There is no end to the corpse field, only crumbling houses and scaffoldings are left, covered with dirty ink paper that was recently printed. When the wind blows, it turns into flying ghost butterflies in the sky, ready to attack people.
This is a dead printing and bookstore. Everything is frozen and seems to be slowly weathered by time.
In the dark bookstore, there are many figures who seem to be busy doing business, but if you look closely, they are standing still, doing many indescribable weird postures.
In this indescribable looming situation, you can find these dead bodies with drooped, almost hanging heads, all looking sideways in the direction of the door.
He was staring at Jiang Wen.
If it were a person with poor mental endurance, suddenly being stared at by so many nearly decapitated zombies, he would probably collapse on the spot.
Fortunately, as the number of dead corpses and skeletons exceeded the norm, the fear at first sight turned into numbness, and the scene of the underworld was even vaguely regarded as a normal thing.
The theory of Huangquan Tufu has been around for a long time. It is said to "receive its body and examine its soul and spirit. Those who are good will be rewarded and can ascend to receive food and clothing from heaven. Those who are evil will be punished and be relegated to the ghosts of rivers, mountains and seas." The world of ghosts has also changed. It has become an ordinary human being.
Jiang Wen looked at this scene and felt that the people who slept here had never mourned for themselves and could only make future generations sigh.
What is in front of you is a hall of enjoyment made up of gray walls and blue tiles. It has been carefully built according to the Xumizuo, ring tower, tower, main tomb chamber, partition wall, and stone retaining wall, and everything is miniaturized and integrated into the narrow area.
But in this horrifying open space, there are several small tombs scattered around. The graves on the tombs are broken, the sacrifices are rotten, and they seem to be struggling to support themselves in the cold wind and rain.
"The deceased was buried outside the house, so why did they build such a palace in a strict French style?"
There were several stone steles hidden outside the hall inlaid under the eaves. Jiang Wen used the moonlight to get closer to identify them, but suddenly he saw a figure flashing through the hall. He was wearing white clothes, a black hat, and a long robe with folded breasts. He moved like a ghost.
Jiang Wen quickly caught up, and the two of them chased each other in the dark night. The other party relied on his understanding of the topography of the Huangyuan Bookstore to repeatedly change directions, knocking down the roofs of book troughs to create obstacles, but Jiang Wen kept crossing circles. , even though the action distance is longer, the distance between the two is getting closer and closer.
As the distance got closer, Jiang Wen could already see that the other party was thin and strong, moving hurriedly, and he was obviously worried about being caught up by him.
"Stop, I'm just passing by! Just answer my two questions and I'll let you go!"
Jiang Wen warned from behind, fearing that the other party would make some fatal move, but it was obvious that the other party did not intend to stop. The corpse pushed to the ground was covered in blood, and the scene was a mess.
Seeing that the other party was unwilling to cooperate, Jiang Wen no longer hesitated. The ancient bronze sword at his waist was suddenly unsheathed. With a swing of one hand, the ancient sword flew into the distance with a Yin Yin dragon roar and nailed it diagonally. A wooden pillar unexpectedly blocked the direction of the man in white clothes and black hat.
If the man in white clothes and black hat didn't stop at this time and ran into the sword at the current speed, his body would be broken in two!
When the other party was helplessly caught by him, Jiang Wen saw that the man in front of him looked no more than thirty or forty years old, but his skin was wrinkled like an old man in his sixties. His eyes shone even in the dark, staring at him insidiously. .
"I've seen you."
Jiang Wen's grappling technique went straight into the muscles and bones, leaving no possibility of breaking free, but the first words he spoke made the other party's expression darker.
"It was you who brought the dead body to Jip Lane and pretended to be a ghost to scare me!"
The other party's face twitched slightly, his hat was lowered, and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant.
"You chased me from my home in Jibby Lane to here, but unfortunately, what you want is not in my hands..."
Jiang Wen frowned upon hearing this.
"The home in Jipi Lane? Are you the owner of Eryouzhai? I didn't hunt you down, I just happened to come here..."
Before Jiang Wen finished speaking, he was interrupted by a series of sneers from the other party.
"Don't lie to me. As the protector of the sect, I, Mr. Huang, naturally know that you are going to be doomed tonight. But no matter who in the sect sent you, I will only communicate with the Holy Child Hongyang."
Jiang Wen was a little troubled by this stubborn attitude. He had no idea why the other party had such a bad attitude, but he still said patiently.
