Sunset.

Cheng Li stood in the sunset. Looking around, there is no one in all directions. Between heaven and earth, it was as if he was the only one left.

This situation is both lonely and lonely, and desolate and desolate. So much so that even the sunset in the west seemed to be infected by this desolation and loneliness, and quickly changed into an empty and desolate gray color, and even lost all vitality, and finally sank.

Between heaven and earth, it turned from pale to pitch black. But no matter which one it is, it seems to belong to the color closest to death!

Isn't death the limit of emptiness and loneliness?

Cheng Li took a step forward and began to walk forward, walking very slowly, but he did not stop. Even if what awaits him in front of him is death itself, Cheng Li will never stop.

In the deep night, looking into the distance, I don't know when it began, a faint outline of the town appeared.

Once prosperous with timber and rice industry, the town is full of green house restaurants, sleepless places for singing at night, and a vibrant city that never sleeps.

But now, the city that never sleeps is dead. After the Japanese occupation, the original inhabitants of the town were either killed or fled. Merchants outside the town dare to go over and do business again, and there is no business to do. In addition, now even the Japanese have all been killed. Fairy Town lives up to its name, completely transformed into a deserted ghost town.

Cheng Li came alone this time to take a closer look. Are there any ghosts in this ghost town?

The pattern of the fairy town is a typical cross structure. With two main streets, one south and one north, the word "ten" criss-cross is formed. All shops, tea rooms, inns, restaurants, and green houses in the town...... All of them are located on these two streets. The houses inhabited by ordinary residents are located on the periphery of Cross Street.

There are countless small towns with such substructures in the world. However, there are not many that can be more prosperous than Fairy Town. At its peak, the north-south cross street of Fairy Town was full of people, shoulder to shoulder, and bustling. It's so lively that almost every day is like the New Year

But tonight, when Cheng Li stepped into the streets of Fairy Town, there was only a desert as far as the eye could see. Not to mention people, not even ghosts.

The doors and windows on both sides of the street, some of them were closed, but they were all broken. Inside and outside the house, thick and faint dust has accumulated everywhere, and cobwebs have formed under the eaves of the corners. A black dog was startled by the sound of footsteps, but it had lost its original agility and agility, and wheezed, staggering across the long street, and it almost did not look like a dog.

Isn't hunger the only living thing in this town?

Cheng Li's heart was cold, even colder than the handle of the knife he was holding in his hand! He was standing on this street, everything was seen with his own eyes, but Cheng Li still couldn't believe it, couldn't believe it, and couldn't bear to believe it!

Because there shouldn't be just such a hungry wild dog here. Even if there are no residents and merchants in the town, even if there are no more Japanese soldiers, at least, there should be no less than 200 soldiers here, and there should be five guardians among the ten evil gods of the Demon Temple.

Judging from the map, Fairy Town is located at a key point and belongs to the battleground of soldiers. So after the great war, this place must be recovered. Because after the Japanese left, the local situation was unknown. Therefore, Yu Dayou, who is "Yu Long Qihu", sent a team of 100 people to come over to check first.

Unexpectedly, after the team left, there was no news again. Yu Dayou then sent a second team of 100 people to respond.

Although this squad has been carefully selected in terms of personnel and equipment, its combat effectiveness has been greatly enhanced. In addition, there are the five guardians of the Demon Sanctuary to help. It stands to reason that even if there is something strange in the town, even if the response team can't beat it, at least they can escape.

However, the result of the second team is still similar to that of the first team. Once you enter Fairy Town, you will be like a mud cow entering the sea. There is no one in life, and no corpse in death.

Cheng Li felt that the problem was serious, so he strictly forbade anyone to approach Fairy Town again. Then he was alone and came to see what was going on.

Cheng Li groaned while pacing slowly on this desolate street. As I walked, a night breeze blew. A wooden board sign on the side of the street. The wind blew "crunch ~ crunch ~" and kept ringing. Eight words can be vaguely distinguished on it: "Zhangjia old shop, old wine".

Zhangjia old store is a well-known hotel in Fairy Town. It wasn't that long ago that it was getting to full house every day. The gold letters on the signboard are also smeared every day and are spotless.

