Bai Duo attacked for nearly two days and one night. During this period, no pursuers came, and no one followed him.
At this time, he stopped in front of a valley, with rugged side peaks on both sides. At this time, the sky was getting dark, and the world appeared an oppressive blue-gray.
The dim sunset was about to sink into the horizon.
"How could Lu Chenzhou remain calm? Even if my identity problem was really solved by the person in the dark, I did not return to Yujing City immediately after the mission in the ghost temple, but I was missing for such a long time.
He should come here to find me. "
There was a cloud of suspicion hanging over Bai Duo's mind. The number of kilometers in diameter he traveled was definitely enough to leave the territory of Yujing, as long as he passed through the valley in front.
The valley is wide in front and narrow in the back. The further you look inward, the smaller the mouth of the valley becomes, until only a light yellow spot remains.
That was the last afterglow.
"I want to see what you are up to." Bai Duo felt an unknown anger rising in his heart. He really hated the way he looked in such a miserable state.
So he started walking towards the center of the valley.
After Mo Yue left for a cup of tea, Bai Duo suddenly stopped. He suddenly turned around and found that he was still where he was.
"impossible!"
Bai Duo found it hard to accept that he was clearly on the move, but why was he still standing still.
But the feeling of standing still and moving forward are different. He can confirm that he has definitely taken steps.
Bang!
Bai Duo's thick thighs were like load-bearing pillars and they directly smashed the earth, and his whole body charged forward like a high-speed train.
The sound of the wind being torn apart filled my ears.
At such a high speed, Bai Duo estimated that he would be able to rush out of the valley in no more than five breaths.
But he was wrong. Halfway through, the wind in his ears stopped.
"No, the wind did not disappear, but solidified." Bai Duo's movements began to become very slow, as if he was in a swamp, surrounded by stagnant air, and the gravity under his feet was also wrong.
It feels like walking in space and your lungs are suffocating.
call--
Bai Duo took half a step back. He was like a drowning man breaking out of the water, breathing in big mouthfuls of air.
The weird feeling is gone too.
Looking down at his feet, he was still where he was.
"Can't get out?" Bai Duo decided to give up passing through this valley. Although this was the shortest straight-line distance, the strange things that happened gave him a bad premonition.
Half an hour later, Bai Duo rolled down the side of the mountain and fell heavily to the ground.
"Fuck! Why are you back again!"
Bai Duo felt a chill. He felt as if he was enveloped by a huge barrier. There were dead ends in all directions, just like the exit of the valley was clearly close at hand, but he could never reach it.
That unbridgeable distance is like the distance between life and death.
Whoosh——!
Bai Duo did not believe in evil and once again turned into a stream of light and landed in a village.
On a certain field ridge, an old man who had been busy for a day was about to carry a hoe home, but his way was blocked by Bai Duo who fell from the sky.
"Old man, let me ask you, do you know what the scene is beyond the valley not far away?"
There was an unquestionable sense of oppression in Bai Duo's tone, which made the old farmer tremble with his hoe in fright, and he hurriedly replied: "Sir, little old man, I have never been out of Yujing in my life. I really don't know the scene outside the valley."
Seeing the frightened old farmer, Bai Duo was not embarrassed, looked at him with disgust, and used his body skills to leave again.
Everywhere he walked seemed to have been blasted by cannons.
"What a sin!"
Most of the crops that the old farmer had worked so hard to grow were destroyed. He could only sit on the ground and cry bitterly.
"I overestimate these ancient people. Many of them, let alone Yujing, have probably never left the village for generations. They face the loess and their backs to the sky.
Even if you have daily needs, you still go to the town or the main city of Yujing to purchase.
How do they know about things outside the valley? I have to find those merchants. If they do business, they will definitely leave Yujing. "
Bai Duo made up his mind and returned to the old farmer again.
I happened to see him paralyzed on the ground, crying loudly while holding his crops. These were their taxes and the basis of their survival.
If Bai Duo does this, he will not be able to pay taxes, and it will be difficult for him to keep food rations to survive.
