"Auntie, as we all know, I am only eighteen this year, and the whole country knows that the Son of Heaven is preparing for your centennial birthday. ”

"Uncle, I can live for more than a thousand years now, and I am less than ten years old. ”

The two competed against each other, and neither of them would be allowed.

A look of "come on, hurt each other"...

Xia Yuan took the initiative to stop, "Let's get to the point, what about those people?"

Ning Bao said: "They are all dead." ”

Xia Yuan: ?

Ning Bao: "The higher the realm, the more powerful the demons are, and you need some kind of special mood opportunity to consolidate yourself and not fall into the demons.

However, the further the state of mind is consolidated, the more difficult it becomes, and I am now in a period of peace, which will not be affected, but after waiting for five hundred years old, if I don't make any moves, the demons will kill me, don't think that you can escape without thinking about it, the demons will not let anyone go.

Therefore, the vast majority of strong people may not have suffered any fatal injuries before they died, they died more often from demons...

As long as these people die, they will pollute one side and turn into a strange domain, do you calculate how many strange forces will there be in this land for thousands of years?"

Xia Yuan remembered his golden finger again, but he didn't see the "immortal".

This is confusing.

He returned to the original topic and asked, "There are so many chaotic gods, has no one killed them to obtain Yin Jade and Yin Soil?"

Ning Bao said: "The golden body of the great grandmaster can hurt them, in addition, they are afraid of popularity, fear of sunlight, fear of high temperatures, theoretically, as long as the conditions are right, a child may be able to solve them." ”

Xia Yuan: ??

Ning Bao said: "But I can't find them." ”

Xia Yuanqi said: "Why?"

Ning Bao muttered, "They follow strange rules, wherever there is a great master, they will not appear, and wherever there are many people, they will not appear..."

Xia Yuan: "Then can't you go and catch them?"

Ning Bao: "They're elusive, they're better at creating illusions, and if they don't want to see you, there's a good chance you won't see them."

And unless they think you're alone,

As for the yin jade yin soil? there are always some very special coincidences...

By the way, these strange forces follow a very peculiar law of action - there is a debtor who is wronged.

If the death of a Heavenly Soul Great Grandmaster, or the cause of the demons in his heart, then the many strange powers and chaos that were born as a result would not only be bound to the local area, but some would even travel thousands of miles to find the head of the injustice and the owner of the debt, kill him, or slaughter one party.

There is not just one Heavenly Soul Great Grandmaster's strange power and chaos that can be generated, but a piece, and it will be different according to the time and place of the species, which is very terrifying.

So, don't worry, you'll have a chance to meet them... Hee-hee..."

Xia Yuan: ......

He naturally knew what Ning Bao meant by chance.

The source of the strange realm of the Western Secluded Kingdom is itself.

Afraid you won't be able to see them in the future?

...

Out of the Dragon King Temple, Xia Yuan was still thinking, and because he had been sitting for a long time, his steps were vain.

And all this was seen by the monk Wuhua.

Wuhua looked at his vain steps, tired face, and suddenly, the rosary in his left hand was fast, his eyebrows were wrinkled into a Sichuan character, and he was quickly reciting the Little Dragon King Sutra in his mouth, and his voice was actually a little painful, and then he rushed into the main hall outside the first wall like a drowning person.

In the hall, the candle flame was attacked by the waves, and it was thrown in, and it was not extinguished, and Wuhua knelt down in front of the golden Buddha on both knees, and began to chant in a confessional manner, "Buddha, I am guilty."

...

Xia Yuan looked at the already dark sky.

The monk's carriage arrangement was refused.

I looked up at the sky.

Sullen.

No light.

He remembered the feeling of being spied on in the courtyard in the past few days, and the curtains being stuck when he rode through the shadows, all of which were in line with the characteristics of strange forces.

"Yin Yu, then try it, I'm not afraid if you are alive, let alone dead?"

The mind is settled.

Xia Yuan walked towards Beicheng alone.

