The poison street in the middle of the night was even darker, and the two could barely make out the outline of the house, even if they could hear where the sound was coming from, they could faintly see the candlelight, but their vision was constantly blocked by the house and the wall, and it seemed that it was not far away, but it took them a lot of time.

They rely half on intuition, half on groping, and are weak at finding the place where the strange sound is coming from.

In front of it is a high wall of nearly two feet, and all kinds of strange screams are constantly coming from it, crying and laughing, shouting and making trouble, as well as all kinds of fighting sounds and calls for help, which sounds very weird.

What the hell were the people inside doing were separated by the high wall, and the voices were very noisy, and they couldn't tell.

Yin Jiu kills the light skills are good, but the grass flying, flying eaves and walking on the wall such kung fu is just a legend, no one can really do it, and he can't easily fly on the miracle of two feet high wall, what he can do is just take out the flying hook, at a certain distance, throw the hook of the flying hook on the wall, and after the hook claw grasps the wall, he kicks on the wall, grasps the rope of the flying hook, and climbs the wall very quickly.

He can't fly, but his movements are not inferior to nocturnal birds, clean and neat, light and elegant, all in one go, Yu Fanxiang stood under the wall, watching him fly up the wall like a bird, and sighed in his heart: Why can't she meet such a man earlier

Yin Jiu Kill lay motionless on the wall for half an hour before he slid down the wall like a rabbit, stood in front of Yu Fanxiang, and said through the mask: "It's just a group of crazy people." ”

Yu Fanxiang didn't quite understand: "Crazy"

Yin Jiu Kill retracted the flying hook and said succinctly and clearly: "A real madman." ”

Yu Fanxiang said "oh", indicating that she understood.

Yin Jiu Kill turned around and left, and whispered as he walked: "Although they are crazy, they keep saying that there are ghosts, ghosts are coming, ghosts are gone, there are many ghosts, ghosts are terrible, and you have to listen to ghosts, and they look terrifying." ”

Yu Fanxiang said: "Did they really see a ghost, or are they sick, talking nonsense"

Yin Jiu said: "It's all possible." ”

He paused, "I wonder what the hell can make a madman feel so scared." ”

Yu Fanxiang listened thoughtfully, although the madman has no reason, he is more loyal to his heart because of this, even if he has hallucinations, these hallucinations are often not imaginary, but more or less stimulated.

So, are these madmen stimulated by something?

Walking in the darkness for a while, she asked, "Where are we going now?"

Yin Jiu said: "There are also strange sounds over there, let's go take a look." ”

On the other side of the poison street, there was a faint sound of painful wails and the sound of leisurely silk bamboo, these sounds with diametrically opposed atmospheres, against the darkness and coldness that were thicker here than elsewhere, enough to make ordinary people creepy and would rather faint than wake up.

But they are no ordinary people.

The two of them wandered in the dark, calmly, lightly and steadily.

On the way, they faintly saw a few shadows that seemed to be nothing, however, the night here was too dark, and those shadows disappeared after a slight flicker, and even the Yin Nine Kills, who were accustomed to night action, could not tell whether the other party was a human or whether it was really a zài.

The wind is blowing. The winds felt like they had legs, passing through the narrow, musty-smelling passages and alleys, making a "whirring" laugh like a demon frolicking and chasing.

The qiē, the silhouette, the color, the sound, the smell, are all so uncomfortable.

Yu Fanxiang passed by the wind, only to feel that the whole body was cold, the cold seeped into the body from every pore, and the hands and feet were ice.

Yin Jiu Kill is in such an environment, but he is like a fish in water, and he is at ease, Yu Fanxiang looked at him, and really felt that he was worthy of the name of "Death".

She knew that with him, it would be fine.

At last, they came to the foot of a high wall where the sound of wailing and silk bamboo sounded.

It was a wall two feet high. Yin Jiu Kill is concocted in the same way, using a flying hook to climb the wall, and then lying on the wall to observe the movement in the wall.

Yu Fanxiang thought that he was just looking at it like last time, but only about two quarters of an hour later, Yin Jiu Kill jumped off the wall and disappeared at the end of the high wall.

After pondering for a while, Yu Fanxiang also climbed up the wall along the rope of the flying hook, only to find that there were tables, chairs, stones and other things under the side of the high wall.

These footsteps made it easier for her to climb down.

At her feet was the courtyard of a courtyard house, and in the courtyard, Yin Jiu Kill was talking to an old man who played the huqin.

She walked to Yin Jiu Kill's side, and saw the face of the old man who played the Huqin on the only lantern in the courtyard city, and was immediately startled, and her face changed slightly.

This old man turned out to be a leprosy patient

Even if the light was not so clear, Yu Fanxiang could still see the red spots, pustules, and wounds on his face and hands, as well as how the hands holding the huqin were deformed and twisted, and although she had no prejudice against such a patient, she still subconsciously felt disgusted.

But she still restrained this desire to escape, and stood firmly, with a shallow smile on her face.

Yin Jiu Kill's expression and attitude are no different from usual.

He looked at the old man and said, "I'm looking for some people wearing masks." I think they live here. Can you sue me about these masked people?"

The old man opened his cloudy eyes, first looked at him for a long time, and then looked at Yu Fanxiang, and did not look away for a long time.

Not only him, but also the patients who were rolling and wailing on the ground, and the patients who were lying in the room, also ran out to see the "rare animals" when they heard the news.

They either have abscesses and rashes on their bodies, or their skin is ulcerated, or their bodies are deformed, or they look strange, anyone who sees them will think that they are abnormal, they are either suffering from frightening strange diseases, or they are born monsters, and they are taboo things that normal people must stay away from.

And now, these monsters were red-eyed and drooling, slowly surrounding Yu Fanxiang and Yin Jiu Kill, like a group of monsters seeing the fresh food delivered to the door.

As the queen of Jinguo, Yu Fanxiang has also seen many terrifying scenes, including mountains of corpses and rivers of blood, but at this moment, she just wants to flee without a fight, never step here again in this life, and never see these monsters again.

She felt her legs trembling, she felt as if there were countless cold snakes crawling on her spine, and even cold snakes burrowed into her body, she wanted to vomit, and her clenched palms were full of sweat.

She wondered if she would be able to run if she was allowed to leave now

Even if she was armed with weapons, would she have the guts to cut these monsters into several pieces?

Mo said that she felt that the bodies of these monsters were full of terrible and unknown viruses, and even the air here was full of viruses and pests, and she was even wondering if she would have contracted some strange disease and whether she would become like them

Just thinking about it made her shudder, trembling, but unable to move.

All she can move normally is probably her eyeballs.

Her gaze moved slightly to the side, Yin Jiu Kill still stood there quietly, weak and windy, as if the wind would fall, but his feet were like the roots of a towering tree, deeply rooted in the earth, no matter what kind of storm, he couldn't let him move a step.

There wasn't even a drop of sweat on his face.

Yu Fanxiang looked at him, whether he really didn't care, or was his concentration too strong