The sun hanging high in the sky bloomed its scorching heat, but Fan Zeng couldn't feel the feeling of the sun scorching, what he could feel was a kind of cold, hidden in the environment, weird and harmonious.

Fan Zeng and the three of them walked on the rugged and winding mountain road, as the chief of the Taiyin School Palace, it was necessary for Xuandu to investigate the place where the students of the Taiyin School Palace had an accident, and Fan Zeng also followed by the way, because he had an inexplicable interest in Fengyin Village.

Deep in the mountains, the mountain road is narrow and deep, and the grass and trees on both sides are blackened, almost completely covering the mountain road.

"Have you already entered the boundary of Fengyin Village?" Fan Zeng asked in a low voice, this strange atmosphere made him feel uncomfortable, was it yin qi, nor demon qi, it was a heavy dead qi, it seemed that the entire land was dying in an inexplicable state.

This made Fan Zeng can't help but think of what Shentu Baili said before: It was a group of people who should have died a long time ago, a group of people who should not have lived in the world.

Who exactly lives in Fengyin Village, and why do living people like to live in such a place?

Shentu Baili, who was clenching the long sword in his hand, nodded, and said with a serious expression: "It's already here, according to the records of the Xianmen's former case files, the entire Fengyin Village is in a weird big array, and in the big array, death is respected, life is abandoned, and no one can enter." ”

Respect death, and abandon life.

The topic was inexplicably heavy, accompanied by this weird atmosphere, which made Fan Zeng can't help but think of the cat-faced old lady in the ghost market.

"Keep walking!" Fan Zeng took a breath and stopped talking.

He walked along the barren mountain road towards the deep mountains, and for a full hour, Fan Zeng saw many dilapidated villages along the way, with the smell of decay, with faint crows perched in them, chirping in a low voice, there was no one in the village, it seemed that the village was migrating.

And there was not a single living creature in the dense woods, except for crows, so that all of them were hoarse and hissing.

Fortunately, the three of them finally arrived at the entrance of Fengyin Village, where the sunlight penetrated through the trees and shone down, and scattered points of light were reflected on the stone monument in front of the village that was entwined with vines and weeds.

Fan Zeng leaned over and slashed down the vines wrapped around the stone tablet with a sword, revealing three big characters on the stone tablet: Fengyin Village.

The three words were distorted into an indescribable posture, as if the human spine was completely bent, and the font revealed a deep death.

Fan Zeng looked at the handwriting on the stone tablet, and then looked at the Fengyin Village without a single sound, which seemed to be a cemetery village.

"It really doesn't feel like a place for living people. ”

"Let's go in and have a look!"

Xuandu took the initiative to walk in the forefront, he had the Tianwen Sword given by Mr. Chunqiu, and he was the highest cultivation among the three, no matter what kind of danger he encountered, he was the safest to walk in front.

Stepping into Fengyin Village, the three of them are like walking into a forgotten world, all the windows and doors of Fengyin Village are facing north, and there are three coffins in front of each house, the coffin board is firmly buckled on it, the door is pasted with white paper, and the door is closed.

"Maybe this village should have been in the underworld, not in this world. ”

Fan Zeng stretched out his hand and pressed it on the coffin in front of one of the wooden houses, and the coffin gave him the feeling that there was no one inside, which made Fan Zeng breathe a sigh of relief, but this strange atmosphere still made him can't help it.

There was no one outside in the entire Fengyin Village, there were only thick yellow leaves on the avenue, Xuan Du raised his head and said in a loud voice:

"Anyone?"

He mustered up all his mana, but the huge voice did not echo at all, as if the sound was swallowed up by this strange existence, and no one responded in the slightest from the lifeless house.

"There doesn't seem to be anyone in the village. ”

Shentu Baili frowned and said, "Could it be that the people of Fengyin Village have already left here?"

"No, they didn't leave, and you still have the remains of the campfire left over from last night. ”

Fan Zeng denied Shentu Baili's idea, he stretched out his hand and pointed into the distance, Shentu Baili looked along, and sure enough, there were wreckage on the ground that seemed to have only been extinguished for a short time, definitely left in the last few days.

"What is that stone pillar?"

Fan Zeng followed the remains of the bonfire along the road, and walked towards the black stone pillar in the center of Fengyin Village, behind him Fan Zeng and Shentu Baili glanced at each other, and then followed firmly.

When he got closer, the stone pillar became clear, and on the darkness that devoured all the light was a hideous-looking ghost god, with a green face and fangs, and eight large characters on his left side, which seemed to be smeared with blood.

"The sky is not crossed, and the yellow spring is not crossed. ”

Xuandu took the initiative to read out the words above, and he seemed to feel the unwillingness and resentment of the person who left the words, and the distorted hatred still refused to disperse.

"There's a mural in the back. Fan Zeng looked behind the inky stone pillar, but saw a trace of inexplicable color.

When the two of them heard the sound, they saw that on the mountain wall in the distance, on the rock wall that had been clinging to the vines and moss, a large stone wall had been chiseled down, and there seemed to be some kind of mural on it.

The three of them walked in the direction of the mural, and no one noticed that behind them, the coffin suddenly shook, and then calmed down again in some inexplicable comfort.

"What a weird mural. Fan Zeng walked in front of the mural, paused, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

The mural painted on the stone wall is dominated by black, red and white, depicting a bloody, cruel and eerie atmosphere, on which the bones are piled with rivers of blood.

It seemed that innocent people were slaughtered, and countless sword-wielding people laughed hideously.

"It seems to ...... It's telling a story. Xuandu raised his hand, pointed to the mural in front and said, "Go to the front and have a look." ”

The three of them moved forward again, just like Xuandu said, this is indeed a story, but they are looking backwards, and what they see at first is an ending.

Walking along the mural, the story gradually became clear:

I don't know how many years ago, the ancestors of Fengyin Village found the ghost snake and became friends with the owner of the ghost snake, and from then on, the Fengyin Village began to wander between yin and yang, and finally the ancestor of Fengyin Village was discovered, and the people who found this began to carry out a massacre of Fengyin Village, they nailed the ancestors of Fengyin Village in the sarcophagus and locked their bodies with iron chains.

At the end of the stone wall painting, Xuandu saw the appearance of the ancestor of Fengyin Village in the mural, who looked like an elegant middle-aged man, and next to the mural, it was a coffin.

Unlike the coffin outside Fengyin Village, it was suspended in mid-air, with thick and heavy iron chains wrapped around the coffin, and then nailed to the four walls of the valley full of hanging coffins, and an iron spear passed through the entire iron coffin.

"If the mural is real, then this is the owner of the mural?"

Fan Zeng raised his head.