"Uuuuuuuuah, my crops, my crops."
The old farmer still hung his head and sobbed, knowing that he felt himself shrouded in a shadow. He raised his head blankly and met Bai Duo's cold eyes, like a flash of sword light in the dark night.
"Looking at your expression, it seems that you have some objections to me?" Bai Duo's dull voice sounded, like a reminder from the King of Hell.
"Don't you dare! Sir, you are stepping on my crops to give face to the villain! How dare I have any objection!"
In the crisis of life and death, the old farmer changed his face and flattered Bai Duo.
"You are a very flexible old man. I am returning now just to ask you, where is your nearest town? Can you draw me a map?"
"Yes! That's great! The nearest Chishui Town is in the southeast!"
The old farmer decisively tore off his already thin clothing, bit his fingers and used blood to draw a map for Bai Duo.
In the end, regardless of the pain, he offered it with trembling hands and said flatteringly: "My lord, I will give you the map, but please don't dislike the little old man's dirty blood."
Bai Duo happily found the map, and his originally depressed mood gradually improved. He smiled and said: "How could it be? You have helped me a lot.
This ingot of silver is a thank you gift to you. From now on, you don’t have to farm anymore. "
The old farmer's eyes widened and he held the heavy piece of silver in flattered hands. It must have weighed at least twenty taels.
For ordinary people, this money is enough for him to find another job, even if it is to open a small stall and sell breakfast.
But it’s better than farming.
"This is not the living King of Hell, it is clearly the living Bodhisattva!"
The old farmer knelt down with tears of gratitude. When he looked up, Bai Duo was no longer there.
.......
Half an hour later, Chishui Town.
The Qi family ancestral hall was overcrowded at the moment. The contemporary head of the family and his wife and daughter were respectfully offering incense and kowtowing to the black ancestral tablets.
The offering table is filled with incense candles, gold ingots, yellow paper and tributes of wine and meat.
After all the members finished performing the sacrificial ceremony, he carefully stood up and raised his head, his eyes just meeting the portraits of past family heads hanging on the wall.
The people in these paintings all lowered their eyes, as if they were peeking at the descendants of lowly sacrifices.
"Let's go!" The hair on the outside of all the members stood up. They immediately took their wives and daughters out of the ancestral hall, came to the courtyard, and said to the troupe leader who had been waiting for a long time: "The next step is up to you. This ghost show has been sung. , the money is indispensable for you!"
The troupe leader responded respectfully and watched everyone in the Qi family exit the ancestral hall compound.
The gate of the courtyard was also closed at the same time, and now they were the only troupe members in this lifeless ancestral hall.
They were all wearing colorful costumes, just like the paper figures guarding the corner.
"Sing~ah~~"
The old class leader dressed as a martial artist was the first to speak up, and couldn't help but glance at the rows of empty black Taishi chairs under the stage.
The drama was lively, but the audience was extremely lonely, which seemed very breathtaking.
The babbling singing voice came from the second watch to the third watch. At this moment, everyone in the troupe on the stage was hoarse.
The voice is no longer mellow, and there is also the phenomenon of broken voices.
"Master, how long will we continue singing? My voice is almost gone."
"Shut up, how dare you distract yourself while you're singing to a ghost!"
The troupe leader hurriedly scolded him in a low voice, but the man didn't take it seriously and muttered: "The richer people are, the more they believe in ghosts and feng shui, but master, you are an old man, how can you believe in this kind of thing?
If there really is a ghost, why didn’t I..."
The person who spoke was covered by a pair of big hands, which were the hands of the old leader. At the same time, everyone almost stopped what they were doing.
They all froze in place with stiff expressions, looking at the audience with horrified expressions.
The young man who didn't believe in ghosts also followed everyone's gaze and saw that the rows of Taishi chairs were filled with dark shadows at some point.
Their figures were shrouded in mist from the courtyard, making them appear illusory and unreal.
The only eye-catching thing was the pair of eyes exuding death, all of them turned to stare at the people on the stage with dissatisfaction.
"It's over, the ghost show is over, people are going to die!"
