Luo Xiaomei was obviously frightened, and her face was even paler than the moonlight outside. She swallowed her saliva with difficulty and said, "Brother Yang, do you mean the Netherworld? Have you ever been to the underworld?"

The Netherworld is indeed a world that exists parallel to the yang world, and it is the same as the immortal world where the immortals are located, but Yang Xianmao clearly knows that the place he went to is not the underworld, let alone the immortal world. Rather, it is a desolate world that exists at the same time as the world in which they live.

The easiest way to prove this is that there is no legendary underworld in that world, and there are no immortals in the fairy world, only monsters. Moreover, this monster only entered their plane when the space-time tunnel overlapped the two planes, and killed the people and animals of this era in a staggered period of time.

Could it be that Zeng Bu and Wang Tongju who appeared just now, even the Long Po they saw during the day, the barren grass in the house, the white bones and the more than a dozen tombs were actually from parallel worlds?

Could it be that the world that was exactly the same as the world they were in was displayed in front of Yang Xianmao and them at the moment of overlap, so there was such a terrifying scene? Yang Xianmao was stunned by his discovery, and he was not willing to go to that terrifying desolate continent again and be hunted down by those terrible monsters and people.

Thinking of this, another question arose Yang Xianmao didn't understand, that is, if they were from the desolate world, then why didn't they cause any harm to themselves?

In that stagger, the monsters from the desolate world slaughtered a large number of their soldiers and sled dogs. And that time, before Yang Xianmao was brought into the Flood Desolation Continent by Ling Xiao Venerable, he actually didn't know about the existence of the Flood Desolation Continent. Because the slaughter of the monsters or people in the Flood Desolate Continent was actually carried out covertly in the intersection of time and space, they could not see the people and monsters in the Flood Desolate Continent who appeared in their world at the moment of the staggering of time and space. And this time it was different, this time Yang Xianmao clearly saw Zeng Bu, Wang Tongju and Long Po.

Could it be that this time and space overlapped with the end of the Great Song Dynasty more than a hundred years later, and the era was not the Flood Continent, but another mysterious continent?

Yang Xianmao felt that his head was not enough, and although he felt that he had enough intelligence, he still couldn't explain what he saw in front of him.

Even if we explain it in terms of what I have experienced before, there are many things that do not make sense.

Yang Xianmao shook his head and decided not to think about it.

Luo Xiaomei still looked at Yang Xianmao with her head up, waiting for Yang Xianmao's explanation. So Yang Xianmao whispered to Luo Xiaomei: "The medicine has been obtained, let's go quickly, lest your father get sick, and there will be no one around to treat you." ”

This sentence made Luo Xiaomei instantly suppress the questions she wanted to ask, and quickly nodded and said, "Okay, let's go quickly." ”

The two of them walked quickly out of the lobby and walked towards the back. Of course, Yang Xianmao didn't need Luo Xiaomei to lead the way this time, so he walked quickly, but he still guaranteed that Luo Xiaomei could keep up.

After walking a short distance, there was a sound of bangs, and when you heard the sound of bangs, you knew that it was already the fourth watch.

Yang Xianmao stood in place and waited for the husband to appear, because the sound of bangzi was coming in their direction. And the location they are now in is the front yard of the yamen, a place where ordinary people can enter at will. Even though the door is closed at night, it shouldn't be a big deal. Yang Xianmao now wanted to figure things out, so he decided to wait for the husband to come and ask for clarification.

After waiting for a while, the husband finally appeared, an old man who was slightly drunk, with a bamboo tube in one hand and a stick in the other. While knocking aggressively, he walked forward. The steps were a little staggering, and it seemed that he had drunk a lot of alcohol before.

Yang Xianmao stepped forward and said, "This old man, we have something to do in the yamen, and I want to ask the old man some questions, I don't know if it's convenient?"

The old man stood still, stunned for a moment, and looked back, as if to confirm whether Yang Xianmao was talking to someone else. When he was sure that there was no one else behind him, he was sure that the young man in front of him was talking to him, and he couldn't help but be full of surprise, looked Yang Xianmao up and down and said, "What do you want to ask?"

Yang Xianmao looked back at Luo Xiaomei, who was looking at him in astonishment, took a deep breath, and then said slowly: "May I ask my uncle, what year is this year and what year is it?"

When the husband heard this, he laughed and said, "I thought I was drunk, but I didn't expect you to be more drunk than me, and you didn't even know the year name." This is in the yamen, if you let the officials hear it, you have to eat the board. ”

Yang Xianmao hurriedly arched his hand and said: "I'm a little faint, so I want to ask my father-in-law, and please tell me the truth, thank you very much." ”

The husband took the hammer and knocked it a few more times, and said, "Since you have asked me so politely, then I will tell you,—— this year is the second year of Yuanfeng." ”

When Yang Xianmao heard this, he couldn't help but gasp, because the plague in the capital occurred in the fourth year of Yuanfeng, that is, two years after now. That is to say, it was actually two years after he saw Zeng Bu and Wang Tong's sentence. Judging from this time, it should be two years before Wang Tong sentenced them to come to the capital, and they will encounter the plague in the capital, so as to meet themselves. No wonder they didn't recognize themselves just now above the lobby.

