Yun Tianfeng tried to release his spiritual consciousness, trying to keep his head under the quilt, but his eyes were on the entire room or even the entire inn.
But as soon as he made a move, Yun Tianfeng had to stop immediately.
He discovered that once his soul consciousness left his body, he would instantly feel an indescribable amount of malice.
This malice is invisible, but it fills the entire city, everywhere, vast and terrifying.
He had a hunch that if he took back his soul consciousness a little slower, unimaginable misfortune would probably happen.
At the same time, Wang Quan, who was at the peak of the fourth level of martial arts, also felt it. Although he could not achieve the same level of spiritual consciousness as Yun Tianfeng, he could amplify his own perception to the extreme.
This is something that even Yun Tianfeng cannot do, due to his short time to break through the realm and his lack of experience.
"Master, I feel that there are countless people gathering around the inn downstairs, surrounding the entire inn, but I still can't hear any footsteps. I wonder if it's an illusion." Wang Quan no longer spoke casually, but changed Used the method of sound transmission into the secret.
As his words fell, as if the city was responding or otherwise, sporadic footsteps began to appear in the dark corridor of the inn.
The footsteps were very light, very few at first, but as time passed, in just a few minutes, the footsteps became heavier and more numerous, giving the impression that there were dozens or hundreds of people strolling down the corridor of the inn. .
"Sir, have you heard it? There are more and more, and there are only footsteps, no breathing or heartbeat." Wang Quan's hair stood on end, and his scalp was numb from nervousness. It was so weird.
Yun Tianfeng's head was still buried in the quilt. He did not believe that there were ghosts in the world. Master once said that the ancients began to practice in order to find the truth in the world. The path of practice is also the path of truth. This is a kind of exploration of heaven and earth. The so-called ghosts in the human world are not in this category.
According to the spiritual world, human death is characterized by the separation of the soul and the body, but the soul of the deceased is not a ghost. They are two different things.
But now, even he can clearly feel the movement outside the house. If it is not a ghost, how can a person move freely without breathing and heartbeat?
In the next room, three women were hugging each other under the quilt. Even if there was great force during the day, they were still uneasy and extremely scared at this moment.
But no matter what, the people in the two rooms will not be too rash. They will remember the rules on the stone tablet outside the city and will not violate them. They are all waiting to see what happens.
At this moment, if anyone can overlook the entire ancient city from the sky, they will be shocked to find that at night, all inhabited houses in the entire ancient city have their doors opened, and all the residents are like ghosts looking towards the two different houses in the east and west of the city. The inn was crowded around, and it was so dense that it made people feel numb.
At the same time, more than half of the rooms in the inn in the other direction of the city were occupied by tourists. They were the sacrifices of the Shanhe Gang escorted by Yi Jue himself.
At this moment, two men were lying on the spacious bed in one of the rooms. They were sleeping normally with their heads outside the quilt, but they were awakened by the sound in the corridor.
They are all prisoners who have been kept in the carriage under supervision. They have never seen the stone monument at the entrance to the city, and no one has informed them of the rules here. They have already violated the taboo at this moment.
"Who is sneaking around outside and preventing people from sleeping?"
One of the men had the courage to shout loudly, while the other man quietly got up, picked up the wooden stool beside the bed and came to the door. His eyes were fixed on the door of the guest room. As long as anyone dared to push the door open at this time, When he comes in, the stool in his hand will be greeted regardless.
But at this moment, as soon as the shouting and questioning stopped, all the footsteps outside the house disappeared instantly, and the entire inn fell into deathly silence again.
The man on the bed was shocked and confused. He called softly to the man holding a wooden stool behind the door, wanting to know what was going on. However, no matter how many times he called, there was no response in the darkness.
He was frightened. He carefully got out of bed and walked towards the door in the dark. He took out the fire stick he brought with him and lit it. With the weak firelight, he only saw a wooden stool lying alone on the ground behind the door. As for living with him, The person in the same room has long since disappeared.
"Gulu"
The man swallowed hard, his hands and feet began to shake. He put his ear against the door, but couldn't hear anything. He was frightened. After thinking about it, he quickly turned around and walked towards the bed. Maybe only Wrapping him in a quilt can give him a sense of security.
But obviously, for him, this is more deadly.
Although those strange movements disappeared in the corridor outside the house, they reappeared under his bed.
It felt to him as if there were many people crawling slowly under his bed, which made him afraid to take a breath.
Strong fear came over him, shrouding his heart. The light on the fire folding plate was his only support and courage at this moment, but it also suddenly went out.
