The quiet streets are not dark, and many houses are lit with flame-resistant lanterns, the wicks of which are made of special materials, as long as it is not windy or artificially extinguished, it can burn for more than half a month. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info light shines through the gauze of doors and windows on the street outside, reflecting the ground in a bleak color.

There was no wind tonight, and only the footsteps of the four of them could be heard in the huge Huancheng, and the feeling of emptiness came from all directions, which made people's hearts frightened.

Baihuaming secretly swallowed his saliva, feeling that his heart was about to jump to his throat, and he couldn't help but regret that he shouldn't have followed, thinking that if there was not a huge crisis buried in this Huancheng, how could it be possible to devour so many people without even scum? The master will not resolutely not let her go down the mountain because she is worried about her, in the past, as long as she coaxed Fu Junqing more, any request was rarely refused, after all, her identity was there, and only the head and master of the entire Cangyun Gate knew, as long as the request was not excessive, the master would never object. But this time, no matter how much she begged the master, she refused, thinking about it, what happened in Huancheng was too weird, and the master was worried that something would happen if she couldn't deal with it, right?

But she ran over in such a hurry, in case she really encountered any danger, she was really asking for trouble.

The more he thought about it, the more regretful Baihuaming's pace quietly slowed down, and his eyes inadvertently lifted, falling on Qingmiao, who was walking in front. Judging from the back, his figure is slightly thin, but even if he is in the red dust, he can feel that the fairy aura he exudes from the inside out is so pure and ethereal, so that Baihuaming's impetuous mood slowly precipitates, and his eyes become tender and incomprehensible.

Her footsteps unconsciously kept up with Qingmiao's pace, and it seemed that as long as she could be by his side, she would have no regrets even if there was a sea of swords and fires in front of her.

The rest of the people were holding weapons in their hands, looking around nervously, naturally they didn't have the heart to watch Baihuaming's reaction, and they didn't walk for a while, when they suddenly heard Qingyang shouting, "Hey, look at it!" ”

Everyone's hearts tightened, and they all stopped, and their eyes looked neatly in the direction of Qingyang's finger.

I saw that in the street on the right, only one of the two wooden doors of a house was closed, and I looked inside through the other half-open wooden door, but I saw a dead dog lying flat on a rectangular table, with a long machete stuck in its chest, and blood flowed all over the table, but the dog's head was facing the door, and the facial features were hideous and terrifying, so frightened that Baihuaming screamed, and almost fell to the ground, but fortunately, Qing Miao's eyes quickly supported her right arm, so that she didn't really fall.

Yuan Fengqing and Qing Miao glanced at each other, the two walked over slowly, pushed open the door and entered the house, a strong smell of blood came to their noses, making them frown, but they still carefully avoided a large pool of blood stains on the ground and walked to the table, looking at the dead dog and a table placed in the corner.

The Dead Dog was a dirty yellow-haired wild dog, much larger than the average domestic dog, and occupied almost an entire table. The top of the table has long been dyed black, and it looks like the traces of a long period of slaughtering wild animals.

The table in the corner is not an ordinary wooden table, but made of iron sheets, a round hole is dug in the center, and a large iron pot is placed, and there is a large pot of water in the pot, it is estimated that the bottom of the pot should be hollow, which can be used to make a fire and cook, she walked over and lifted the corner of the iron pot to see, it was indeed an iron stove, but the coal in the furnace had long been extinguished.

Putting down the iron pot, Yuan Fengqing took two steps back and looked at the outer layer of the iron stove, which was also wrapped in iron sheets, which didn't look like a table, but like a stove. It's just that very few people will put the stove in the vestibule, which is inevitably a little strange.

There are also a few dishes and chopsticks on the table around the iron pot, a celadon teapot and a few teacups, Yuan Fengqing walked over and mentioned it, there is still half a pot of tea in the teapot, but it has already cooled down. Her fingers unconsciously stroked the iron pot, the cold iron pot and the half pot of water in the pot reminded her of a few adults sitting around the table, waiting for the picture of peeling and washing the freshly killed wild dogs on the table outside and throwing them into the pot to stew a table of fragrant dog broth, but for some reason, just after they killed the wild dog, something strange happened, so that they didn't have time to cut the meat and cook the soup, leaving only the mess in the house and the boiling water in the pot, which made Yuan Fengqing's heart ache and slowly closed his eyes.

In her mind, a picture slowly condensed, in this room, several adult men were pressing a newly caught wild dog on a table and brutally killing it, the poor wild dog was hideous because of the severe pain, but he could only let the blood gush out, and his life passed little by little. Blood stained the table and dripped to the ground, but the men had no time to pay attention, and they all cheered for the delicious food they were about to eat, and shouted for one of them to prepare a fire to boil water, and when the water boiled, they cut the meat of the wild dogs into pieces and threw them into the pot to cook, and feast on a good pot. In this lively scene, even Yuan Fengqing could feel the joy of their gathering, and inexplicable excitement surged in her heart.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from nowhere, drifting into the house through the half-open wooden door, the original noisy scene suddenly stopped strangely, everyone froze in the space, almost still maintaining the expression and movement of the last second, time and space froze in that second, and when the next second, these people were like water vapor evaporating in the sun, disappearing without a trace! All that was left was the house full of messes and the slowly dying wild dog, and everything in the house was only a proof that they were once real!

Yuan Fengqing's eyes suddenly opened, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Sensing her abnormality, Qing Miao hurriedly asked, "Uncle Xiao, what's wrong with you?" ”

In the deathly silence, only Yuan Fengqing said in a trembling voice, "I saw it, they ...... They were sucked away by a gust of wind! This is the last trace of them before they disappear, a feast of dog meat but no blessing! ”

Qing Miao was also stunned when she heard this, and after reacting, her expression was slightly abrupt, "Little uncle, are you sure?" ”

Yuan Fengqing slowly turned his head, pointed to the wooden table in the corner and said, "That's where they are going to cook dog meat, but unfortunately they didn't wait for that moment to disappear out of thin air, that gust of yin wind should be the spell cast by the main messenger behind the scenes, but I don't know if it's caused by magic or spells!" ”

Hearing this, not only Qing Miao stiffened, but even Qing Yang and Baihuaming, who followed in, turned pale and chilled, and they didn't even dare to take a step forward.