Please money shop side, the old man put the rattan chair in the thin warm sun, because this small street is east-west, so the front of the shop is warm light, but due to the special reason of this town, there is no scorching light all year round, even if it is dog days, the sun here is cold. Fortunately, almost no one has ever been out in this town, so I don't know the difference from the outside world. Those who can go out will not care about this difference with the outside world, after all, there are many strange things in this town, and there are many unknown big secrets involved, and it is difficult and complicated to investigate them.

The old man wore a thick shirt today, and the old man who was full of decay seemed to be unable to stay up to the cold, even if he sat in the sun, he still wrapped his shirt tightly, and the old man looked dull under the sun, like a withered weed, let the breeze blow.

On the threshold, the old shopkeeper occupies the position where Li Deng usually sits, and he is still an old face that is not smiling, this old shopkeeper has a stinky face no matter who he is, even the old man who guards this place with him, still can't see his good face.

The old shopkeeper sat for a while, silent, as if he was thinking about something.

The old man sitting on the rattan chair ignored him and slowly flipped through a broken book. The reason why it is said to be a broken book is because part of the book seems to have been destroyed by fire, and the lower half was cut off by the fire, full of ashes, and the reason why this book survived may be that the old man found it in time and put out the fire, otherwise the book would really be gone.

The old man looked bored, and slapped the book on his hand, and the ashes shook off one after another, but the ashes did not fall to the ground, but dissipated.

The old man was a little annoyed and scolded: "A group of bastards, you can't burn a book, who will burn half a book to?"

It turned out that the book was not accidentally lit by the old man, but only half of it was burned like paper money.

The other half may be lying in some unknown altar.

The old man put down the broken book, and picked up a book full of talismans from his feet, the style of the talismans is like a knotted old tree root, the yellow paper is the bottom, and the red sand is painted, like a face, every time the old man turns a page, it is like a trickster changing a face, but the old man is looking at it with relish.

Insiders look at the doorway, and laymen look at the liveliness. The old man's attainments in the talismans, even the old shopkeeper can only look at him, even in the outer world, there are only a handful of people who can teach him in the attainments of the talismans, and those people are now better than him, hiding behind the super forces one by one, and drawing a few talismans when they are fine, those sects are all grateful as if they have obtained a treasure.

The old man flipped through it very quickly, and it was true that these talismans depicted on the books did not have the slightest spirit at all, the real talisman collection, which one was not from the hands of a famous artist, as long as this kind of book came out, it would be robbed, who would be willing to burn it?!

The rune set is not like other books, the real rune set, each rune template will hide the charm of the gall, that is the essence of the rune, it depicts the operation of the rune and the drawing method, painting the rune is not a job that everyone can do, otherwise just find a copy of the carved book to write and paint, everyone is a great master.

The talisman set in the old man's hand can be said to have no spiritual aura at all, it is like a dried corpse, and there is no sign of the flow of "blood" at all.

However, the old man still watched with relish, in the final analysis, his attainments in the talisman were too high, it is no exaggeration to say that as long as the old man shook his hand slightly, the talismans on the engraved copy will "live", and even more spiritually than the talismans written by the owner of these talismans, between heaven and earth, can do this to this extent, this is the only one. If it weren't for that, how could he suppress the souls of the dead that had wandered through the heavens and the earth in the first time.

Most of the people who have really seen him make a move are no longer there, and if the future generation of Fu Gong Grandmasters see him make a move, they will definitely be amazed, because his attainments in the Fu Gong have surpassed the Fu family's cognition of Fu Gong, maybe in the Fu Gong attainments, he is a monster!

The old man kept flipping through the talisman set, and the speed was as fast as the face change of a superb magician, which was dizzying. However, the old man was still able to see every talisman clearly, and the subtle flaws on the talisman seemed to have been rubbed down and engraved in his mind by the old man's fingers turning the book.

The old man quickly flipped through the talisman collection, and then turned the book on one side and then turned it aside, turning forward from the last page in turn, and in the book, a unique scene appeared in the old man's eyes. The upside-down talisman lines were originally against the rules of talismans, but in the eyes of the old man, it may be a brand-new talisman that has never been published!

The old shopkeeper sitting on the threshold finally came back from his contemplation, looked at the pages flying from the old man's fingertips, and said hoarsely: "Childish graffiti!"