But now, the golden letters on the sign have long since faded, and only faint traces of strokes remain. The signboard itself was also torn and cracked, like an old man's teeth.

The situation of the old store of the Zhang family itself is definitely much worse than this signboard.

Cheng Li stood quietly and watched the signboard sway in the wind. When the wind had subsided, he walked slowly, pushed the door and walked into the hotel, as if he had entered a tomb that had been hollowed out by tomb robbers.

In the hotel, there is no shopkeeper behind the counter. The table, which was originally clean, is now full of dust. On the floor, there were broken jars of wine everywhere. The tangy aroma of wine has long been replaced by a disgusting rancid smell.

The laughter in front of the hall, the sound of boxing and drinking, the shoveling of knives and spoons behind the hall, and the sound of oil pots popping are all inaudible now. Only the pop of the wind breaking through the window. It's like a bat in hell vibrating its wings.

Cheng Li walked over slowly, walked to the corner of the hotel, faced the door, and sat down slowly. It's like an ordinary drinker, waiting for the shopkeeper to come over and entertain him.

There is no shop second. But in the deathly darkness and silence, suddenly there was a melodious sound of string music in the wind. At this moment, this situation, this scene, this music sounds like fairy music from the sky.

When Cheng Li heard this music, some kind of extremely strange expression suddenly appeared in his eyes. But in any case, that expression will never be joyful.

The music approached, and suddenly, eight big men walked in quickly. Each of them was shirtless, revealing angular muscles. He wore a pair of loose and fat "hakama pants" underneath, which was bound by a fiery red belt. The hair on the top of the head is shaved clean. The back half of the hair is tied in a bun. It is the hairstyle that the Fuso samurai used to use, and it is called Tsukiyoto.

None of the eight Fuso warriors were armed. Instead, he held a bamboo basket in both hands. The basket contains many things, including rags and brooms. Originally, these things were ordinary and ordinary, and they could be seen everywhere in life. But in the current situation, it seems strange. It's very abrupt.

Rags and brooms, of course, are for hygiene. Therefore, after the eight Fuso warriors stepped into the hotel, they didn't even look at Cheng Li, and immediately began to clean and tidy up.

They move quickly and efficiently. This messy and dilapidated hotel, only a moment later, except for the corner where Cheng Li sits, every place has been cleaned to the spot. Wallpaper was plastered on the walls, beaded curtains hung on the doors, tablecloths were laid on the tables, and bright red carpet covered the floor. It makes the whole hotel look new, even a little opulent.

After cleaning up, the eight warriors withdrew from the gate and stood in two rows, with their hands bowed. Immediately afterwards, four Fusang girls, also dressed in colorful clothes, walked in with bamboo baskets, filled the table with flowers and wine and food, and then filled the golden cup.

Immediately, a line of Fuso musicians played the shamisen, a traditional instrument of Fuso, and walked in a man. The music has not stopped, and the singing has begun, but it is the "haiku" of Fuso that is sung in Fuso.

"The rising sun is soaring and the phoenix is dancing, and the nirvana is broken. ”

The sound of chanting was still in my ears, and a fiery red figure had walked in. He was dressed in red, and his fiery hair was tied up on the top of his head with a golden crown, but it was still extremely long, and it was naturally draped over his shoulders. The appearance is handsome and elegant, and the demeanor is majestic and a little proud and confident. He had no weapons on his body, only a fan in his hand.

The man in red strolled over and sat down peacefully. Sitting next to the flowers, in the beauty room, in front of the golden cup. Amber wine, bright flowers. The fragrance of flowers is intoxicating, and the wine is even more intoxicating.

So he was drunk. Drunk in the arms of the beauty, in front of the luminous cup. The four Fuso girls all had blushing faces and let out laughter like yellow warblers.

Fragrant flowers and wine, beautiful women are like jade. Without a doubt, it was a dreamlike time of fun. However, in this abandoned and dead town, there is such a scene, but it is really strange everywhere.

The red-clothed man who enjoyed the wine and beauty didn't look at the process from beginning to end. It's as if he doesn't know that there is such a person as Cheng Li in this place.

Cheng Li also turned a blind eye to them, and turned a deaf ear. It's as if an invisible wall has been erected, separating oneself from these strange people.

