Li Qiang hurriedly withdrew his hand and rubbed his numb wrist that had been caught. Looking down, he saw that his wrist had been pinched with purple bruises.

Now that he had been let go, Li Qiang planned to take a few steps back, get off the single-plank bridge, and make way for the old mother-in-law.

But as soon as she took a step, the old woman said to Li Qiang:

"Yin and Yang set, only once a year, only allowed to enter and exit once, if you go down from this bridge, it is equivalent to walking a round trip, and there will be no chance to go back this year......"

Li Qiang was stunned for a moment and quickly stopped. If Li Qiang got off the bridge from the front, it would be equivalent to returning to the Yang Realm, so this time it would be in vain.

But Li Qiang hasn't found the tears of this dream demon yet. But if he didn't go down, he couldn't make way for the old woman, so for a while, Li Qiang was at a loss and stood on the bridge in a daze.

"Come on, Li Qiangdu, you go back......"

The old woman said slowly, reaching out and lifting the lid of the other barrel.

Looking down, the noodles were empty.

"You sit in this barrel, Li Qiang took it and turned around, didn't he transfer you over?"

Her tone was soothing, and she spoke slowly. Although this is indeed a method, but this old woman is skinny, and she is already swaying just by carrying the burden, if you add Li Qiang, I don't know if she can bear it.

But there was no other way, not to mention that she didn't look like an ordinary person.

Li Qiang looked at her face again, hesitated slightly, and thought in his heart, there must be something strange in this strange place.

Since you are here, there is no reason to retreat, no matter what you think, you have to achieve your goal.

So Li Qiang raised his leg and stepped into the empty barrel. Crouch down and curl up in it.

With a click, the old woman closed the lid. Immediately it became pitch black in the barrel.

Li Qiang closed his eyes and felt that the barrel should have been carried. Immediately afterwards, Li Qiang rushed to the rotation of the barrel and listened carefully to the whirring wind.

This can't help but remind Li Qiang of a similar scene more than ten years ago, when Li Qiang sat in Chen Hao's wooden box and left Liujia Town with Li Qiang.

The whirring sound became louder and louder, as if there was a gust of wind blowing outside, and then there was a sound of stormy waves, which rumbled and shook Li Qiang's eardrums.

Li Qiang couldn't help but feel a burst of dizziness, and his throat tightened, as if he was about to vomit.

So Li Qiang endured it vigorously.

But in the haze, Li Qiang seemed to see a figure, dangling in front of Li Qiang's eyes.

It was a seven or eight-year-old child, and he turned his back to Li Qiang, and Li Qiang couldn't see his appearance clearly......

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Maybe Li Qiang hallucinated in the high-speed rotation, so Li Qiang didn't know why he saw this child. But from his back, Li Qiang felt very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere but couldn't remember.

In the blink of an eye, the rotation of the barrel stopped, and it fell to the ground with a clatter.

The lid of the barrel was lifted, and a dim light shone in.

Li Qiang stood up, the space in the barrel was too narrow, and just this moment of hard work made Li Qiang's back ache.

"It's here, come out...... This time you'll find what you're looking for......"

The old woman said slowly.

Li Qiang climbed out of the barrel, looked up and looked ahead, and sure enough, as she said, Li Qiang had already turned around.

In front of Li Qiang was still that confused cloud. Those fox demons were looking at Li Qiang with nervous faces.

Li Qiang turned around and bowed to the old woman,

"Thank you mother-in-law for your advice, what do you call you?"

"Li Qiang's surname is Meng, and he specializes in selling soup on this bridge......"

"Meng Po, is this the Nai He Bridge?"

The fox demons exclaimed, and quickly turned their heads to look at the single-plank bridge, only to find that there was indeed a wooden sign at the head of the bridge, and the three words written on it were written in red paint - Nahe Bridge.

This yin and yang bazaar is indeed a strange place.

Li Qiang looked up at the clouds and mist in front of him, raised his leg and walked in again. Those fox demons also followed closely behind Li Qiang.

Let Li Qiang pass through the clouds and mist again, and when he looked up and looked ahead, he found that everything had changed.

The original bustling crowd was gone, and it seemed empty. Only in the middle of this empty bazaar is a stall.

A reddish cloth was spread on the ground, and a fist-sized jar was placed on it. Behind sat a young child, who looked like he was two or three years old at most.

Li Qiang tentatively leaned over, squatted down, and asked the child softly:

"What are you selling?"

"Dream Demon's Tears ......"

"Dream Demon's Tears ......"

The fox demons behind them let out an exclamation, but they quickly shut their mouths.

They also feel that what is in front of them is extraordinary, so they must be careful not to make any mistakes.

"How much does this can cost?"

Since it is a bazaar, it is necessary to follow the rules of the bazaar, there are buying and selling, and there are inquiries and questions.

"20,000 Stygian ......"

He replied softly, a little immature in his voice.

Li Qiang stretched out his hand and touched it in his arms, grabbed out the two piles of dark coins that Mr. Bai had left for dinner in Li Qiang's restaurant, and reached out and handed them to the child.