"If you think I lied to you, then lie to you, but I didn't come here to kill you. It was all because of my damn curiosity. Oh, by the way, the Hongyang Saint Boy you mentioned will not come back, because he is already dead. On Wuyi Mountain."
Seeing the shocked expression of the other party's dilated pupils, Jiang Wen continued to strike, "So the statement that you only associate with Hongyang Saint Child, I personally think it is unlucky and I suggest you change it."
The owner of Eryouzhai and Protector Huang of the White Lotus Sect looked at Jiang Wen with an uncertain expression, but still had a resolute attitude and said in a hoarse voice.
"What evidence do you have."
Jiang Wen scratched his head and thought about it seriously.
"He died on the Manting Peak of Wuyi Mountain because of the elixir. The demon book and body in his hand were not recovered. The eight generals of the shackles were also killed by me, but four of his Liujia generals were still alive. , currently serves as the stone lion in our Wuyi sect..."
The owner of Eryouzhai was shocked and looked at Jiang Wen in disbelief.
"Are you the leader of the Wuyi Sect?! I heard that Hongyang Saint Boy and his entourage were imprisoned by you, and the sect sent people to discuss redemption. How could you...how could you appear here!!"
Jiang Wen sighed.
"I don't want to be remembered by you because of this matter, but since you want to see me, I have no choice but to come uninvited."
The owner of Eryouzhai smiled sinisterly and tried to break free from Jiang Wen's grasp.
"Then you'd better let me go. We are gathered in Fuzhou City now, and even I don't know how many people are here. If you act rashly, I guarantee you will not be able to leave Fuzhou City!"
"There is a flaw in what you said. With your current attitude of hiding your head and tail, you probably don't even dare to be discovered by the people of the White Lotus Sect, right?"
Jiang Wen increased his strength and said pleasantly: "Even if I kill you, whether they will avenge you or applaud you is still open to question."
The owner of Eryouzhai was silent for a moment, and then suddenly said hoarsely.
"Are you really not here to kill me?"
Jiang Wen shook his head hard.
"If I want to kill you, do I still need to talk nonsense to you? Also, why do you always think that someone wants to kill you? Is there such a possibility, I mean possible - for example, do you suffer from persecution delusion?"
The owner of Eryouzhai smiled ugly, and his expression was full of sinisterness.
"Illusion? Ever since the blood Buddha statue was brought back to Eryouzhai, I knew I was being targeted! Do you think it was a misunderstanding that the whole family, wife and children were robbed and killed when they went out of the city? Or is it a coincidence that the bookstore helpers died one after another? They want to drive me crazy, Hand over what they want, but I'm not that stupid..."
He shook his body crazily, "If I say it, that will be the day I die..."
Jiang Wen sighed and looked at the gloomy scene in this ghost land.
"I thought a murderous person like you wouldn't be afraid of death."
The master of Eryouzhai looked at him tit for tat.
"I killed all the people who deserved to die, and I thought it was not time to die yet. In addition to the blood Buddha statue, I also knew some very dangerous things, which were enough to cause a new wave of turmoil in the world, and they must be handed over to the sect. Someone you can trust.”
Jiang Wen pointed at himself with a shy face: "Don't be so narrow-minded. Although I am not a member of the White Lotus Sect, I consider myself honest and reliable. You can tell me!"
However, the owner of Eryouzhai just vented his anger through his nose, snorting and ignoring Jiang Wen's shamelessness.
He probably also figured out that he might be really unlucky and met a troublemaker who was a bit mentally disturbed, so he would inexplicably not kill, release, or torture him, but only caught him and chatted with him.
"Okay, let's change the subject."
Jiang Wen continued with a normal expression, "Why did you run here and hide? Is there any difference between here and other places?"
The master of Eryouzhai still wanted to break away from the grasp, twisted his body very dissatisfied, and said confidently.
"This is Netherworld Alley, a place where a group of sad people hide. Why can't I come in?"
After saying that, he led Jiang Wen to a stone tablet and slowly explained, "Ever since a group of disabled eunuchs hid in this alley, together with the Baby Tower outside and the Wanshi Yizhuang opposite, it has become a deserted alley. The underworld of ghosts..."
Jiang Wen read the inscription in a foggy manner, and found that the inscription in the bottom corner of the stele was a person named Luo Xian.
In front of his name, there was also a deliberately long list of titles.
The official who protects the mausoleum of Song Dynasty.