After a few rounds of wine, the wine is stronger and the joy is stronger. All the sorrows, troubles, and pains of the world have disappeared in joy. The four Fuso girls stood up, hummed an unknown Fuso ballad, and danced around the man in red. The man in red was drunk and hazy, admiring this pleasing dance, and couldn't help but applaud loudly.

The Fuso musicians also played a cheerful tune. The Fuso girls danced faster and faster with this tune, and the more and more urgent. Suddenly, a girl seemed to have stepped on the wrong step, let out a soft exclamation of "sigh~", her body was unstable, and she fell down to Cheng Li next to her.

"Qiang~"

The dragon roared, as if there was still nothing. The cold sword light flashed, but it disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared. But the Fusang girl had been cut in half by the knife, and the upper half of her body fell to the ground. The second half of the section is "plopping ~" and kneeling down.

Screams rang out. All the maidens were faceless, and they hurried back to the man in red, shivering behind his back. Thereinto...... Even includes the girl who has been cut in half!

Even though he was cut in half, there was not much blood flowing from the wound. The girl who was split into two halves from top to bottom desperately tried to get her body back up. But in the midst of all the haste and futility, where can she succeed? But her hectic and futile comical appearance is not at all funny, but only makes people ......

Creeps!

The man in red sighed lightly, suddenly straightened his waist and sat up, waved his hand, and said, "Let's go." ”

This Yu is like a spell, just blurted out, and the place that was full of joy just now immediately became only Cheng Li and him.

Including the one who was beheaded, the four Fuso girls are all gone. Eight samurai followed. Even those rakuka were also quickly gone.

The music is gone, and the footsteps are gone. The lights are gone. Under the dark sky, it seemed to be lonely and dead again.

Inside the hotel, there is only one light left. The dim light shone on the shining eyes of the man in red. He raised his head and stared straight at Cheng Li with these shining eyes. No matter how drunk he was, he had only these eyes, and he had apparently never been drunk.

Cheng Li still sat there quietly, not listening, not seeing, not moving.

The man in red had already stood up, shaking his fan and walking towards Cheng Li. The fan is also red, redder than blood. But the skin on his hands was very pale.

Pale hands, bright red fan. A strong contrast is formed. In the air, I don't know when it started, it was filled with a murderous aura.

Cheng Li's knife in hand. It seems that his knife never leaves his hand. The scabbard of "Jiuyao" is as black as night and as death. But his hands are as warm as mutton fat and jade.

The knife as black as death, the fan as red as blood, the two are gradually approaching. The murderous aura also became more and more intense. However, in an instant, the distance between the two sides was only three steps.

The man in red suddenly let out a clear whistle, waved his red fan, and swiped forward. The golden-red flame immediately ignited on the fan, and then quickly condensed into a sharp sword qi, slashing at Cheng Li's throat. The sword qi swept through, and the bead curtains outside Zhang Xu fell one after another, falling like tears of a beauty.

Cheng Li still didn't hear, didn't see, and didn't move, like an old monk in a fixed place. But at the end of the day, I only heard the sound of "Qiang ~" dragon groaning again. The cold knife light flashed faintly again.

The sword light disappeared, and the sword qi disappeared at the same time. The man in red had returned to his table. A crack faintly appeared on top of his folding fan. Immediately, there was another "click~" cracking sound. The fan split into two and was completely discarded.

The man in red exhaled softly and put down the destroyed fan. Praise: "Good knife." It is worthy of being a master who is also praised by the Yanagi Sword Master. In the lower Zhuhuang Youjing, see Mr. Cheng. ”

Cheng Li finally raised his head slowly and stared into Zhu Huang Youjing's eyes. It was as if I hadn't seen him for the first time until this moment. As soon as they made eye contact, a series of invisible sparks immediately triggered.

Cheng Li suddenly said: "You are not human. It's a ghost. ”

Zhu Huang Youjing sighed: "It's not a human being, it's a ghost." ”

Cheng Lidao: "Do you know I'm coming?"

Zhu Huang Youjing said calmly: "Of course." It's only you who will come. ”

Cheng Li's eyes drooped, and he stared at the other party's pale hand again. After a long time, he said slowly: "In this way, the people who were sent to the town before are already dead. ”