"The money is for you, this can of Li Qiang has bought ......"

The kid took the money and counted it, took out two and handed them back to Li Qiang's hand.

"Too much, I don't need these ......"

Li Qiang stuffed it back again,

"Li Qiang doesn't usually need this money, so I'll just give it to you......"

The kid nodded and didn't say anything polite to Li Qiang, and put all the dark coins in his arms. There was a hint of joy on his face.

He picked up the four corners of the red cloth on the ground and wrapped it directly with the jar. He held it up with both hands and handed it to Li Qiang, and Li Qiang took the jar carefully and looked at it carefully, no matter how it looked, it looked like the urn of the crematorium.

The purpose of this trip has finally been achieved, and the dream demon's tears have arrived.

Li Qiang turned around and looked back, but found that the four fox demons had disappeared without knowing when.

The courtyard of the Yin-Yang Bazaar was not too big, and the place as far as the eye could see was empty, and there was no shadow of a person.

Li Qiang called a few times, but no one answered.

But at this moment, the clouds and mist behind him surged, making a dashing wind sound.

A gust of wind blew in the bazaar, blowing the sand on the ground and hitting the face with pain.

It seemed that it was about to disperse, so Li Qiang had no choice but to get up and pass through the clouds and mist, and leave quickly.

But when Li Qiang had been crossing the Nai He Bridge, walked out of the door, and returned to the three towers, he still didn't see the figures of those fox demons.

I looked left and right for a while, but I still didn't find anything.

Where the hell have these guys gone?

There is no need for Li Qiang, who is blind in the black light, to wait here, after all, they are demons, and their thinking may be different from ordinary people.

So Li Qiang walked out of the wall of the three towers and came to the side of the motorcycle.

Put the jar in the pocket that straddles the motorcycle. Turned over and got on, and started the car.

The white light of the headlights shone far away at once, and it was especially conspicuous in the dim night. With the sound of a rumbling engine, Li Qiang rode up the road where he came.

It's better to go back than when you came, and many people have experienced this phenomenon.

In the blink of an eye, he returned to the Juxianzhuang Hotel.

was about to turn over and get out of the car, but by the light of the light, he found that the hotel in front of him looked even more dilapidated than when Li Qiang came.

The door was damaged, and the planks and door shafts were scattered haphazardly. The signboard that was originally hung horizontally on the door was also covered with a thick layer of dust and cobwebs.

A few windows were also broken, and at a glance there was a black hole inside. I sniffed it, and the choking smell of dry dust came to my face.

This is a hotel, and it is clearly a dilapidated house that has been abandoned for a long time.

I can't tell what it was meant to be, it's just a trick to be blinded by those fox demons. Or did all this change after Li Qiang left.

Li Qiang didn't have the heart to find out what was going on, since he got the tears of the dream demon, he should leave the place of right and wrong early, so as not to have too many dreams at night.

Before the car turned off, Li Qiang turned the head of the car and followed the road he came from, speeding in the direction of Chaoyang Temple.

It's early in the morning, and it's still some time before dawn. The huge Beizhen County is quiet at the moment. The street lamps on the street were dim, and only a yellow spot the size of a bean shone under his feet.

They flew backwards in Li Qiang's afterglow, and in the blink of an eye, Li Qiang drove out of Beizhen City.

In front of you is the wide National Highway 204, and the night breeze in the early morning is cold.

The wind brought up by high-speed driving blows Li Qiang's clothes, whirring and waving backwards, and on this empty road, Li Qiang's car lights look particularly lonely.

Soon they returned to the village and town in front, which was the Baichang Gate.

Li Qiang knew that after passing through here, and walking a little further, it was Hongfei Hotel, which was not far from Li Qiang's Chaoyang Temple Hotel.

Suddenly, I felt a burst of soreness in my lower abdomen, as if I was holding a bubble of urine.

So he slowed down, pulled to the side of the road, circled behind a large rock, and unbuckled his trousers to make it easier.

But at this moment, Li Qiang suddenly heard the sound of gongs and drums, and quickly poked his head out to look for prestige, only to see a group of people passing in front of Li Qiang.

It was a group of samurai armed with swords and guns, numbering dozens of them.

They escorted a dozen donkey carts loaded with huge wooden cages, each of which contained bound hands and feet.

They had signs on their heads, as if they were going to the execution ground......

Li Qiang has long heard that in ancient times, Baichangmen was the execution ground for criminals.

Could it be that Li Qiang, who was in the middle of the night, caught up with the ghost and was tortured?

Chen Hao told Li Qiang when he was still there, saying that some prisoners died tragically, so the resentment after death will not be dissipated. Every year, on the day of his death, the scene of that time will be recreated in the place where he died.

I've only heard of this thing, but I've never seen it. The strong curiosity dispelled the fear in Li Qiang's heart.

Li Qiang hurriedly tied his belt, hid behind the big rock, and poked his head out to look carefully.

The group of troops was so powerful that they turned off the road and rushed directly

Li Qiang's direction came.