Chapter 749
Bai Liang was speechless, with green light shining out of his empty eyes, and he stopped Xiao Zhan in a flash. Without waiting for Xiao Zhan to say anything, he knocked Xiao Zhan unconscious, and then carried Xiao Zhan on his way quickly.
I don't know how long it took, but Xiao Zhan opened his eyes.
At this time, Bai Liang was taking him through a small town.
On the right is a row of gray dead trees, which grow crookedly and have no leaves.
Next to the dead wood is a small river less than three meters wide. The dark river water is as sticky as asphalt, bubbling constantly, and emitting an unpleasant smell.
On the left, there is a row of low stone houses, and from time to time you can see some figures wearing ragged clothes inside.
Bai Liang put Xiao Zhan down and lowered his voice:
"We are about to arrive at the Zhenyuan Marquis' Mansion. Don't run away. You will die if you mess around here."
Xiao Zhan looked at the figures in the low stone houses next to him, frowned and asked:
"Who are these people?"
"These," Bai Liang said matter-of-factly:
"These are refugees."
Xiao Zhan frowned tightly, "What is a refugee?"
"That's it..." Bai Liang thought for a moment, "For example, if you survive, the children you have with others in the future will become refugees if they are unable to practice and cannot leave the Netherworld."
Xiao Zhan was surprised, "What if they die?"
Bai Liang shook his head and said:
"I don't know either."
Xiao Zhan didn't ask any more questions and followed Bai Liang through this area. There were more and more stone houses in front of him, and they were getting taller and taller.
Slowly, a street market appeared ahead.
Bai Liang told Xiao Zhan that although these refugees, also known as refugees, cannot practice cultivation, they still have to fight for their background.
The more powerful the elders are, the better stone houses they can live in. For example, in this street market, most of the people living there are the descendants of the servants in the Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion.
Passing through the street market, a huge courtyard appeared in front.
The courtyard has a high black wall, and a black plaque hangs on the gray-brown gate with the four characters "Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion" engraved on it.
At this time, there were two burly men standing at the gate.
Bai Liang led Xiao Zhan to the two of them, smiled and said:
"You two gentlemen, I have sent someone to the Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion."
The two men looked at Xiao Zhan expressionlessly, then nodded, indicating that they could stay.
Bai Liang lowered his voice and said in Xiao Zhan's ear:
"Even the handymen in the Zhenyuan Marquis' Mansion are much better than me. If you be careful, you might still have a slight chance of surviving."
After saying that, Bai Liang turned around and left with the black sickle on his shoulder.
The two men guarding the gate of Zhenyuan Hou Mansion did not look at Xiao Zhan again.
After a while, a middle-aged man wearing a black robe came out.
The middle-aged man glanced at Xiao Zhan and asked directly:
"The Bone City sent you here alone?"
Xiao Zhan nodded and said nothing.
The middle-aged man didn't ask any more questions, and took Xiao Zhan to the Zhenyuan Hou Mansion.
Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion was very large and there were many people inside. Xiao Zhan followed the middle-aged man for most of an hour and saw at least a thousand people.
But almost no one spoke, and there was dead silence in the Hou Mansion.
The middle-aged man led Xiao Zhan through the entire Hou Mansion to the courtyard at the back.
There is a row of low stone houses in this courtyard.
The middle-aged man pointed to a stone house marked "Nine" and said:
"You live here first, and I will come to you when I need you."
After saying that, the middle-aged man turned around and left.
Xiao Zhan looked at the other stone houses with confusion on his face.
Only the stone houses marked "Six", "Seven" and "Eight" had people in them, and they all looked like they were dying.
In the stone house No. 6 was a skinny old man, lying on the ground of the stone house, looking like he was dying.
In the stone house No. 7, there was a young man with a pale face. Although he was sitting cross-legged, he looked very weak.
Only a woman in Stone House No. 8 opened her eyes and looked towards Xiao Zhan.
This woman is very young, wearing gray linen clothes, but it can't hide her slender figure. Her delicate face is full of sadness and sadness, and her eyes are particularly melancholy.
Xiao Zhan looked at her, and she looked at Xiao Zhan.
After hesitating for a moment, the woman walked out of the stone house, looked at Xiao Zhan and said:
"May I have your name?"
Xiao Zhan shook his head, "I can't remember."
The woman said "Oh" and looked at Xiao Zhan again.
Xiao Zhan was still wearing the tattered black shirt at this time, and he could see the bloody wounds on his body.