The old man put down the talisman set in his hand and said with a smile: "It's not bad to have this kind of attainment. ”

The old shopkeeper scratched his head impatiently and asked, "Old thing, if you go out here, how much can you control the world?"

The old man picked up the talisman set again, and after spreading out the talisman set, the old man suddenly raised his hand to tear the talisman set in half, and then threw away half of it, and the dry old hand shook it for a while, and the next moment, the half of the talisman set left in his hand instantly flowed with ethereal brilliance.

The old shopkeeper just raised his eyelids, and the brilliance that flowed was obviously a rich Fu Dan aura.

Only then did the old man check the half of the talisman in his hand and said, "Five-five!"

The old shopkeeper suddenly lost interest, this old thing has spent too much time here, even a high-grade talisman spirituality should have almost disappeared in the endless erosion, and it is not bad that he can still maintain this foundation.

The old man shook his hand again, and the brilliance of those circulars disappeared, and the powerful talismans fell into yellow paper in an instant.

The old man picked up the discarded half of the rune collection, then stacked the rune sets together, put them at his feet, picked up a book of novels, and looked at it slowly, looking a little absent-minded.

The old shopkeeper saw the absent-minded attitude of the old man who flipped through the book, and said in a hoarse voice: "Deng'er is about to be eighteen years old, and the yang energy in his body is growing, and the effect of 'Golden Thread Chrysanthemum' is gradually weakening, and he can no longer suppress the yang energy in his body." This yang energy has been suppressed for hundreds of years, and once it breaks through that barrier, it will be like a wildfire in a rampant wasteland, either he will disperse the yin in this area, or he will be swallowed by the yin and completely merge into this heaven and earth. In this area, I don't dare to take action because of the constant surveillance, so I should arrange for the lights to go out of the 'town'. ”

The old man still flipped through the book slowly, "Whether he disperses the yin or is devoured by the yin, both of these results are unacceptable to us, but it may be a little difficult to arrange for him to go out, after all, everyone in the town is recorded, and it is impossible for those people not to notice." ”

The old shopkeeper was still expressionless, and said: "The lamp is not recorded, and here, if I want to hide someone, it is far easier than if they want to find someone." ”

The old man nodded, it seemed that his old buddy had already left a back hand. He looked up again, pointed to the town, and asked, "If the lights leave the town, then this place should be shut down too, right? After all, they have taken too much from us, and their reward is only the cheapest offerings!"

The old shopkeeper's face darkened at the mention of this stubble, and his eyes surged like a cold knife light, no wonder he always put on a stinky face on weekdays, as if someone owed him something, after the old man said this, those people outside the town should owe him a lot of debts.

The old shopkeeper's knots like yuba lightly tapped on the threshold and said, "Yes, in the past few hundred years, the outside world has taken too many things from us, and we should leave something for the lamp." ”

The old man smiled disapprovingly, and scolded: "Don't rely on the old in front of me, as long as the lamp is still there, no matter life or death, out of this town, he is the king!"

The old shopkeeper finally showed a smile and said: "Yes, one day, Deng'er will stand at the highest place to sanction them and take back what we have lost, thousands of times over, which is also the reason why I have survived until now!"

The old man suddenly remembered the bold words in a collection of novels, tapped the book with his fingers, and said absurdly: "The corpse mountain and the sea of blood are up and down, and only one person can be the king." ”

A land covered in blood must be more psychedelic than a land filled with darkness, especially the blood of the enemy!

The old man pointed to the cold "sun" in the sky and asked, "Do you want to take the lamp away?" After all, it has always existed for the sake of the lamp!"

The old shopkeeper shook his head slowly, "For the safety of the lamp, nothing in the town can be taken away, especially it, even if you and I work together to seal it, those people can still detect the clues, and then think of the town's 'disappearance', I am afraid that the lamp will encounter accidents." ”

The old man nodded, what the old shopkeeper said was not unreasonable, after all, the things here have been smoked by the sinister atmosphere for hundreds of years, and they are indeed a little out of place with the outside world.

But the old shopkeeper suddenly said, "But when the lamp leaves, you can prepare something for him." Talismans, whether in the town or outside the town, are common, and the yin on some talismans outside the town is not much worse than the yin in the town. Therefore, no matter how many talismans the lamp carried, they would not be able to detect it. ”

The old man smiled and said, "Why don't you take me out too?!"

