The man wearing a mask underneath said, "Lord A Li, please lend me a firefly."
The woman in gorgeous clothes just smiled lightly without opening her mouth, and an ethereal response came from the tunnel.
"You're welcome."
A firefly floated down from the mountain tunnel and stopped in front of Feng Wuli.
Feng Wuli thanked the woman on the mountain and followed the firefly into the tunnel. In the end, the darkness swallowed him up, leaving only a little fluorescence.
The woman on the mountain still stood where she was.
Occasionally a car would come from a distance, enter her body, and then exit the tunnel.
If anyone else takes a look at the top of the tunnel, they can only see a human-like stone standing on top, as if looking into the distance, with countless fireflies surrounding the stone.
It was impossible to see his fingers in the mountain tunnel, so Feng Wuli could only follow the Liuying in front and let him lead the way.
Occasionally, there is the sound of a car whizzing past, sometimes it feels very far away, and sometimes it feels like it is driving past me.
Feng Wuli came to the club twice. The first time was brought by Wang Xilou, when he had just entered junior high school.
From that day on, a strange rumor appeared in the world of monsters and practitioners.
It is said that the great cultivator who dared to challenge the immortals back then, Wang Zhan and Wang Xilou, was not a failure in detaining the immortal sect. It was just that he did not obtain the status of an immortal for some reason, but his spiritual power had already joined the ranks of immortals.
Someone asked, how could such a thing happen? Simply unheard of.
Someone who knows the truth will say that there is absolutely no mistake. He saw with his own eyes that day that the terrifying zombie appeared in the club, followed by a delicate little zombie.
Probably a maid.
Monsters look at people just as people look at animals. The way of identification is generally not based on appearance, but on the entangled structure of the spirit.
And Feng Wuli, who has Youhuang in his body, is even more powerful than Wang Xilou. In addition, he has a massive amount of spiritual power that is countless times stronger than Wang Xilou's now.
Not many monsters have seen Wang Xilou's true appearance, male or female.
It's inevitable to admit your mistakes.
After walking a few hundred meters, I don’t know when I started to hear cars whizzing past me.
There were gradually strange sounds all around, as if they were appearing on the street, and they were taunting in their ears.
There was a faint light ahead, and he knew he had arrived.
The firefly flew around and suddenly disappeared. The exit of the tunnel ahead seemed like a door to another world opened in the dark. He walked over looking for the light. The light at the exit was white. At this time, he You can hear the sound of waves lapping on the shore, smell the fishy smell of the sea, hear frightened birds flapping their wings in the mountains and forests, and the long roar of deer. You can also hear the shock of thousands of horses galloping across the grassland, and sometimes you can hear the sound of the deep sea. The whale call is ethereal and long.
He took one step forward and all sounds disappeared.
Those sounds just now were all A Li's fantasy.
A Li, like Lord Yishan from Feng Wuli's hometown, is a type of mountain spirit. They belong to the mountain spirit system and are born from the weakest little monsters, Fushen.
She likes to ask passing little monsters what it's like outside.
She never gets tired of listening to the little monsters who pass by and tell stories about the outside world. Every time she listens to the stories about the outside world, she will fantasize about the outside world. But she cannot leave the mountain, so she names herself A Li, hoping that one day she can Get out of here and look outside.
As soon as Feng Wuli came out of the tunnel, a humanoid monster wearing a Chinese tunic suit rode a large 28-inch truck past him. Several short monsters were lying on the glass counter in front of a roadside shop, looking at the snacks inside. They were impatiently The fat boss waved his hand away and immediately ran away. A faceless monster holding a stack of newspapers on the street ran up to every passing monster without saying a word. If the monster asked for a newspaper, he would take one away. Suddenly, he left Jubilation could be heard some distance away at the tunnel junction.
Feng Wuli looked over there and saw a dark locomotive behind the crowd, with a bunch of monsters standing there, as if they were having a ribbon-cutting activity, setting off firecrackers and beating gongs and drums.
Clubs in various places are also known as the demon country here.
More and more monsters ran over to take a look.
It is true that a hundred demons walk at night, but there is only daytime here.
Because the sun in the sky and the blue sky and white clouds are all painted, and it is not a realistic painting style, it is painted by a master of traditional Chinese painting, giving people a sense of absurdity that has entered the landscape painting.
But at least it’s not postmodernism.
It is full of absurd scenes, but because it is so real, it is like the late 19th century version of Along the River During the Qingming Festival.
I am just the character in the painting.
In the past, there was a more famous name here - Peach Blossom Spring.
"Lord Wang Xilou, you are here."
Feng Wuli turned his head, and a girl wearing blue and white, long-sleeved and long trousers primary and secondary school uniforms with braids stood beside him at some point.
There was a piece of paper taped to the other party's forehead, with a smiling face drawn on the paper, but her own face could not be seen.
"I'm here to get something." Feng Wuli didn't intend to explain whether he was Wang Xilou or not.
Firstly, there is no need to explain, and secondly, he might as well be.
"this way please."
She led the way, and Feng Wuli walked in this strange and strange world. There were a few withered bones lying next to a thatched house on the roadside. These should be some lazy demons, but they were too lazy. They only knew how to lie down and were not even lazy to eat. After starving to death, only bones are left. Even so, all I want to do is lie down all day long.
The withered skeleton suddenly turned over.
He also scratched his butt and continued to lie down.
It made his eyes jump.
Suddenly, a yellow dog passed by, snatched one of his bones and ran away. The skeleton ran and chased after him with bones clanking all over his body.
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Every time I come here, I feel exhausted and mentally polluted.
Here, it seems normal is a fault.
All the monsters look so abnormal, even the girl in front of me looks like Sadako wearing a middle school uniform, appearing on the streets of the early 20th century in the style of landscape painting.
The feeling of fragmentation is a bit hairy.
The woman entered a house that looked like a post office, and Feng Wuli waited outside.
Suddenly, he looked to the side of the road. A child wearing a lion head was standing on the side of the road, attracting his attention.
The child was wearing human clothes and a lion's head on the roadside, playing with a group of little monsters.
But Feng Wuli could feel that although there were many monster auras wrapped around his body, the child was still a human being.
Few humans come to the club, even practitioners rarely come here. Why is there a child there?
The girl in school uniform came out, holding a mirror in her hand. Feng Wuli took it and put it into the shadow.
He asked: "Why is there a human being there?"
"It's Xiaobai."
The paper on the woman's face made a smile, and her mouth opened and closed:
"He was a child abandoned by humans. He was picked up by the adults of the club. He could see monsters. He probably behaved strangely, so he was thrown into the wild by his parents."
Feng Wuli was silent, looking at the child who was playing with a group of little monsters, playing with iron frogs and rolling hoops.
The other party may have put on the lion head of the lion dance in order to blend into the world of monsters.
The laughter looks happy.
If the reality he sees is inherently abnormal, he does not have the right to choose between normal and abnormal.
If what you see is abnormal, does that mean it is really abnormal?
