Somewhere in Cangshan, there is a forest, extending three thousand miles south from the border between Entropy and Cangzhou, it borders on humanity, and the refugees who walk in humanity think that it is the boundary of Cangshan Mountain, the land of the demon country, so they will not go over if they want to live; the people of Cangzhou also think so, so human beings will not enter Cangshan from this line without authorization; the demon beasts and fierce beasts of Cangshan think that it is the border of the human race, so they will not cross the border.

There used to be powerful demon beasts who didn't think so, but when they saw that not even a single insect was allowed to exist in this forest, they changed their minds and stopped entering there.

As a result, this forest has become a very peculiar place, and for thousands of years, no one has disturbed it because of this misunderstanding, so it is quiet, and it is terrifyingly quiet.

The towering ancient trees that are more than ten feet tall do not make it look vibrant, but rather gloomy because it is too quiet.

So, almost no one knows that this forest has a chic name - Ghost Road.

Three thousand miles of ghost road, ten miles of one station, one hundred miles of a temple, the station is Yinshan Station, the temple is the City God Temple.

Among the refugees who have gone south from Entropy State, those who have lost their humanity will come to this path, they do not know the existence of humanity and they do not know how they got on this path, and those who do not have dehumanization have embarked on humanity, and likewise, they do not know the existence of ghosts.

"The people who live at the bottom of the entropy state have nothing, and conscience is their only wealth, so most people are extremely well guarded. ”

When the previous Yunjun county warden was receiving humanitarian refugees, he saw many of them with trembling hands when they took the steamed buns, and let out such an exclamation.

Of course, he hadn't seen anyone on the ghost path......

At the end of the ghost road, a more gloomy forest, because the ancient trees are dozens of zhang high, so there is no sunlight, and the forest has a kind of underworld.

But those who walk out of here feel like purgatory.

A boy of about twenty years old came here on this day, and his thin body made him the weakest-looking one among the dozen or so people who arrived here at the same time.

So all the unkempt and tattered men looked at him with greedy eyes, as if they were watching a delicious meal......

The corners of the young man's mouth were lightly raised, and his teeth as white as snow opened and closed slightly, "Interesting......"

The boy's voice was decisive, and the follow-up voice was so low that only he seemed to be able to hear it.

After a while, the young man Yang entered the extremely gloomy "purgatory" with a sunny smile, and there were only a dozen incomplete corpses behind him......

A few days later, the boy came to a big mountain, accompanied by dozens of people, although they were all thin, their eyes were pure, pure and emotionless, only pure and indifferent.

They were brought up the mountain and became a member of this mountain, and this place is called Yin Mountain, and they are about to become a member of the Yin Mountain bandits......

......

The morning sun is about to rise, and Yiyang takes Nangong Tong and Shuang'er to run in the mountains as usual, but since Yiyang handed over the quenching method to Wen Zheng and the others, there are three more teenagers and a girl on their way. So along the way, there were seven of them.

After finishing the run, Wen Zheng took Nangong Tong and them to practice first, Yiyang wanted to go to see Nangong Han, so he casually found an excuse and walked towards the path.

Halfway through the mountain road, the two guards stood at the gate of the mountain road like stones, their faces expressionless.

Yiyang walked past the two guards and winked at one of them, but the guards completely took him for air.

Seeing this, Yiyang squinted slightly, waved his hand, and prepared to leave.

At this moment, there was a gasp behind him.

When he turned around, it was the old man who was cleaning the mountain road, his hair was gray and disheveled, his fingers were as thin as those of many refugees when he had gone south, his back was very badly hunched, and he was very bent over when he stood, and he did not know whether he could lie flat when he usually slept.

The old man should have gone down the mountain to buy, carrying a basket with oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and rice in the basket, and two pieces of bacon in his hand.

It is said that the old man lived next to the mountain road, and the whole mountain villa, only he could go up and down this road at any time, and the owner of the village would only go up from this road when he abdicated at dusk. Therefore, many people believe that this is the burial place of the owners of the past.

Yiyang got out of the way, and when the old man walked in front of him, he subconsciously reached out to help him......

The old man's body was very cold, through the skin, this coldness invaded the bones, it was very uncomfortable, Yiyang withdrew his hand like an electric shock, his fingers rubbed against each other, and his heart palpitated.

The old man tilted his head slightly and glanced at Yiyang, his eyes were clean, as clear as water, and as quiet as well water.

He looked at Yiyang's left arm for a moment, and said in a low voice, "How old is the child?"

Yiyang was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "More than fourteen." ”

The old man lowered his head again, put the bacon in his hand on the ground, and said, "Can you help me get the bacon?" ”

Yiyang picked up the bacon without saying a word, and said, "Little thing, old man, can I accompany you up, boy?"

The old man didn't speak, but his head nodded slightly, which should be regarded as a nod.

Seeing this, Yiyang carried bacon, shook it in front of the guards, and then followed the old man step by step along the mountain road.

The mountain road is paved with marble, there is a small platform every nine steps, from the bottom to the top, Yiyang counted silently, about a thousand steps, only from the side of the steps to open a small path around a dilapidated small thatched house, the thatched house is surrounded by greens, garlic, peppers, garlic...... And when I came to the hut, the sun was already out.

Yiyang thought that Nangong Han was afraid that he had gone down, so he didn't care about him anymore.

