Yuannan Shuigao is surrounded by water on three sides. Like a delicate island, amid lush woods, it is an important dock along the river.
Shuiguo had experienced several intrusions from Jiuche Xiaoying before, and Fu Yunge and his two men could discover it when they arrived. Despite the constraints and resistance from various places, it still has a dusty color.
One of the low towers in front of the city collapsed, and one of its golden corners like ears of rice lost its symmetrical end. The ground is full of potholes. Although they have been filled in, they are still very rough, like ugly freckles.
It was a cloudy day, with a cool breeze blowing slowly through the stacked clouds. The two of them changed into casual clothes and no one noticed when they walked on the street.
It is obviously different from the previous towns. Soldiers can be seen coming and going from time to time on the streets of Fangnan Shuiguo. The residents are not as leisurely as before, but everyone has a strong or weak sense of seriousness on their faces, as if war drums are reverberating in their ears.
After walking for a long time, they could find that adult men often passed by on the streets here.
You don't need to think about it to know that this is because for safety reasons, women and children will stay at home unless necessary. Pedestrians passing by were silent, and there was a solemn atmosphere everywhere.
The wind peaks are vast, and the peaks in the distance look extremely steep among the rifle masts. Far away across the river bank, it seems that you can hear the sound of gurgling water.
Although Fu Yunge was not surprised by the scenery in front of him, he still felt a little uncomfortable. Jiuche Xiaoying makes the people here live in chaos all day long, which is really frustrating.
Lang Chenyan seemed to have a few more worries along the way. After entering Yuannan Shuigao, he looked left and right from time to time, his stiff brows lightly knitted together, and his face looked a little heavy.
The two deliberately concealed themselves so that no one would recognize them along the way. After visiting several inns, they found a place to rest and settled down temporarily.
The inn was deserted and there were very few guests. The first few have even closed down and look extremely depressed.
Most of the guest rooms in the inn were empty. The innkeeper gave these two rare guests a discount and gave them a room each.
The two of them went to their rooms to stay. Fu Yunge could smell a faint musty smell in the air. It must be because there were few people and the store owner was too lazy to clean it seriously.
Open the window and you can see the gurgling river not far away. The bright sky stretches with a pleasant color, and the green smoke drifts into the mountains on the other side.
The gentle wind blew on his cheek, and in front of him were row upon row of eaves and light sails. The leisurely scenery is quite refreshing.
But then he thought of the current situation in Yuannan Shuiguo, and his fists gradually tightened again.
He was not in the mood to continue to idle, so he turned around and opened the door and went out to look for Lang Chenyan next door.
However, when he knocked on the door of Lang Chenyan's room several times, no one answered.
Feeling strange, Fu Yunge tried it and found that the door was unlocked, and then hesitantly opened the door and peeked inside.
However, what entered his pupils next was nothing.
There were still Lang Chenyan's belongings on the bed, but Lang Chenyan was nowhere to be seen. Fu Yunge felt strange, thought about it, and decided to go out to find him.
He turned around and walked out, looking downstairs. He found no senior figure in the hall below.
Fu Yunge scratched his head and seemed to feel that Lang Chenyan... was indeed a little abnormal today.
On the other side of Yuannan Shuigao, there is a dilapidated old temple, covered with cobwebs and dust, and the scene is extremely decayed.
The broken stone statue is covered with cracks, and the cover of the altar table has been gnawed full of holes by rats. A thin light filtered through the broken window lattice, reflecting the fly ash swirling on the ground, making it look lifeless.
There are some dusty goods piled up in the corner of the old temple, hastily covered with tarpaulins, which are also covered with dust, and it seems that they have been forgotten long ago.
There are some offerings and scattered paper money scattered on the ground. I don't know if it was a little wish a few years ago, but now it has the same fate as everything here. No one seems to remember this small place. The shrine that was worshiped by people in the past has now disappeared and no one cares about it anymore.
But today, the figure who walked in slowly looked around the scene in front of him without saying a word, only a somewhat disappointed look could be seen.
The threshold had long since rotted, and the moment Lang Chenyan stepped on it, he let out a wailing "crack" sound, almost making him fall. With two staggering steps, he walked to the statue and stood staring, unsure of his thoughts.
The face of the statue has also been corroded by wind and rain, and its appearance is now indistinguishable. They are vaguely sculptures of eyes, still looking down lovingly at the guests who come here, without sadness or joy, as if they are transcending all the world.
Lang Chenyan stared at the statue, his eyes full of complexity.
One person and one stone statue, just looking at each other quietly and silently. Their eyes continued to meet each other, as if time traveled back to that day hundreds of years ago.
It was so long ago that his memory of the figure frozen in the wind and snow was blurred. But fortunately, he can still remember some impressions here, so that his past will not be completely turned into a cold shell.
This place may have been forgotten by the world. But for him, this place is always unforgettable.
This is where he used to be with Jinlan, the Zhaoye Yaodao and Mo Yindao.
Yuannan Shuiguo has experienced the dust of history, and many memories have faded under the flat mirror-like water surface. If it hadn't been for Mo Yindao's rescue, he might not be where he is today.
At that time, the two supported each other and hid here. Outside were the noisy pursuers. The two figures were extremely weak, and bright red blood flowed along the ground, staining the horrifying scene.
