Soon after entering the county seat, Bu'an found that this place was not completely disorderly.

Although most of the pedestrians on the streets are aimless, some of the shops are still open, and there are few diners in the restaurants and tea houses, but they are not empty.

Since there is order, there must be sane people. In this way, people's hearts are much calmer.

When the procession passed a teahouse, Bu'an sent people to ask where they could stay in the city to eat and stay. After a while, Li Da actually brought out the shopkeeper of the teahouse.

This shopkeeper is in his fifties, short and fat, with a smile on his face, and a strong Fujian accent mixed with official dialect. Li Dashan's family naturally can't understand it, but Bu An can understand it - the "Hu Jian" accent is even quite kind to him.

Under a question, it turned out that the owner of this teahouse ran an inn at the end of the street, and now it is difficult to do business, and there are vacant houses, as long as you give enough silver, it is not difficult to ask for wine and meat (the price is naturally not cheap).

Bu An told him that the price was easy to say, and only let him lead the way. The shopkeeper then ordered the second junior in the store to close the door, and he took the seven divisions and his party to the end of the street.

Bu Anxin was surprised, why the shopkeeper saw his group unsuspectingly, as if it was commonplace. He was about to ask, but the shopkeeper had already spoken: "Your officers and soldiers have come and gone, and you have come and gone, and you are probably staying for a short time this time, right?"

It turned out that he regarded his own group of people as officers and soldiers - it didn't seem to be wrong.

"I'm going to stay a little longer. Bu An responded casually, and then started talking to him.

The shopkeeper's surname is Lin, a native of Ningyang County, and he is very familiar with the situation in this county, but once Bu An asks about the Moon Worship Cult, he is secretive, and it seems that talking about this is quite taboo.

"It's getting dark. Shopkeeper Lin walked fast, almost trotting, looking at the sky while running, and said worriedly: "The evil moon will come out in a while, and the road is not very peaceful, let's go faster." ”

Bu Anxin became more and more confused, but he was not in a hurry to ask. Anyway, what exactly happens at night will be known in a moment.

The group ran along the street, and soon came to a rather magnificent inn, and was led in by the shopkeeper Lin, explained the origin, hastily registered, and entered the backyard.

More than 200 people crowded the inn, but it was not chaotic, and the free commanders took the allocated houses. Shopkeeper Lin seemed to see such an orderly team for the first time, and he couldn't help but be amazed.

Bu'an stayed in front of the hall, took out two silver ingots at once, and ordered the inn to prepare meat and food, and the wine was exempted.

The innkeeper was a wealthy middle-aged man in his forties, and after taking two young servants to get busy, when he saw the silver, his eyes were shining, and then he was puzzled: "The military master doesn't know anything, and it is inconvenient to enter and exit in this county at night." Tonight, I asked the military master to be wronged, and when it dawned tomorrow, he asked the cook to go out to buy meat and vegetables. ”

Bu An was not reluctant when he heard this, so he quickly ordered the kitchen to prepare food and feed the brothers first.

At this time, the shopkeeper Lin of the teahouse stood at the door and looked out, hesitated for a moment, closed the door of the inn, bolted the heavy door bolt, and muttered: "I can't go, I'll stay here for a night." ”

Bu'an thought about it before and after, and became more and more curious about what would happen at night in this Ningyang county town.

"Shopkeeper Lin......" He casually stuffed a piece of silver over and said softly: "Could it be that there are ghosts in the night?"

When the word "ghost" came out, Su Su's face, who had been following him, changed greatly, and a small hand covered his entire face, leaving only two eyes exposed.

The shopkeeper surnamed Lin quietly took the silver, and muttered a little in his heart: There has always been only the silver of filial piety to the military master, how can it be reversed today. However, since he had the silver to take, of course he would not refuse, so he hurriedly took it, stuffed it into the wide sleeves of his coat, and said with a smile on his face: "It's not just a ghost." ”

It was too late to say that, before he could finish speaking, Su Su dodged and hid under the table.

Seeing this, Shopkeeper Lin praised: "Master Jun, you are a good boy, even Miss Xue, that's it." ”

Bu An didn't know if he was really praising or talking back, in short, Su Su was afraid of ghosts, he was used to seeing it, and he just smiled at the moment: "Could it be that there is something strange, more terrifying than a haunting?"

Shopkeeper Lin shook his head and said, "Little Lao'er can't say clearly. It's not early, and the military master will be able to hear it after waiting a little longer. ”

Bu An saw that Yinzi couldn't pry his mouth open, and probably understood that the strange things in this night could not be explained in a few words, so he asked instead: "Is Miss Xue that Shopkeeper Lin said also a person from your county?"

"Originally, every time an officer or soldier came, Miss Xue had to come to the door in person. Maybe it's been a few times that I've been chilled, but I didn't see her show up today. Shopkeeper Lin shook his head and said.

Bu An frowned slightly, and said in his heart that this old shopkeeper was so clueless when he spoke, and suddenly it occurred to him that maybe he had lost his soul like those walking dead, but the illness was not so obvious.

Thinking back, he said that he couldn't say clearly, maybe it wasn't that he was too lazy to say it, but he was really stupid and couldn't say it clearly......

As soon as he thought of this, Bu An felt a hairy in his heart.

Could it be that the people in this city are all left with only remnant souls, and the difference is only in different degrees?

Thinking like this, he looked at the expressions and movements of the shopkeeper Lin and the innkeeper again, and sure enough, he found that they were still much slower than ordinary people. What is it that makes them what they are?

Bu An pressed the doubts in his heart and decided not to tell the result, so as not to scare everyone.

He took matters into his own hands, poured a cup of tea, sat on a chair and sipped it one by one, listening carefully to the movement outside the inn.

The sweet tea water flowed through the throat, and the fatigue accumulated over the mountains and mountains for days was slowly dissipating little by little.

And while the fatigue dissipated, another mood similar to inertia or burnout was coming towards him bit by bit.

Bu An knew that this was the sequelae of the long-term mental exuberance, and the foundation of his divine power cultivation had this feeling, and the brothers of the Seven Divisions were afraid that it would be even worse. However, the place seems to be quiet and peaceful, but the danger that surrounds it is much deeper than in the mountains.

I don't know how long later, he smelled the smell of food coming from the backyard, and was about to get up, when he heard a faint sound of people outside the inn.

The voice was like a shout, and it was like a song, both ethereal and distant, and it was chilling...... Bu An suddenly remembered, where did he seem to have heard a similar sound, the spiritual song in the church, the scriptures in honor of the deceased?

He turned his eyes to look at the shopkeeper Lin, and saw him squatting on the ground, his arms clenched, trembling, as if he was trying to restrain something. Tears and snot flowed down his cheeks, like an addict with a drug addiction.

Bu An kicked the foot of the table, lowered his head and said to Su Su under the table: "Don't hide here, go find the blind people." When Su Su heard this, he jumped out from under the table and went to the backyard.

In the empty front hall of the inn, only Bu An and the shopkeeper Lin who was squatting on the ground remained.

Bu An got up and walked to the door, put his ear to the door and listened for a while, then reached out to hold the deadbolt, pushed the door and walked out. At the same time, the black shadow transformed by the charm closed the door behind him, tied the deadbolt to the door, and followed out through the crack in the door.

The blood-colored pedestrians on the street, wandering around during the day, stood still one by one at this moment, their hands stretched out towards the evil moon, and the words in their mouths.

In the distance, there were faint sounds of weeping and wailing. Bu An dodged into the night, and walked in the direction from which the voice came.