As the most cultural city in China, Yanjing has a particularly strong sense of existence standing far away, and it is an indelible pride in the heart of any Chinese son.

In such a region full of cultural heritage and fashion, there is an unknown alley, which has no name, or it used to be, but it has been forgotten for too long to remember its street name.

The total length of the alley is about 100 meters long, and from beginning to end it is almost impossible to see people entering and leaving, because it is narrow, if you push a bicycle to pass by, the person on the opposite side must turn sideways and squeeze to pass, if you meet a fat man, you can only go backwards.

There will be no motor vehicles passing by, and there will be no hawkers passing by, so it is relatively quiet and clean, so you may have this question, how can there be such a clean street, in fact, the reason is very simple, this alley, every day there will be such an uncle in the morning and evening to clean it, and sometimes in the summer will be washed with water wheels to keep the freshness here.

There are no residents in the alley, only shops with closed gates, and green grass on the ground paved on the side of the bluestone road, symbolizing that spring has quietly replaced the cold winter, and the damp earth air rises from under the heels, so that passers-by will inevitably feel that they are still in the bitter cold.

Because of the lack of sunlight all day long, some of the closed doors began to rot and peel off the wood chips became the uncle's daily chorus, sweeping them into the cart behind him again and again.

At dusk, after the uncle swept the entire alley from beginning to end, he pushed his cart and disappeared silently from the alley, and the tranquility of the alley began to miraculously turn from this moment.

Heavy wooden doors opened inward, and the alleys that had been thought to be uninhabited had a life for him, but despite this, it was still out of place in the city.

Nineteen Twenty-Four!

The old name of this alley originated from a certain source, and no one will know it today. The older generation has been reduced to dust, and it has become a symbol of the Dark Age.

Judging from the dragon soul information, there are only so many clues.

The owner of the entire alley had died of cancer a few years earlier, and the people who replaced it were said to be young. I never passed by this alley, but after keeping the original rules, I shuffled the cards again, combining the big and small here into a unified world, a world called the dark world.

It seems a bit strange and terrifying to hear the name, but in fact, on the surface it is just a chaotic street of all kinds [do everything, sell everything, whether you have the courage or not, you will basically not return empty-handed when you come here.]

It's not the first time that Xiao Rin has heard of the existence of such a world in Yanjing, and in this land, there are many people who hide dragons and crouching tigers, but these people don't like glamorous appearances.

He knew what Shou was hesitating about, and he knew that there was such a world from the time he knew him. And Shou, who escaped from it, only happened to meet Xiao Rin, and a bowl of beef noodles was bought and entered into the five sons.

Mamoru can be said to be the last of the five to enter, and the most silent of the five. Maybe others won't understand. But Xiao Rin knew what he was suppressing, and this long-term suppression had been invisibly pierced by him at this moment.

Looking at this alley, which was only about a hundred meters long, Xiao Rin narrowed his eyes, is it a dark world? He really wanted to know what a place would be like where he could make the world so depressing. …,

Don't buy, don't sell" Looking at the name of the store, Xiao Rin repeated it playfully and then raised his feet and entered the hall. A few tables, a few chairs. The old-fashioned sense of crossing into the realm is a bit deep, and the clock in the middle of the hall makes a clattering sound, and in five minutes it will be seven o'clock in the evening.

Standing in the hall, looking left and right, there is no one, and he is really lacking in hospitality gifts, no wonder there ♀ is no business, not as hot as the first few on the side, because of curiosity to come in, there is a little regret.

If you don't buy or sell, doesn't that mean not doing business? After Xiao Rin muttered, he was going to quit the store, not wanting to turn around, his fingers touched a raised part on the pillar, he settled down and looked, it turned out to be an old-fashioned electric bell, just like an electronic bell used outside the door in the eighties, a black plastic base, with a red dot on it, you press it, and the bell installed somewhere will ring, very interesting thing.

With such a discovery, Xiao Rin pressed the red dot twice with his slender fingers, and there was no special sound in his ears, which not only made him wonder, but was it just an ornament? He pressed it twice more without giving up, but there was still no response, he pouted at the thing, and his mouth left.

"What kind of person, like a ghost, keep pressing, don't you know the rules here?"

Immediately what caught Xiao Rin's eyes was a hunchbacked old man, his gray goatee was upturned, he didn't see where the old man came from, when he turned around, the person was already behind him, Xiao Rin didn't wipe it at all, such a shock was hidden under his grinning face.

"Your face is raw, new kid?" The old man looked Xiao Rin up and down, and the fine in his triangular eyes was exposed.

"First time!"

"What do you want to sell?" The old man casually found a stool and sat down, with black face and open cloth shoes, tied breeches, dressed in the clothes of the founding period, and holding a dry tobacco pouch in his sturdy wrist. If you add a braid to the back, it will be even more joyful.

"I don't sell my hands, I want to buy things."

The old man twitched. With big eyes, the triangular eyes couldn't help but aim at Xiao Rin: "I'm a pawnshop here, and I have nothing to sell." He rejected Xiao Rin's request.

"Old man, this is framing me!" Xiao Rin smiled and sat down next to the old man: "How did I hear that the legends in the outside world are different, there is nothing in the dark world that cannot be bought." ”

Xiao Rin folded at the old man, deliberately saying the word dark more heavily, as if he was afraid that he wouldn't hear it behind his ears.

"What are you doing so loudly?" The old man roared angrily, jumped up from the stool, and stared at Xiao Rin with a wary expression, although the smile was harmless, but he was in unspeakable danger. He slowly approached Xiao Rin, who was sitting motionless, and circled in a slow rhythm. "You smell of dead people." (To be continued.)