He was frightened. He clutched the quilt with both hands and closed his eyes tightly. But this time it was even worse. After closing his eyes, he heard someone moving around the whole room, very close to his bed. Close, very close.
He even felt the cold breath blowing on his face, and various terrifying scenes appeared in his imagination. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and the pants hidden under the quilt became wet.
The man, who was extremely nervous, finally couldn't bear it anymore and screamed "Ah".
But his scream did not echo in the inn, but appeared in a hut in a residential area of the city.
Immediately afterwards, the door of the small cabin that was originally closed was opened from the inside, and the man who was frightened in the inn floated out without touching his feet. His eyes were lifeless, he had no breathing, and no heartbeat. He seemed to have The guidance in the dark made him drift slowly towards the nearest inn.
Similar scenes appeared in most rooms of the inn where the Shanhe Gang stayed. The people inside disappeared one after another out of thin air, and then became the aborigines of the city, which became another kind of weirdness.
Only the members of the Shanhe Gang, who had been warned early in the morning, followed the rules and buried their heads under the quilt. They just didn't show up regardless of the huge movement and avoided misfortune.
It was an extremely difficult night. When the sky was bright in the morning, the ghosts wandering in the city first silently returned to their homes, and then they became like normal people. Their eyes were still numb, but they were a little more agile than at night, barely. Like a living person, he started to breathe and have a heartbeat. He opened the door and started his day's life.
Chengxi Inn, Yuntianfeng and the other two stood on the street outside the inn, feeling completely different from when they first arrived.
When we entered the city last night, it was deathly quiet, but now, it was extremely noisy.
The sound of forging came from a small room opposite the inn. Everyone looked carefully and saw an old man with a beard inside, with an expressionless face, beating a black piece of iron on the forge. Every time the hammer dropped, there was a sound of " There was a banging sound, accompanied by sparks. The old man seemed tireless and was always beating at a uniform speed.
Next to the blacksmith shop was a breakfast shop, which was open at the moment. It seemed to sell steamed buns, but when the steamer was untied, there was a strange thing with black smoke inside. However, some nearby residents walked over numbly, and one person He picked up one and swallowed it in two or two mouths, and left without paying.
"Why does it feel like the day is scarier than the night?"
Jiang Chuyao and Murong Yu, who were usually bold, tightened their bodies and turned pale.
None of them could fall asleep last night. They were all nervous and frightened. But during the day, what they saw was even more incredible.
At this moment, Yun Tianfeng saw an ancient well covered with black moss. Standing beside it was a skinny resident. In his hand was a broken wooden bucket, which he threw into the well again and again, and then pulled the rope. Pulling it out, the black liquid flowed on the ground along the crack of the barrel, and turned into black smoke and evaporated. When the man saw that the barrel was still empty, he threw the barrel into the well again, repeating the cycle tirelessly. Like an endless loop.
"Look at that guy."
Suddenly, Wang Quan spoke and pointed to the other end of the street.
Everyone looked along and saw that the street over there was actually the same as here. There were also some residents who seemed to be alive but seemed to be dead moving around in some inexplicable trajectory.
Jiang Chuyao and Murong Yu looked puzzled. They couldn't tell what Wang Quan meant, so they became even more nervous.
Yun Mingxue and Yun Tianfeng frowned at the same time. Together with Wang Quan, the three of them looked at each other, then took the horses with Murong Yu and Jiang Chuyao and stepped forward to approach.
Wang Quan is talking about a man dressed like a farmer. At this moment, this man is walking quickly. He seems to be in a hurry, but his feet are not touching the ground, his face is expressionless, and his eyes are dull. He is no different from other residents. big.
Jiang Chuyao was confused: "Brother Wang, what's wrong with this person?"
"This man's clothes are different from others. If you look carefully, he is wearing fabrics and styles that are common among the people of the Yunxia Dynasty, while everyone else in the city is all dressed in black."
The person who answered Jiang Chuyao was not Wang Quan, but Yun Tianfeng.
"This person is probably a commoner who was captured by the Shanhe Gang like Wang Xiaoliu. He is also a so-called sacrifice. If we follow him, we may have clues."
At this moment, everyone who had been chasing Wang Xiaoliu was diverted in an instant. Most of their weirdness and nervousness towards the city had dissipated, and they just followed the farmer openly and gradually towards the central area of the ancient city.
"Several more people wearing the clothes of the people of the Yunxia Dynasty appeared. They were going in the same direction as the farmers, and they were all going to the same place."
This time, even Murong Yu noticed something was wrong. People wearing obviously different clothes appeared one after another from different areas. At a rough count, there were already seventy or eighty people.
