Guitou looked like he had taken a powerful tonic, showing an expression of unfinished longing.
Then, it shook its huge head and glanced at Yan Yun lightly, as if looking at a dead person.
The beating firelight is projected on the surface of the bulging eyeballs of the head, illuminating a dark and bottomless abyss, where there are mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and rivers of blood...
Yan Yun's heart sank, and an oppressive force that he could not resist came over, making it difficult for him to breathe, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
He held the dagger in his backhand and considered whether to recite the nine-character mantra shown in the kit again to avoid ghost heads, when the black flag on the ground spontaneously ignited without fire.
The ferocious face of the ghost with green face and fangs was distorted and transformed, its outline was indistinguishable, and it turned into a puff of blue smoke without a trace.
For a long time, Yan Yun stood motionless. This was the first time in his life that he felt what real fear was.
He put the dagger into the sheath and was about to turn around to leave when he saw the corpse hanging on the wall and suddenly felt something was wrong.
Although the dead eunuch did not answer the questions raised by Yan Yun, if he did not answer, the answer would not be completely missing, and some clues could also be found.
First, he was a close minister of King Jiang Zhou of Yu, and he was loyal to his master. Even if he was attacked by a sword, he did not betray his master.
Second, before he died, he said that Yan Yun's blood was rich and could be smelled from far away, and he would not die well. In other words, there was more than one ghost that harmed the people, and Yan Yun needed to be more careful.
Third, it is not ruled out that these ghosts causing trouble everywhere are appointed by Jiang Zhou, but it is unknown whether Jiang Zhou directly commanded them or if they have other hidden agendas.
The answer will eventually be obtained, but Yan Yun needs to work hard to find it without fear of life and death.
Of course, Yan Yun will not give up, because this personal experience has confirmed that the rumors of haunting are true, and this indicates that the unintentional words of Rui Litou are likely to become true.
Yan Yun even thought about the Qiang people's uncharacteristic fighting methods and the death of countless young people from Qiang and Dayu caused by the war between the two countries. Is it also related to everything that happened in the royal city?
Once the news of Yan Yun's killing of ghosts spreads, Yan Yun will face a great threat and will move from the dark to the light, which is not conducive to the investigation.
Yan Yun had to make a quick decision. Once the people from the area and the surrounding areas became impatient and rushed over, it would be too late.
So Yan Yun pulled out the arrows from the mummy, and the shriveled corpse fell softly to the ground.
Yan Yun put the iron bow in the hands of the mummy, hung the quiver on its back, and took out the token from his waist and hung it in its corresponding position. As for the war horse, iron mace, iron spear, etc., Yan Yun also abandoned them. No matter what, he only took away the clothes and money that Zoe had sewn for him, and faked a scene of "Li Daitao stiffness".
The iron spear, iron mace and strong bow were made by Yan Yun with great efforts, and he was really reluctant to give them up. However, in order not to alarm others, and to create the illusion that he was dead, he had no choice but to give up. It was really a last resort.
Then, Yan Yun rekindled the extinguished areas in the house, and the raging fire once again broke out at night, lighting up the nearby sky.
Yu Li and other villagers in the village were holding rakes, hoes and other farm tools, watching from a distance. Yu Li did not forget to brag about how brave the official was.
In the forest behind the village, Yan Yun walked to a lush area and changed his clothes. He took out an ear-covering hat from his bag and put it on. Finally, he grabbed some mud from the ground and smeared it on his face and clothes. place, disguised as a run-down house, and left quietly.
Early in the morning, the magistrate of Fuyuan County came to Zhoujia Village under the escort of the government officials. After some investigation, he came to the conclusion that the official named Yuantai was dead and was burned beyond recognition. Even the token was burned. None of the writing on it can be read clearly.
Rui Litou was disappointed and cried bitterly. Of course, he was not crying for Yanyun, but for his uncle Li Zheng.
At this time, Yan Yun had already mixed with a group of people selling vegetables and meat, standing in line not far from the gate of the royal city, waiting for the city gate officials to interrogate him before entering the royal city.
Among the people queuing up were porters, barbers, merchants, handicraftsmen, etc., and it was a chaotic mess.
The city gatekeeper asked without any expression: "What is your surname, where are you from, and why are you in the city?"
Yan Yun hooked up his waist and pretended to be afraid of the cold, and replied: "Zhou Tai, a common man, is from Zhoujia Village, Heyuan County. The village was haunted last night, so I came to Wangcheng overnight, so I'm going to hide for a while."
The crowd around him suddenly became lively after hearing Yan Yun's words. Some people said that it was no wonder Yan Yun was in such a mess. Others asked how many people had died in the village. How lucky was he for such a big man to escape with his life.
Yan Yun could only respond in panic, saying that there was a fire in the village at that time, and someone was shouting that there was a ghost, so he ran away alone. In panic, he fell in the field and did not arrive at Wangcheng until dawn.
After a simple question, the city gatekeeper ignored Yan Yun and moved on to the next one. The entire verification process was sloppy, as if it was just a formality. Yan Yun's name was not written on the registration book. He only made a check and recorded it. number.
When Yan Yun entered through the city gate, he even skipped the routine body search, and the soldiers standing on both sides became mere decorations.
This was unimaginable two years ago!
Of course, the soul-sucking ghosts come from the Royal City Palace. There is no need to strictly check the idlers who enter the Royal City. On the contrary, it hinders the ghosts' opportunity to harvest human lives.
Yan Yun sneered in his heart. After following the flow of people into the city, he followed them blindly for a while and entered a large market.
Although the people of the royal city are shrouded in the cloud of death, life must go on, so there are many people moving around in the market, shouting and shouting, and there are a lot of pedestrians coming and going. However, some stalls are empty and full of dust, as if they have not been opened for a long time. reason.
This is the largest market in the royal city. The rental fee for stalls is expensive. It used to be difficult to find a stall, but now there are vacancies. I don’t know if the original stall owner has been sucked out of his soul, or if the business is not as good as before.
Apart from normal business, there was little communication between people, and there was not even any laughter.
Yan Yun had been away for two years and stood in a busy city, but he could see the desolation contained in it at a glance.
Yan Yun shuttled among the crowd for a while, and even if someone was following him, he had already escaped. With his familiarity with the terrain, he passed through a small alley. After a while, the scene in front of him changed. He was already standing on a stone road. Paved smooth street front.
The street is named "Zhengxi", and the name of this street is engraved with the Yan family's immortal contributions to the dynasty.
Even in winter, the place is still lined with green trees. Behind the trees, there are rows of pavilions, carved dragons and painted buildings.
Without exception, the walls of these houses are all covered with yellow talismans, which have turned white and discolored, and some are even dilapidated.
Obviously these talismans failed to protect the residents here, so no one maintained them until they were forgotten.
Yan Yun has been to Zhengxi Street many times. Those lofts include the top restaurants, restaurants, teahouses, casinos, etc. in the royal city...
There is a place called "Yihongyuan" that Yan Yun remembers deeply, because every time he passed by this place, the housekeeper would always forbid him to stop and watch. If he disobeyed, he would threaten to complain to his wife.
In fact, Yan Yun didn't want to go in to find out. He just found it interesting. Those young women dressed in gorgeous clothes leaned on the carved railings, tied a red ball with a ribbon, and smashed it on the heads of passers-by. Or play a pipa or a ditty, which is quite talented. Of course, from time to time, people would be thrown out with their hands and feet raised by the watchers, causing passers-by to burst into laughter.
"We are selling steamed buns, freshly delivered steamed buns..."
The shout, with a hint of usual laziness, came from in front of the first floor of Yihong Courtyard. It was abrupt and surprising.