In Beicheng District, the area around a shadow puppet troupe they once passed by was very empty, the pitch-black tower was the Xuanshui Platform where the Donghai Kingdom was sentenced, sentenced, and executed, and the many stone houses in the woods on the side were prisons for prisoners.

Call!

A gust of wind swept across the ground, and dust filled the air, interrupting his singing.

Xia Yuan looked up.

Obscured by dark clouds.

Twilight and rain clouds come together.

It's going to rain.

The weather suddenly became extremely cold, and it went straight down the pores of people into the bone marrow.

With the emptiness of this northern city, it is really a bit indescribably terrifying.

Although the Qinglong Imperial Capital is prosperous, it is also divided into urban areas, among which Ping'an Avenue in the west city and Yunyu Avenue in the south city are particularly significant.

The dragon, soaring clouds and fog, Xingyun and rain, south is below, it is the dragon's foot, so there is the name of this cloud and rain, and this is just in line with the characteristics of this street - the street is full of red lanterns, and the lights are red and green until dawn.

But this bustle belongs to the south, and it has nothing to do with the gloomy people in the north.

Xia Yuan originally wanted to go there quietly for a walk, and he was not a young man.

But unexpectedly, he still came to the north.

The north belongs to the ominous gate in Feng Shui, so the Xuanshui Terrace and the prison are here.

He walked alone on this path, and even if a pedestrian passed by him, he would not notice his presence.

Like an invisible man, he walked leisurely in the afternoon.

After walking for a while, I finally came to the shadow puppet troupe that I passed by yesterday.

Xia Yuan relieved the hermit talent.

In the distance, there was a sound of scraping skin in the clearing.

With the help of the broken red lantern, Xia Yuan only glanced at it and found that it was still the old woman, she was sitting in front of the basin in the same posture as yesterday, and her dry hands were grasping a hard object made of bone, scraping the skin one by one.

After a while, she will shake the fat from her skin into the water.

This is an essential step in making shadow puppetry.

Xia Yuan walked over directly and looked into the water.

The surface of the water is deep, turbid, and pitch black.

He leaned forward, trying to see if there was anything in the water.

The woman suddenly spoke, and her voice was hoarse: "If Childe wants to watch this play, he can watch it by spending a dollar or two during the day." ”

Xia Yuan: "I'll just take a look." ”

"It's almost night, Childe, let's go back quickly..."The hoarse voice was a little heavier.

Xia Yuan swept the surroundings, and the cold wind was sweeping the lanterns and hitting the room in the darkness, showing an unusual quietness.

When the shaved woman saw that he insisted on doing so, she suddenly became angry, and she dropped the bone scrape, turned around, and ran into the dark room.

The door was closed.

The curtain was lifted back and forth in the gale.

Smack.

Smack.

It's extra quiet around.

Xia Yuan's expression moved, and he walked forward directly.

After only a few steps, he felt that something was wrong.

He turned his head sharply, and in the darkness, there seemed to be a lot of eyes staring at him in the cracks of the oil-paper windows of the hut.

Xia Yuan pretended not to see it, and continued to step forward, ready to knock on the door.

Just then, there was a piercing "creak" and the door opened.

A woman in red walked out of the house, and the light looked bright and beautiful.

When the woman in red saw Xia Yuan, she said directly: "Childe, our troupe doesn't act at night, go back, my mother is angry." ”

Xia Yuan smiled, took a step closer, and asked, "Mother?"

The woman in red avoided his gaze and suddenly screamed, "You disciple!!"

Bang Bang Bang!

All the doors opened, and a group of men stood in front of the door, grabbing wooden sticks and staring at Xia Yuan fiercely, and then rushed over.

Seeing a group of men in the troupe running over, Xia Yuan turned his head and ran.

"Stop!"

"Flower thief!"

"Don't run!!"

Xia Yuan turned around and ran, running fast.

At this time, in the shadow puppet troupe, the red-clothed girl standing in front of the dark door lowered her head, and suddenly showed a strange smile, she turned around, and there was an old woman's skin hanging on the wall of the room.

The skin is wrinkled, drooping down, and the face is elongated and distorted, revealing weirdness.