It was already two hours later when Wang Changsheng and the two government officials arrived near the mansion of the county magistrate in the center of Huashi County.
It was approaching noon, but the sky above Huashi County was covered with clouds, with only a few rays of sunshine struggling to squeeze through the gaps in the clouds.
The area around the county magistrate's residence has been completely surrounded by government officials, and no one is allowed to approach.
Visible fear appeared in the eyes of these government officials, and their bodies were trembling. If the county magistrate hadn't issued a death order, they would have been the first to stay away from this place.
Wang Changsheng, led by two government officials, had just approached the place when a man with a slightly thin face and wearing an official uniform came over.
"Priest Xiao Wang, I've been waiting for you to come!"
Seeing Wang Changsheng, Magistrate Zhang was very excited. He was so pampered for a long time that he was out of breath after trotting for a while. After panting for a while, he took Wang Changsheng's hand with both hands and shook it vigorously.
"Sir Zhang, you have mercy." Wang Changsheng withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, made a bow, and then said straight to the point: "May I ask, sir, the specific situation of the situation here?"
Magistrate Zhang took a deep breath: "Now, our respected master, Taoist Master Li, and his daughter, Zhang Caili, are trapped in the mansion."
"I have sent people to try to enter it before, but in the end there was no news."
"I have no choice but to ask Taoist Master Xiao Wang to come down."
After listening to Magistrate Zhang's story, Wang Changsheng frowned and asked, "Master Zhang, did your beloved have any special experiences before she fell into coma?"
"A special encounter?" Magistrate Zhang carefully recalled: "Not long ago, my daughter went out for a parade to relax. After returning, she looked like she was distracted, and she often muttered the two words "E'er, E'er" Soon after, he fell into a slumber."
"E'er? Do you know which word it is specifically?" Wang Changsheng's eyes narrowed.
"I don't know." Magistrate Zhang sighed: "After the little girl fell into coma, I sent people to explore along the route of her parade, trying to find people or things related to the pronunciation of "E'er", but nothing was found. In the end I had no choice but to give up.”
"Is that so..." Wang Changsheng nodded, then turned around and looked at the eerily silent mansion not far away.
It has been nearly two days since Li Laodao entered this place. If he continues to delay, he may have no chance of survival.
Although the possibility of survival now is not great.
"Priest Xiao Wang, here is the map of the mansion and the portrait of my daughter that I asked people to rush to make. Take a look."
"Oh." Wang Changsheng's eyes moved, he took the map and portrait, and looked at them carefully.
The layout of the county magistrate's residence, from south to north, is the gate, courtyard, nave, backyard, master bedroom, and east and west wings distributed on the left and right, each with three corridors.
As for the person in the portrait, the artist only used a few strokes to outline a young and extremely young girl.
After carefully scanning every inch and corner of the map and the girl's appearance in the portrait, Wang Changsheng rolled up the two things and put them away.
"call……"
After taking a deep breath, Wang Changsheng took off the mahogany sword from his back, held it in one hand, and headed towards the mansion.
"Priest Xiao Wang, you must be careful."
Magistrate Zhang's voice came from behind him, and Wang Changsheng raised his left hand and waved it to express his understanding.
Standing in front of the gate of the mansion, from his angle, he could only see the withered and yellow front courtyard inside, but he couldn't see more of it clearly.
"If you want to find Li Laodao and the county magistrate's daughter Zhang Caili, you have to go deep into the mansion."
Wang Changsheng felt solemn in his heart.
Although after upgrading the [Taoist] profession, possessing aura, and initially unlocking the [Earth Evil Dao Fruit-Sword Skill], he is no longer powerless, but he really has to face a possible monster. He was still a little panicked.
After all, it's the first time.
But it's no good if she doesn't go. Zhang Caili, the daughter of the county magistrate, is second to none, and mainly her original master Li Laodao. If no one can rescue her, she will really send her away.
No matter what, the original person was kind to him, and he couldn't just sit back and ignore it.
I just had to bite the bullet.
"call……"
Taking a deep breath, Wang Changsheng stepped forward and stepped into the door.
The moment you walked into the mansion, you felt like you were walking through a wall of fog, as if a pair of invisible pale fingers were brushing across your body, making your skin crawl.
In an instant, the scenery in front of Wang Changsheng changed drastically.
The courtyard, which looked only slightly yellow from the outside, now turned gray. The grass, flowers, potted plants, and even the floor tiles and walls that were dead objects all turned pale gray, as if all life had been drained away.
Wang Changsheng moved his eyes upward and saw the gray sky. At this moment, the sun completely disappeared.
Such a completely different drastic change made Wang Changsheng have an incredible thought: Am I in another world?
Wang Changsheng shook his head and thought no more. He clenched the mahogany sword in his hand and observed the surroundings for a while. After finding nothing out of the ordinary, he cautiously walked along the gravel road in the courtyard.
In the quiet environment and withered gardens, Wang Changsheng tensed up his nerves every step he took, fearing that a monster would suddenly appear from some unnoticed corner.
But his worries were obviously unnecessary.
Nothing happened until he reached the end of the courtyard.
The nave area behind the courtyard was filled with a light white mist.
Wang Changsheng carefully pierced the peach wood sword into the white mist, observed it for a while, and after confirming that the white mist was not "harmful", he stepped into it.
"Huhu..."
The light wind blew past my ears, causing the white mist to flow slowly.
In the white mist, the visibility was frighteningly low. One meter away was a vast expanse of white. The only thing that Wang Changsheng could identify the direction of was the gravel road extending forward under his feet.
One step, two steps, three steps...
Wang Changsheng used his own step distance to judge the direction he was at at the moment. When he silently counted the "ninth step" in his mind, suddenly, a faint voice came from the white mist.
"Sir, can you give me a hand?"
Wang Changsheng's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he immediately turned his head to the direction from which the sound came - to the left front.
But the moment he turned his head, the wind was surging around him and the white mist was billowing endlessly, forcing him to close his eyes and raise his hands to protect his eyes in order to prevent the strong wind from scratching his eyes.
When he felt that the surroundings had returned to calm, he opened his tightly closed eyes, and the sight that came into his eyes made him slightly startled.
At this moment, he was standing on a steep mountain road. Next to him was a cliff shrouded in smoke that could not be seen to the bottom.
The scenery in the mountains was so cold that the Taoist robe on Wang Changsheng's body rustled.
Not only that, there was a bamboo basket at his feet.
Wang Changsheng looked intently and saw a big white goose sitting quietly in a bamboo basket, looking up at him.
Their eyes met, and he had an inexplicable feeling that he was looking at him.
At this moment, a voice came from the front of the mountain road.
"Sir, can you give me a hand?"
It was that voice just now!
Wang Changsheng's expression tightened and he quickly looked up.
At the corner of the mountain road, where the white mist retreated, a scholar with his back to him sat slumped on the ground, gently rubbing his ankle with his right hand.
