in a fluttering manner. If there is something resentful in front of it, it will burn and the fire will illuminate a place.

The opposite visitor also noticed that someone was throwing something here, and immediately counterattacked, suddenly it was difficult!

A number of different colors of swordsman murderous tempering came from the face, dust-free flying out of the sheath in front of Wei Wuyi swam a battle, the sword mans all counted back. There was a while overturned and smashed. Blue forgets to take back the dust, Wei Wuwei said: "Jinling?! Thinking chase?!"

Jinling’s voice sounded through the white mist: “How are you again?!”

Wei Wuwei said: "I still want to ask how is you again!"

Lan Si pursued restraint and restrained, but the voice was full of joy: "You are also a son of Mo Gongzi? Is that the light Jun Jun also come?"

As soon as I heard the blue forgetting machine, Jin Ling immediately shut up, as if suddenly it was banned. Lan Jingyi said: "It must come! Just that is to avoid dust!"

Wei Wuwei said: "Well, come, be by my side. You are coming over."

A group of teenagers learned that they were friends and non-enemy, such as Meng Dawei, and they all came around. In addition to a group of juniors from Jinling and Lanjia, there are seven or eight teenagers wearing other family costumes. The color of the alert has not faded. It should also be a child of the Xianmen family who are not low-ranking. Wei Wuwei said: "How are you all here? It’s so embarrassing when you shoot, but it’s a light-filled king on my side, or else I’ll hurt ordinary people.”

Jin Ling retorted: "There is no ordinary person here. There is no one in this city!"

Lan Si chased and nodded: "The sky is blue, the demon fog is filled, and there is no shop opening."

Wei Wuwei said: "How did you get together? Come out with night hunting?" Jin Ling looked at the cross who was not pleasing to the eye, who would fight with each other, and a little friction with the blues. May meet together for night hunting. Lan Si pursued a question and answer, explaining: "We were originally..."

At this time, there was a burst of hakka, shackles and harsh bamboo poles knocking on the ground.

All the young people were shocked and changed: "It’s coming again!"