Shen Mengxi exclaimed directly, for no other reason, just because the Taoist priest sitting on the bed was just a dead man.

On the rickety body, the skin is shriveled, the skin is blackened, and the stench of the corpse can no longer be smelled, and even if it is dead, it has been dead for a long time.

The head bowed slightly, without the slightest reaction.

"It's dead,......," Shen Mengxi said in a daze.

Ziyou didn't speak, but looked into the whole room, this is the top of the mountain, the top of the mist, if it is said that the immortal road that Shen Xiang said is in the mist, then there should be some clues to be found here.

Otherwise, in such a large place in the fog, if the clues are placed elsewhere, it is impossible to guarantee that they will be absolutely reached, which is an inevitable reasoning.

The room is unpretentious, revealing the ordinary life of the owner.

There are a pair of calligraphy and paintings on the wall, the picture quality is not high, it is not from everyone's hands, it depicts a picture of a farmer's pastoral scene, the farmer is ploughing, the peasant girl picks mulberry, a thriving state.

There is a mention of the word: Sixty years of searching for immortals, in vain for a dynasty.

Shen Mengxi looked at the painting with a faint sense of obsession. "Is that fairyland?"

Lack of imagination, fairyland or something, after all, it is the place where the Jade Emperor lives, and the pastoral affairs of the farmhouse, the eight poles can't be beaten.

Ziyou didn't bother with Shen Mengxi's question. Instead, he walked to a table, there was a book on it, and when he opened it, it seemed to be the account of the dead Taoist priest, all of which were some experiences in cultivating immortals, and the refining method of pills.

These things have no value at all, and this special thing is not fantasy, so all this is feudal superstition.

Of course, although most of the ancients did not succeed in cultivating immortals, they have accumulated a lot of valuable experience for future generations, which cannot be ignored, such as gunpowder, such as wet copper smelting and so on.

Azusa turned directly to the last page.

Thirty-four years of Hongxing, September 13.

The last date was more than a year ago, and the timeline was after Shen Yang died, that is to say, when Shen Yang was still there, this Taoist temple was not abandoned, and if he wanted to leave a clue, he should not take this as a point.

"Do you remember when your father's festival was?"

"The eighth day of the lunar month."

Ziyou didn't care how sad Shen Mengxi was when he mentioned this matter, and turned the account forward, looking for the things before the eighth day of the lunar month in the thirty-second year of Hongxing.

On the eighth day of the lunar month, the old man died of illness, and the people wept bitterly.

"Huh...... In this way, this old man and your father are good friends? Ziyou was slightly surprised when she saw this.

"Dad, let's get out of here, I feel a little ......cold" Shen Mengxi crawled on Ziyou's back with some uneasiness, and looked back at the old corpse, although it was motionless, it always gave people an eerie and terrifying feeling.

"Hey, it's just a corpse, there's nothing to be afraid of, if you feel cold, just hug me, cough cough! Don't choke my neck so tightly! Ziyou said helplessly, and continued to rummage forward.

"It's not...... It's because I feel like someone has been watching us......" Shen Mengxi whispered in Ziyou's ear.

"Look at us? That old way's eyes are weathered, what do you think of us, ghosts? Don't be funny...... Amuse...... Funny......"

In the end, Zi You, the whole person stammered, and the moment he looked up, he clearly saw a person's eyes from the madman in the window.

Ziyou's heart twitched, it was impossible to say that he wasn't scared, but he didn't scream, so he stared at him.

Who will be here?

In the next second, Ziyou chased out of the house. "Who!"

Ziyou shouted, and when he chased outside, the man had already run towards the outside of the Taoist temple. When Ziyou saw him, there was only a back left.

It was a man, also wearing a Taoist robe, and the back was ...... to Ziyou. Somewhat familiar......

Shen Mengxi was also frightened, grabbed Ziyou tightly, and asked scaredly. "Could it be a ghost?"

"It's just pretending to be a ghost."

Ziyou's eyes froze, and he chased after the door.

Bang bang bang.

The sound of running was clearly visible, and soon Ziyou recognized the direction in which the Taoist priest was running.

Chased it there.

Under the Taoist temple, there is a dense fog, and you can only rely on the sound to identify the direction, although the figure of the Taoist priest has disappeared in sight, but the footsteps and running in front can still stop.

It seems to have been done on purpose, and at this time, Ziyou was suspicious, and the suspicious Taoist priest seemed to be guiding them.

But the doubt is why he didn't dare to show up in front of Ziyou and Shen Mengxi. The two of them had no reason to be afraid, or that the man had a ghost in his heart.

If you want to find the answer, you can only chase it over, and then talk about it, I don't know if I groped in the fog for a long time, and whenever Ziyou didn't know the direction and stood in place and was confused, the footsteps came again.

It also confirms the conjecture in Ziyou's heart.

The man really wanted to take Azusa somewhere.

After walking for a while, the Taoist temple had been completely submerged at the end of the fog, and Ziyou stopped.

In front of him was a cliff, already a dead end, and the thickness of the fog had reached the extreme, and he could not see his fingers.

There is a suffocating smell of water in the breath.

The footsteps had disappeared, and no matter how long Ziyou had been standing in place, there was no sound again.

"I can't see anything." Shen Mengxi complained behind Zi You, of course Zi You knew this, what he was thinking about now.

If the Taoist priest was guiding them somewhere, and now that the footsteps have disappeared here, then this means that this is the end?

Where is the legendary fairy road?

There was no feeling at all, except for the cliff covered in dense fog at his feet, and he couldn't see what was going on below, there was nothing strange about it here.

"Maybe ......" Ziyou squatted down and looked at the bottom of the cliff, could it be that the Taoist priest meant to let them jump off the cliff?

It's only when you show off your brain that you're so funny.

Ziyou picked up a stone next to him and threw it down, but perhaps because the cliff was too high, the falling stone did not respond for a long time.

How deep is this? It can't be a crater!

Just when Azusa was squatting.

Shen Mengxi, who was on his back, seemed to sense something, and when he turned around, he only heard a slight sound. A pair of feet, step by step, appeared in her eyes.

Shen Mengxi's eyes widened, and he looked up at the person behind him, just seeing his face clearly, and just wanted to scream.

The man who appeared behind him thrust with both hands.

Ziyou and Shen Mengxi...... And so he fell.

"Ahh

The sudden change, even Ziyou couldn't help but scream.

It's over, it's really eight lifetimes of blood mold, then again, it seems that this is really a fairy road, if you die, it's really possible to see the little sister.

As long as you don't touch the ground with your face, everything can be accepted, Ziyou thought desperately.

(To be continued.) )