The old man walked to a blackened room, which was very old, but very clean, with a stove and chimney, and firewood, which was the old man's stove.

Yiyang put down the bacon, and the old man also put down the basket.

The old man ignored him, and went directly to wash his hands when he got out of the stove room, and Yiyang followed all the time.

After washing his hands, the old man said, "There are vegetable gardens all around, and the yard is a little small. ”

As he spoke, the old man went into the house and picked up a bench, wiped the dust off with his sleeve, put it in front of Yiyang, and said, "If you don't dislike it, just sit here." ”

Yiyang thanked him and sat down.

The old man didn't mean to cook, so he picked a few tomatoes for Yiyang and washed them and said, "Little Lao'er is not hungry and too lazy to cook, so you can just eat it, I'll do it here." ”

Yiyang didn't refuse, he picked it up and ate it, the old man saw this, smiled slightly, and then sat on the steps of the door and took out a dry cigarette and smoked it.

Yiyang was eating, and he wondered, the old man didn't grow this thing, and the nearby area didn't plant this, where did the old man get the dry tobacco?

The old man didn't seem to want to move, and kept sitting at the door, smoking a dry cigarette, looking at the morning sun, and enjoying it very much.

Yiyang couldn't stand the dull atmosphere, so he asked, "Grandpa, ...... you?"

However, before he could finish speaking, the old man said, "Why are my hands cold?"

Yiyang nodded.

The old man spat out a thick puff of smoke and said, "People are like this when they are old, and people who are dying can't get hot." ”

The old man's tone was very casual, but Yiyang always felt a little uncomfortable listening to it, and the old man's words seemed to mean that he was going to die.

Before Yiyang could speak, the old man said again: "I don't know who will clean this road in the future, it's been kept clean for so many years, if it suddenly gets dirty that day, it's distressing." ”

Yiyang couldn't hear what the old man meant, so he asked, "Old man, how long have you been cleaning this road?"

The old man smashed the bar a few times, spit out a puff of smoke, and said a word very dryly.

"I don't remember. ”

Yiyang then asked, "Is the end of this road really the grave of the heads of the previous families?"

"It's not. ”

Yiyang seemed to have heard an amazing news, and couldn't help but be surprised, if not, then why did the successive heads of the family go to the top of the mountain before they died, and they definitely didn't come back, so where did they go?

Thinking like this, Yiyang asked again, "Then what is on it?"

"I don't know. ”

After that, the old man didn't answer any more questions from Yiyang, just squinted on the steps, and seemed to be asleep.

After a long time, Yiyang saw that the old man showed no signs of waking up, so he made a little bacon porridge for the old man, put it in the stove to keep warm, and left quietly.

The mountain road to the old man's house is not finished, and the top goes deep into the forest, as if there is no end. Yiyang glanced at it, felt a little cold, shivered, and left quickly.

It didn't take long for the old man to wake up, he went to the stove room to eat the porridge made by Yiyang, changed into clean clothes, and slowly walked up the mountain road.

Yiyang returned to Nangong Xun's Wenshan Residence, ignored the teenagers who were cultivating, and directly found Nangong Xun.

Nangong Xun was meditating in the room with his eyes closed, and when he saw him coming, he said, "Where did you kid go to hang out again?"

Yiyang sat in front of the dressing table in his room and said, "Uncle, let me tell you something...... I walked up the trail. ”

Hearing this, Nangong Xun was taken aback, quickly got up and came to him, and said excitedly: "How did you go up? Did those two guards do anything to you? Did anyone see it?"

Yiyang shrank slightly, pushed Nangong Xun away, and said: "Except for the guards, no one else saw it, the old man who swept the floor went down the mountain to buy and was bumped into by me, I saw that he was also very tired, so I took the initiative to help the old man get a few pieces of bacon up, mother, you must know that it is so easy to go up, master, I was directly at the gate of the mountain road and waited for the old man, and I went to climb the mountain...... I'm. ”

Nangong Xunban straightened his body and said solemnly: "You can't tell people about going up the mountain, let alone going to the mountain road, so as not to arouse curiosity, follow you and Nangong Hanchao, I have seen a lot of things, and I don't care about you, you be careful, you don't go again when the owner comes back in a few days, as long as he is in the villa, a radius of ten miles...... No, now that he has broken through the Xuan and entered the entrance, he can't escape his perception for a hundred miles. ”

"So mysterious?"

"What do you think?"

"Whatever, I'm going to leave anyway. Yiyang said nonchalantly, and then came to Nangong Xun again, and said in a low voice: "But this time it was not in vain, I found a shocking secret, which made me stunned." ”

Nangong Xun was also curious, so he leaned over and asked, "What secret?"

"At the end of the mountain road...... It is not the grave of your past masters. ”

This sentence was like thunder on the ground, Nangong Xun was shocked for a moment, even more surprised than knowing Shuang'er's amazing talent, but in an instant, he put his hands on Yiyang's shoulders and said, "Are you sure? Who told you that this is not a trivial matter, don't talk nonsense." ”

Yiyang said: "What the old man said, it's just ......"

Yiyang pushed Nangong Xun's hands away and said, "Maybe the old man lied to me." ”

After Yiyang finished speaking, he didn't bother Nangong Xun anymore, he went out by himself, and Nangong Xun didn't care much because of Yiyang's last words.