The old shopkeeper snorted coldly, "What's the matter, I can't bear the loneliness anymore? It's only been how many years, compared with the lifespan of my predecessors, what is the amount of time I have?"

The old man sighed, yes, it's only been a few years, but I'm a little tired of guarding this square inch of land.

The old man reined in his thoughts, "It's not easy to arrange for the lights to leave the town, this town has been heavily prohibited, there is only one way to the outside world, and there are gatekeepers, even you and I can't go out without alarming those gatekeepers, let alone the lights?"

The old shopkeeper nodded and said, "There should be more than a ban on the souls of the dead here, for so many years, no living person with great luck can enter this place by mistake, and there should be some other prohibitions." In other words, there is no exit here except for the 'official road', and if you want to send the lights out, you won't be noticed by outsiders, so you can only take that 'official road'. ”

The old man looked at the old shopkeeper with eyes like an old fox, and said, "Do you want to open that official road?"

The old shopkeeper nodded, "If there is a riot in the town that they did not expect, those 'rent collectors' will not be able to cope with the riot, and someone will inevitably come to reinforce them, but the official prohibition at that time should be running wildly, trying to stabilize this world, and at the same time, we can also have a glimmer of opportunity." ”

The old man took over the conversation, "At the same time, the awakened undead will launch an impact on this area, this space will undoubtedly be shattered into nothingness, once the space is broken, the undead are scattered, and the whole space will be swallowed up by the yin breath, just so we can use the cover of the yin breath to transfer the 'town' along the space?!"

The old shopkeeper's eyes were scorching, "The premise is that this riot must be big enough, and in this world, the gloomy aura that has been precipitated for hundreds of years is bound to rise to the ground, so as to increase the combat power of the undead!"

The old man's face was shocked, and he hurriedly asked, "You want to sit in this world?!"

The old shopkeeper nodded expressionlessly, only this method can completely disrupt this world, and the town will have room to transfer, and at the same time, the lights will leave here safely.

The old man was silent for a long time, and then said, "Do you know the price of sitting in this space? Not to mention the forbidden methods of the outside world, even the bite of the tyrannical undead is enough to tear you into nothingness!"

The old man said sadly, "You will really die!"

The old shopkeeper stood up, looked at Red Candle Town, and said: "Hundreds of years ago, I used to be nameless, in that holy war, even the edge of the battlefield could not be touched, and now I have shrunk for hundreds of years, I have long had enough of suffering, I want to use my last strength to start another holy war to divide the territory! I will use my last roar to beat the loudest war drums for the holy war, even if I die, this war drum will resound!"

The old shopkeeper suddenly spread out his hands, and the wind was surging, and the yin wind wailed, like the roar of thousands of powerful ghosts, and the dense clouds like a poisonous miasma came down to the sky, but there was no thunder and lightning.

"The wrath of the slaves of the dead country will burn all over the land that once was, and those forces that operate in the old land of our country will only be roasted with blood and burned bones. This land they have seized will become their last burial ground, and the flag of our country will fly with their ashes! Those martyrs who have never abandoned their land will finally be pacified and rested forever within the jurisdiction of the country. ”

"Martyrs wandering in this world, have you heard the call of the land? The war drums of my Li clan beat again, and in the sound of this drum, pick up the fallen swords, go to punish the group of thieves, hold the guns and halberds in your hands, and judge the group of prisoners!"

"Li Shi's son, even if he turns into dry bones, he will ask for battle with gods!"

"I will beat the last war drum for the Li family!"

The old shopkeeper's voice was not excited, and even a little subdued, but the rotten aura was gone, replaced by a sharp spear like a halberd.

This drummer of the dead country is as sharp as a sword through the battlefield at this time.

A poisonous miasma of clouds covered the town, and a gloomy rain fell in the town, like a silent cry.

The old man also stood up and said impassionedly: "The war drums are bloody and the flags are spreading, the armor is bright and the clouds are flying, the swords are thundering and the swords are thundering, and the warriors of the country are swept up in the eight wildernesses. ”

......

In a dilapidated Taoist temple, the Taoist stood under the eaves, and the copper bell in his sleeve rang rapidly, like a wind chime under the eaves being blown by a strong wind. The man stretched out his hand to press the brass bell, and then reached out to catch the rain, "In July, there is a sound of drums in the wilderness. ”

It's been a rainy July...

(Weaving is cricket.) ）