Is Onomura really a village? Obviously not.
When Mu Ziyun and the other eight people arrived at the location of Ono Village according to the map, they discovered that this prestigious small village was actually a group of tombs hidden in the mountains and forests covering an area of seven miles. But it is by no means an ordinary mass grave. Most of the tombstones have temples and ancestral halls built next to them. The deeper you go, the older these buildings become. The appearance of the inside and outside shows traces of the changes of the times, which is enough to prove that this Onomura has existed. Long.
But after a few breaths, everyone refreshed their understanding of Ono Village, because in this group of tombs located in the wild forest mountains, the smell of cooking smoke and alcohol slowly rose again. At first Mu Ziyun thought it was someone expressing condolences to his old friend, but he gradually realized something was wrong. It was clearly the sound of laughter and the sound of cups and cups being pushed. Fang Tianmu saw it most clearly. He said coldly to everyone: "It's a village. There were thousands of people.”
"A village in a cemetery? Why are there people living here?" Lingdang and Kite were quite resistant to this place. Seeing the gloomy tombstones among the grass and trees, they gave up the idea of going in and said not to take a step forward.
In desperation, only Mu Ziyun, Hu Zi, Fang Tianmu and Zhuan Wangdong walked in. But after more than ten steps, Zhuan Wangdong smiled bitterly and said with a cold sweat: "Everyone, I will retreat too, this place It's too scary, I can't stand it anymore." He also ran out quickly, but his face turned pale and he kept vomiting.
The remaining three people walked in bravely, and soon they stood on a hill. The smell of alcohol in the village became obvious, but there was something wrong with Fang Tianmu's eyes, as if they had been sprinkled with lime powder. , after a burst of burning pain, I suddenly couldn't see anything.
Fang Tianmu still said coldly in this situation: "Stop, I can't see you."
"Ah?" Mu Ziyun and Hu Zi were shocked. After a pause for two breaths, Mu Ziyun grabbed Fang Tianmu's arm and said urgently: "Get out quickly!"
"Slow down!" Fang Tianmu said coldly. He rubbed his eyes and then said, "I can see it, but it is sealed."
Huzi asked worriedly: "What evil thing is here?"
Mu Ziyun replied: "I'm afraid there are some secrets that cannot be seen clearly. Mortal eyes should not be able to see through this place." At this moment, the banquet-like voice became louder.
Huzi was stunned and said suspiciously: "Huh? Why do you feel like you are right next to me?" Sure enough, the three of them went up a small slope to the southeast. Only a dozen steps away, they could overlook a large ancestral hall at the foot of the slope. There is a large courtyard covered with stone in the hall. There are mountains and water in the courtyard, and there are more than 20 tables. Each table has a very different material and style, and hundreds of people are standing around the table. , raising a glass and drinking heavily.
These human beings are all alive, and they should all be alive, but their dressing styles are very different from those of the dozens of tables. Sometimes the two people sitting opposite each other at a table look like they are from two eras or two. two regions and two classes of human beings.
The three of them did not dare to approach easily, because the appearance of this group of people was enough to arouse suspicion. The three of them were among the best in the perception of breath and energy, but they had never been able to determine the location of the group of people in front of them. Now they are inexplicably It must be guarded against when it appears.
There are always hundreds of people with eyes that can glance at the top of the mountain. A voice from the crowd below shouts: "Hey, hey, someone is here again? Hey - friends on the slope, come down and drink!"
Hundreds of pairs of eyes looked over, and everyone was equally enthusiastic and happily greeted the three of them to come down. Unable to resist the hospitality, the three of them walked into the ancestral hall uneasily and were pushed to a black stone square table. A jade-faced young man who was about the same age as the three of them and dressed in a similar style to Zhuan Wangdong laughed at the three of them. He said: "Don't mind, I was just brought here too. We should eat, drink and have fun."
"Isn't this a cemetery?" Mu Ziyun asked softly.
The jade-faced boy was startled, then suddenly smiled and said: "You three are from far away, hey... This Xiaono Village is not a cemetery at all. Don't look at it. There are countless monuments here, but not a single dead thing is buried. Pass."
"Then these..." Huzi pointed to the ancestral hall and the tombstones outside.
Xiaosheng replied: "Have you read the words on the monument? Where are the tombstones? Many of them are written randomly, and some are clean and have nothing on them. This Xiaono Village existed in ancient times. It was originally a village where people lived, but Every few years, a stone will grow on the ground in the village. Because it looks like a tombstone, it was used as a tombstone at first. But this thing keeps appearing because it looks too much like a tombstone, and the villagers think it is unlucky. I threw them out piece by piece, but new tombstones would still appear. Even if there was no disaster in the village, people did not dare to live in it, so they moved away. There were many residents in Xiaono Village later, and it developed to In later generations, there was a generation of people who believed that this place was the treasure land of Ksitigarbha, and those stele stones were the shoulder bones of Ksitigarbha. Therefore, after their death, many famous people carved their names on a certain stele and built ancestral halls in order to pray for their descendants. Shiduofu, as soon as this started, the people who followed followed suit."
"Then what is this village used for now?" Huzi asked.
"Now, it is just a place for parties and drinking. This village belongs to us humans. No one from other races is willing to come." The young man came closer to the three of them and whispered: "I heard that this is actually a black market. On the surface, it is just a black market. They are allowed to drink, eat meat and make friends, but secretly they are exchanging things, not gold and silver. A friend of mine once had an eye-opening experience here. I just want to come and have a look in person. Take a look. Their clothes are so different, they must be from different places, and they must have treasures that they cannot sell locally."
This makes sense, but none of the three of them took action, neither drank a sip of wine nor ate a morsel of meat. Others tried to persuade me twice but to no avail, so I just ignored it and everyone went on to do their own thing.
Mu Ziyun asked about the condition of Fang Tianmu's eyes. Fang Tianmu shook his head. Huzi frowned, then made a smile to Xiaosheng and asked, "Brother, what's your surname?"
"My surname is Ji and my given name is Wuyang. I am from Handu. Do you want to leave?"
"Let's go" Mu Ziyun nodded and responded.
"See you later." Ji Wuyang nodded and replied.
The three of them quickly left the compound, but as soon as they turned around, they disappeared into the forest. They would not leave easily and had to find a way to break the evil spell on Fang Tianmu's eyes. Mu Ziyun specially walked to a tombstone and found that there was no word on the tombstone. He looked at a dozen more tombstones and found only two or three tombstones with marks on them. Most of them were random scratches and had no meaning. The three of them walked into the deep forest. The further they walked, the older the buildings became. Gradually, Mu Ziyun discovered that words began to appear on the monument.