When Yang Xianmao was stunned, the man looked at him and shook his head, continued to knock on the bamboo tube and walked forward, and soon disappeared into the darkness. Yang Xianmao didn't catch up, because he knew that after he could catch up, it was likely that he would still be like just now, and the husband would disappear out of thin air. Because this husband is obviously from before the plague forty years ago, and is the same era as Zeng Bu and Wang Tongju.

Could it be that Zeng Bu's era overlapped with his own era, or did he bring that dynasty to the present dynasty from the time and space tunnel, and made them superimposed?

Yang Xianmao had a feeling that he couldn't figure it out even if he wanted to, and he didn't even know whether the era he was in was the Song Renzong period forty years ago, or the Song Qinzong period forty years later.

When Yang Xianmao was in a daze, Luo Xiaomei's timid voice came from behind him: "Brother Yang, let's go quickly, I'm worried about something happening to my father." ”

Yang Xianmao nodded slowly, now in this situation, he had no way to figure out what was going on. Only in the future, I will think about it slowly, and it is important to go back and save people now.

Yang Xianmao took Luo Xiaomei to the wall from the pile of firewood, climbed over the wall of the yamen from under the big tree, and then returned to Luo Xiaomei's house.

After entering the door, Luo Xiaomei let out a long sigh of relief. Ran to the bed, and saw that her father was still suffering from pain and shortness of asthma, but fortunately, the silver needle left by Yang Xianmao before controlled the condition and did not continue to deteriorate, so that her father was still alive. But seeing him in front of him was really worrying, because he could die at any moment due to the suppression of his breath. Luo Xiaomei looked back anxiously and looked at Yang Xianmao.

Yang Xianmao said: "As I said earlier, in addition to the dust on the beam, this recipe also needs to be matched with several other herbs. One is stone yellow, and the other is coltsfoot, you have to find these two flavors quickly. ”

Luo Dakuang immediately said: "You don't need to look for it, you have it at home." My father used to buy a lot of medicines when he was curing his illness, and I remember that there were two kinds of medicines you just mentioned, and I went and got them. ”

Yang Xianmao nodded, and said to Luo Xiaomei: "There is another need for a dispensing, which can be obtained by ordinary people, that is, the slag under the oil bottle." You have an oil bottle in your kitchen, just scrape off the dirt under the oil bottle. ”

Luo Xiaomei hurriedly said: "This is there, I'll look for it, it's in the kitchen, but my father is ...... here."

"Don't worry, I'll deal with it, and I should give him acupuncture again. I'll use a silver needle now, and I'll give him a soothing first. ”

With that, Yang Xianmao stretched out his hand and pulled out all the silver needles on Luo Laohan's body like lightning. Then it was carefully cleaned with a silk cotton soaked in potion, and it was pierced into several other acupoints of Luo Laohan with unmistakable accuracy.

Seeing that Yang Xianmao was performing acupuncture on her father, Luo Xiaomei breathed a sigh of relief. He said thank you, then stood up and walked briskly to the kitchen.

Yang Xianmao quickly finished inserting the needle, and gently twisted it with his hand. Just then, he suddenly heard the sound of soft footsteps, as if someone was peeping through the kitchen door. Yang Xianmao immediately cast his gaze, and the black shadow disappeared in a flash. Yang Xianmao couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, did thieves come in the house?

Thinking of this, Yang Xianmao immediately got up and walked quickly to the door of the kitchen to check, and at this time he heard a low voice from the kitchen, it was Luo Xiaomei talking to her brother Luo Dakuang. Although their voices were soft and far away, they still came into their ears clearly under Yang Xianmao's keen hearing.

I heard Luo Xiaomei say in a low voice: "Brother, I think this Brother Yang is a little weird, will he hurt my father and us?" I'm so scared." ”

"What nonsense are you talking about, what the hell is going on?"

"I didn't plan to tell you about it, but now I don't want to say it, because Brother Yang's symptoms are getting worse and worse. ”

"What the hell is going on?" ”

"At noon, I went with him to his third uncle's house. When I got there, I was standing upright, but he turned around and spoke to the wall outside the gate, as if there was someone there, and I was startled. Then he took me not through the gate, but through the side door through the alley. One moment he said that there was a lot of grass in front of him, and then he said that there was a row of graves in the compound, one of which belonged to his third uncle, but I didn't see anything. The compound was empty, and there were no graves. ”

Luo Dakuang was stunned: "What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know, but he said that there were bones in the house, and in the birdcage hanging under the porch was the remains of a long-dead sparrow, but there was nothing. It scared me enough. I don't know if he's met a ghost, and I don't dare ask. Later, he insisted on pulling me to find Lizheng, and Lizheng took us again, but of course there was nothing. He said that he had just seen white bones, and there were wild grass in the grave, and Li Zheng told me privately that Brother Yang seemed to have done something evil, and asked me to quickly find a Taoist priest to exorcise ghosts for him. At first, I didn't think anything, I thought maybe Brother Yang was too tired, or maybe he was joking on purpose, because I didn't see how scared he was. But tonight, when we went to the yamen, something even more terrible happened. ”