Zhongyuan Town.
A small town built entirely of gray and white stone, quietly crawling on this hundred miles of barren land.
There is no human habitation for hundreds of miles, and there are no traces of birds and animals.
What is being described is this place located in the west of Jiu Ming Prefecture where the Sanqing Dao Sect is seated, and is connected to Tingjian Prefecture. Since it is located at the junction of the two prefectures, it has its own special features, so this place is the place to come from. The famous deserted land.
There is only one small town like this within a hundred miles.
All year round, there have been very few pedestrians here, even small town residents.
Because of this, there are all kinds of shops in the town, except for the restaurant and inn, which is the only one named Haokeke.
Where is the guest, where is the guest.
The name was simple and straightforward.
Zhongyuan Town is so big, with only dozens of families coming and going. The residents in the town are all familiar with each other. The only inn and restaurant in the town, the shopkeeper of Ke Bing, took over the business just because This is a family business, and my parents are reluctant to close it. No matter where the business is, there are only a few customers all year round. I really don’t know where to find customers.
Even every day, the shopkeeper at the guest house has to eat melon seeds in his spare time. He doesn't even need to hire a cook, waiter, or mother-in-law. One person is enough to cope with it.
But in recent days, the shopkeeper of the hotel, a middle-aged man with slender forehead wrinkles who has frowned for years, has never stopped smiling. He even thought for the first time that he should hire a cook and a waiter. thought.
There is no other reason. In recent days, Zhongyuan Town has experienced the largest flow of people in the past century.
As the only inn and restaurant in Zhongyuan Town, it can be said that it is hard to find a room in Ke Na.
In the lobby on the first floor of Ke Nai, there is a constant flow of people every day. A steady stream of money falls into the purse of the shopkeeper of Ke Na. There are also countless money falling into the money boxes of various shops in Zhongyuan Town. inside.
A handsome young man in green clothes and a flowing hairband stepped into the guest room. He had a gentle smile on his delicate face. In his arms was a snow-white cat like a cloud, with a pair of blue eyes open. He looked curiously at the bustling crowd in the restaurant hall.
Another guest comes.
The shopkeeper at the guest house was happy and anxious.
Fortunately, there are naturally new customers. New customers mean income.
What's urgent is that there are naturally too many people and there are not enough rooms in the inn.
"Young Master, do you want to eat or drink?" The shopkeeper of the hotel had a professional smile on his face, warm and sincere.
Although the young man in front of him was dressed in nothing out of the ordinary, his slender face and leisurely temperament made him look like he was not an ordinary person.
Qingkong's round eyes glanced at the shopkeeper who smiled brightly and revealed the wrinkles on his forehead. He lazily raised his paws, scratched his furry little ears, and continued to lie back into his master's fragrant arms.
This handsome young man is none other than Lingchu, who is disguised as a man.
When traveling, it is much more convenient to dress up as a man. This does not only refer to mortals, but also to monks.
As for this appearance, which is much less conspicuous compared to Lingchu's original appearance, Lingchu got it from his senior brother Gu Tianqiu, a low-grade magic weapon, Thousand Faces.
Although it is said to have a thousand faces, it can only change into three fixed appearances.
A handsome young man, a charming woman, and an old man.
Thousand Faces, used to cover up monks of the same level, is not a problem at all.
As for the Jindan cultivator, he can detect that the face is fake, but he cannot see through the real face underneath.
"Have a meal."
Lingchu smiled softly, his voice was soft, and it was different from his real voice. This was just a small trick. Using spiritual power to gather on the vocal cords of the throat, the voice could be easily changed, but the difference would not be too big.
Although the difference is not big, it is enough to confuse men and women.
The shopkeeper of Kefa didn't realize anything was wrong at all. He smiled very enthusiastically and stretched out a hand to guide Lingchu to the few empty seats in the lobby on the first floor.
This is a corner near the stairs, and the lighting is not very good. The tables and chairs are not old, and even the color is slightly different from the surrounding tables and chairs. They should be newly added tables and chairs.
The diners and residents sitting on the first floor of the inn all looked at the people around them. They were chatting with friends who came with them, or they were enjoying wine and food alone.
In fact, they were all quietly observing the crowd around them.
When Lingchu first entered the inn, he naturally received a lot of attention.
Ever since he stepped into this inn called Kehehe, Lingchu discovered that out of ten guests, nine and a half were monks, and of these nine and a half, half were foundation building monks.
Lingchu, who had been away from the sect for more than half a year, saw so many foundation-building monks outside the mountain gate for the first time.
After ordering a few dishes at random, Lingchu unconsciously stroked Qingkong's long hair with his fingers and fell into thinking.
In Ten Thousand Tombs Mountain, something unexpected happened that she didn't know about.
The fundamental reason why the area where Zhongyuan Town is located is so deserted is because there is a hilltop here called Wanfen Mountain.
Ten Thousand Tombs Mountain, as its name suggests, has tens of thousands of tombs piled up.
Thousands of years ago, this place was actually a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters. Countless cities and towns settled here, connecting Jiuming Prefecture and Tingjian Prefecture, allowing the two states to exchange supplies and have frequent exchanges.
However, good times do not last long and misfortune never comes alone.
A sudden earthquake collapsed half of the mountains and lakes, and also opened a huge crack.
A thick gray mist filled the rumored cracks. Wherever it passed, no grass grew, and all humans and animals perished.
There are also rumors that a demon with fierce flames walked out of the crack and slaughtered everyone within a hundred miles.
All in all, after the earthquake, this place suddenly became a barren area with little spiritual energy. Moreover, all the people in it had disappeared. There were no living people and no dead bodies.
All we know is that the latecomers found a high mountain. The high mountain was filled with tombs of different sizes. A faint gray mist always surrounded the high mountain, which was dark and full of ghosts.
It was named Wanfen Mountain.
This barren hundred-mile area has also become a place where prisoners from several nearby small countries are exiled. This Zhongyuan Town was established by the exiled people.
No one knows why it was named Zhongyuan Town. Perhaps it was because the place was deserted and like a ghost land.
People in it are naturally like lonely ghosts. When lonely ghosts appear, it is Zhongyuan.
According to the sect records found by Lingchu, the gray mist on Wanfen Mountain was Lingchu's target here. It was also one of the few places in Jiu Ming Prefecture where a large amount of Yin Qi gathered.
