As night fell, the temperature was a little cooler.

Zhang Jiao walked blankly on the streets with people coming and going, staggering with countless people, moving forward aimlessly.

When he came back to his senses, he was greeted by tall buildings rising next to each other, and billboards with flashing red and green lights filled the entire street.

He didn't know when he had reached the middle of the city, when there was a lot of noise around him, and the whole street was crowded with people, and the crowd was talking and arguing and shouting more than the cars honking their horns on the street.

Zhang Jiao watched the people in front of him come and go, and for a moment he felt like he was back in the eighties.

Most of the men on the street have big combed backs or airplane heads, while women are mostly big waves, wearing small suits with high shoulder pads and bell bottoms, and the earrings on their ears are bigger than the other.

He shook his head and rubbed his eyebrows lightly, his expression uncertain.

He remembered everything that had happened before, his sudden changes, the strange abilities he subconsciously used, and even the comfortable feeling when he absorbed the vitality from the three Crazy Boys, everything was so real.

Zhang Jiao raised his left hand and raised it in front of his eyes, looking left and right, pale and cold, the light blue blood vessels were clearly visible under the skin, as if they could be squeezed through with a force, and they looked non-threatening, just like a little girl's hand.

But is that really the case?

He stretched out his left hand and looked at the barbecue stall across the road.

The barbecue stall opposite was full of customers, and a group of shirtless and tattooed boys gathered in a circle, shouting and noisy around a man with a fat head and big ears wearing a large gold chain.

The pedestrians passing by around did not dare to move forward, so they could only walk around them in a large circle, and from time to time a few people carrying wine bottles waved their teeth and claws at the pedestrians around them.

"It's so annoying. ”

Zhang Jiao's expression was gloomy, and a wave of anger lingering in his heart made him have the idea of destroying everything.

He clenched his fingers as if grasping something.

The man with a large gold chain in the crowd opposite was munching on roasted wings, when his eyes suddenly turned upward, his face turned red and purple, and his hands grabbed his neck indiscriminately.

"Damn, what's wrong with you, big brother?"

"What's the situation, someone is plotting against my eldest brother? Boss, you fucking poisoned my eldest brother?"

"Idiot, the eldest brother is stuck in a chicken bone, don't you see the choking of the neck, hurry up and get water. ”

"No! I remember getting stuck and drinking vinegar. ”

"Then take the vinegar. ”

The little brothers around him suddenly panicked, and they came up with ideas.

Zhang Jiao watched the accident that happened here from a distance, a sneer rose at the corner of his mouth, and his palms continued to slowly increase his strength, as if he was watching a good show, and he felt indescribably comfortable in his heart.

Go to hell!

However, before he could completely implement it, Fang Tian's edict that had disappeared in the center of his eyebrows suddenly appeared, turning into countless golden and red talismans, which instantly swam all over his body, making him suddenly wake up from this twisted hideousness.

Zhang Jiao subconsciously let go of his hand, looking at his somewhat cold palm, his heart was full of fear.

It's not that he's afraid of killing the other party, but he's afraid that he's really falling into the devil.

He could feel that his personality and thoughts and even his body had begun to change, as if something else was reviving and reborn in his body.

"Is this a symbiosis with ghosts?"

Zhang Jiao recalled the only sentence in Fang Tian's edict, and his face became more and more pale.

This kind of low-explosive setting, he doesn't see too many episodes in various game and animation online articles.

"But it's not impossible. ”

Zhang Jiao silently took out a page of newspaper from his pocket that was torn up and only a small half was left, and read the task on it again.

"Since you can bring yourself here quietly, there should be a reward for completing the above tasks!"

He licked his cold, bloodless lips and walked towards the nearest newsstand.

At least you have to know how long there is left before the midyear festival in the first task, and how much time you have left!

......

"No. 47 West Street, that's it. ”

Zhang Jiao looked up at the street sign that was almost indistinguishable, compared the address of the tabloid in his hand, and walked straight into the alley on the side.

The alleys were pitch black, the ground was full of potholes, garbage and feces everywhere, and many uneven floors were filled with this layer of swarthy sewage, and a rotten smell of rotten eggs mixed with salted fish filled the room.

"Meow!!"

As soon as he entered the alley, a scrawny and obviously malnourished black cat suddenly let out a scream, and rushed out from his feet without looking back.

Zhang Jiao glanced at it, stopped in the air, stepped heavily in the sewage, splashed a large muddy splash, and then walked straight forward.

Today is the 17th of June in the lunar calendar, and it is less than a month before the mid-year festival of the 15th of July.

In the past half a month, Zhang Jiao has not found the slightest news of the appearance of the ghost town, and this seemingly the simplest task has not made any progress, but his own situation is getting worse day by day.

Disgusted with the sun and the sun, he likes the dead and cold environment, his body gradually becomes colder, and his heart beats more and more slowly, and every day after waking up from a nightmare, he looks at himself in the mirror and finds that he is less and less like a living person.

"I'm probably not alive anymore. He laughed at himself in his heart, and then walked to an apartment with mottled walls that looked like he had a lot of thoughts, and looked up at the peach cards hanging in the middle of the door for fortune-telling, word measurement, exorcism, and transshipment.

"Hopefully I'll get something out of it today. ”

In the first two days of this half month, Zhang Jiao tried his best to find the information about the appearance of the ghost city of Xudu, but to no avail.

But then I thought about it, and participating in the Xudu Mage Association in Mission 2 proves that there are people in this world who are the same as yourself, in this case, you might as well find them directly, and when the time comes, whether it is secretly following or picking out the truth, it is better than a headless fly like yourself.

So, he began to collect a lot of information about the masters in this area.

After this search, I realized how unreliable this method is.

It's not that there are no high-ranking people in this place, but there are too many so-called "high-ranking people".

Although Kowloon Bay is called Bay, it is actually more than 1,200 square kilometers, and there are nearly 2,000 Feng Shui masters and metaphysical masters who have registered here, and there are countless unknown rural gods and goddesses.

Here, it can be said that the whole people believe in metaphysics, whether it is as big as a wedding or funeral, as small as pulling teeth and shaving their heads, most people will find an auspicious day of the zodiac, and those who have a little money will find a "master" to calculate it, and the leaders of the bay will find a well-known master on the first day of the new year every year to divinate a hexagram for this year, so that the Buddhism and witches in this place, the shaman descends to each other, and the dragon and snake are mixed.

In the past ten days, according to the report in the newspaper, Zhang Jiao has found dozens of "masters" who are famous in the world, but he has not found any real skills.

The one who came to look for it now is also a "master" after looking for it, so he took a look at it along the way. There are really too many "masters" I have seen in the past few days.

Gently dialing the peach card in front of the door, Zhang Jiao's hand had just knocked on the vermilion door that had dimmed, when suddenly a peachwood sword the size of a door panel appeared out of thin air and slashed head-on at his head.

The peachwood sword was shiny and shiny, making him feel unstoppable.

Zhang Jiao instinctively urged the power in his body, his eyebrows flickered, and the yin qi in his facial features was permeated, flashing to the edge of the alley corner like a ghost, staring at the front.

Over there

Two door gods, with open breasts and exposed breasts, black beards, eyebrows and hair shrugging each other, two horns on their heads, and holding a mahogany sword and reed rope in their hands, suddenly appeared from above the gate and glared at him angrily.