The woman asked curiously:
"How did you die?"
Xiao Zhan shook his head.
Although he lost his memory, he recalled the last scene.
That was when he grabbed a golden sword, and then a black beam of light fell from the sky, enveloping him, and then he came here inexplicably.
In other words, he should not be dead.
Seeing that Xiao Zhan was confused, the woman sighed softly and said slowly:
"My name is Lin Xiaoyu."
Xiao Zhan frowned, "Why do you remember your name?"
Lin Xiaoyu said truthfully:
"I didn't remember it originally. It was the Marquis who helped me regain some memories."
Xiao Zhan was a little surprised, "Didn't you say that Mr. Hou has a weird temper and was sent here to escape death? Why does he want to help you restore your memory?"
Lin Xiaoyu shook her head, "I was sent here for more than a hundred years."
"Every few years, Mr. Marquis will ask someone to take me there to help me recover a little bit of my memory."
"As for what the Marquis wants to do, I don't know."
Xiao Zhan pointed to the old man in Stone House No. 6 and the young man in Stone House No. 7, "Where are they two?"
Lin Xiaoyu shook his head, "When I was sent here, the two of them were already like this."
"The old man is dying."
"The man in room seven probably won't live long either."
Xiao Zhan frowned.
"You said you have been here for more than a hundred years?"
"Yes," Lin Xiaoyu said softly while walking towards Stone House No. 8:
"You can't leave this small courtyard, otherwise you will end up badly."
Xiao Zhan originally wanted to ask for some more news, but saw Lin Xiaoyu sitting down cross-legged again.
"What are you doing?"
Lin Xiaoyu shook her head, "Do nothing, wait for the Marquis to summon you, or... wait for death."
The brief conversation with Lin Xiaoyu made Xiao Zhan feel a little irritable.
Because he has probably come to a conclusion now.
That's...he's trapped here. Z.br>
Xiao Zhan walked into the stone house numbered "Nine" and sat down cross-legged, closing his eyes and trying to find some memories in his mind.
But whenever he tries to remember, his head hurts terribly.
Time passed little by little.
There is no distinction between day and night in this world, and the sky is always gray.
I don't know how long it took, but the middle-aged man who brought Xiao Zhan in came outside the No. 8 stone house.
Lin Xiaoyu from Stone House No. 8 came out, bowed and saluted the middle-aged man, and then followed the middle-aged man away.
After about a few hours, the middle-aged man came back with Lin Xiaoyu.
It's just that Lin Xiaoyu staggered, became weaker, and her eyes became bleaker. She lay down on the ground as soon as she entered the stone house.
The middle-aged man looked at Xiao Zhan and said in a deep voice:
"you
follow me. "
Xiao Zhan stood up slowly and followed the middle-aged man after walking out of the stone house.
The middle-aged man took Xiao Zhan to the Zhenyuan Marquis' Mansion for a long time, and then came to the outside of a main hall.
There was a strong sense of oppression in the hall, causing Xiao Zhan to take a step back subconsciously.
The middle-aged man saw Xiao Zhan's reaction in his eyes, and a flash of surprise flashed across his face.
Marquis Zhenyuan was in the main hall. With the terrifying aura of the Marquis, he, the housekeeper of the Marquis Mansion, retreated ten meters away when he first came, but the boy in front of him only took one step back.
The butler withdrew his gaze and said respectfully to the hall:
"Master Marquis, I've brought you here."
"Come in," a deep and majestic voice came from the hall.
The butler then led Xiao Zhan into the main hall.
Only then did Xiao Zhan see a table more than ten meters long placed against the east wall of the hall. The table was now filled with messy papers and bamboo slips.
A middle-aged man wearing black embroidered gold silk with auspicious cloud patterns was sitting behind the table, looking down at a roll of bamboo slips in his hand.
Behind the middle-aged man, there is a whole wall of bookshelves with a large number of ancient books and bamboo slips neatly placed on them.
The middle-aged man raised his head and glanced at Xiao Zhan.
Xiao Zhan also looked at the Zhenyuan Marquis.
Before coming, Xiao Zhan had already imagined what the Zhenyuan Marquis looked like. He might be like the Skeleton King in Bone City, standing hundreds of feet tall and with a green face and fangs.
But the Marquis Zhenyuan in front of him seemed to be an ordinary person, with elegant appearance and deep eyes.
The butler bowed and exited the hall.
Xiao Zhan stood more than ten meters away from Zhenyuan Hou and kept looking at Zhenyuan Hou.
