Jiang Nanjun was half coercive and half persuasive to Shenxiao and Chasing the Tide, asking them to obey the order and wait a hundred miles away from Sifang Village, while he himself traveled all the way to the direction of the Sifang Inn pointed out by the owner of the tea shop. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

With little effort, he has come to the north of Changyang Town. The route the boss said was to see the remnants of the Sifang Inn in the north of the town, and then go west for thirty miles, and you can reach Sifang Village.

He didn't need to search, he walked about 100 meters along the north, and saw a gray lacquered door, and a diagonal plaque was hung on the lintel, which could barely be seen clearly, and the first two words were "four directions".

"This is it!" he almost shouted, and quickly pressed down his beating heart, and pressed his hand lightly against the door, and heard a "creak", and the door was pushed open a thin slit.

No one has been here for a long time, and the doors are broken, so it seems to be closed, but in fact it is a false cover, and you can enter it with a push.

He clearly knew that it was impossible for Nangong Xiang to appear inside, so he cautiously went in to check to determine if he could find new clues.

From the vestibule to the back hall, to the account room and utility room, it was not only messy, but also dusty and tattered cobwebs. Five years ago, there was no trace of the horrific massacre, and soon after the bloodshed, the government sent people to clean up the scene.

Stepping on the crumbling wooden ladder, he climbed the three-story guest room again. Looking at the past from room to room, all the tables in the room are overturned and the beds are overturned, as if they have been washed, and no one can live anymore.

When he reached the end of the third floor, he glanced at it, and he didn't plan to enter again, but he saw through the crack in the door that the table of the Eight Immortals in that room had not fallen, and it seemed that it had not been stained with dust.

Now he was surprised, and walked in patiently, and found that the red lacquered table was not only dusty, but also a letter on the countertop, and six words were written on the envelope: Jiangnan Zimo personally opened.

"What?" he gasped, thinking he had looked away. But rubbing your eyes and looking at it again, it's true, the recipient of the note is him!

"How can anyone leave me a book in such a place?" he muttered to himself uneasily, unable to take care of much, and took up the letter and read it.

When he pulled out the white letter, his surprise turned into a sneer, because on the big piece of paper, there were two words written: welcome. There is also a picture of a four-legged turtle next to the letter.

"It's still Nangong Xiang pretending to be a ghost! This thief is very leisurely! I'll just see if you can still be so happy after you get rid of your Gengtianyi base!" he raged, crumpled the letter and threw it into the corner, and left the Sifang Inn.

After going out, continue to turn west, and there is a black rumbling in all directions. He wanted to light a fire to light the way, but quickly dismissed the idea. He is invisible, and if any of the people happen to pass by and see a fire floating in the air, he must not be frightened out of his bile.

But then, it's not always in the dark. His eyes had gradually adapted to the night road, and with the bleak moonlight, projecting from behind the dense clouds, it was not difficult to see the scenery around him.

But these scenes, it is better not to see them, in short, there are thousands of miles of red land along the way, and it is shocking to see. Even if it's hot, you can see green plants on both sides of the road in Changyang Town, and although the leaves are steamed and roasted by the heat, they are drooping downward, at least they represent the breath of life.

But when you come to this marginal area, you can't even find a piece of grass stalk. The ground was cracked into dry powder, and from time to time a few pieces of coarse cloth torn from the clothes could be seen on the dry branches, scattered and drifting without the wind, adding to the terrifying atmosphere here.

He took off a rag and asked himself, "Isn't this place the private domain of the dragons, and no one is allowed to come? How can there be so many pieces of clothes? Who owns the fragments? How can they rub their clothes against the branches of trees for no reason?"