Chapter 87: The Ghost Town (Page 1/1)

The new Fengdu City is actually the Fengdu City on the periphery of the Sichuan and Shu Administrative Region. Fengdu is a ghost town, which was the ancestral land of the Leng family a long time ago, but for some reason the Leng family no longer thinks that this is their ancestral land, but there is still a ghost hall that the Leng family grasps.

Fengdu used to be called Xudu a long time ago, and later the traditional Chinese character reform became simplified Chinese, that is, Fengdu. However, the name Xinfeng Capital City still seems strange, and it is not the usual name, but an officially recognized name. Legend has it that this is to distinguish it from the former capital of Xu, so the word "new" was specially added, but there is almost no information about the former capital of Xudu.

"Ghost towns, it doesn't seem to be any different!" Although Zuo Wei Tianyantong is a half-ass, she generally doesn't have any major problems. She glanced at it, her eyes were peaceful and calm, and there was nothing gloomy.

"Of course, although Xinfeng Capital City is not a first-tier metropolis, it also has a total population of 1 million, how can it be a place where demons and monsters are rampant." Leng Yu smiled, but that smile could not be fully relaxed, which proved that she still had some unspeakable scruples in her heart.

"But if it's a rampant demon and a monster, it's true in some parts of the city." Zhu Hai took out the map and compared it to the two of them. To be honest, the design of Xinfengdu City is completely beyond the comprehension of modern urban planning, and the outermost city walls are as tall as ancient times, which is like a siege to guard against the tide of beasts. The shape is a regular pentagonal shape, and five 30-storey mourning towers are erected at each point.

There are also four contoured towers inside, three of which are distributed in an equilateral triangle on the outer edge of the city center, and the last tower is like a central hub, on the center of a regular triangle with four centers of equilateral triangles.

"In the mourning tower here, the lower 10 floors are open, but in addition to the tower guards, there are all ghost elves, which can be said to be all-encompassing, and the demons are dancing wildly, and it is rumored that there is an overlord elf in each tower to suppress it!" Zhu Hai used a ridiculous tone here, presumably he didn't take this nonsense seriously, in such a second-tier city, there are nine king-level overlord elves, it is simply a fool's dream.

However, Leng Yu knew that although he didn't know if there was one per tower, there were at least three ghost overlord elves, which was right. What she came here to do had something to do with these overlord elves.

"By the way, Leng Yu, are you here to help screen high-quality elves?"

It is normal for Zhu Hai to ask this question. The elves of the Comfort Tower, of course, cannot be completely wild, although they are not considered captive, but they are no different from the free-range "running pheasants". The alliance strictly monitors that the elves here do not mutate, and at the same time feed them regularly, and it is even rumored that they will be allowed to move freely between each other's towers during the Midyear Festival (Halloween).

The young elves born will also be taken care of, and there is also genetic exchange with the outside world, which can be said to be a large-scale ghost elf training base and protection area in disguise. Since you can get acquainted with the high-quality elves that produce the same as Charizard Valley, there will definitely be major forces to divide the quota in the season, and there is no doubt that in addition to the alliance, the Leng family accounts for the majority.

"Yes, it all starts with reaching out to grassroots work." This is the cover for Cold Rain to come here. Of course, she doesn't feel that doing these low-level chores is a loss of identity, and this is also a very technical job, which is often led by high-level cultivators, and practiced by intermediate cultivators, which is not considered hard work, but a beauty difference for those cultivators.

In addition to the fact that advanced cultivators can profit from it, they borrow flowers to offer Buddhas and make friends with a group of people, and as long as they don't move too much, everyone won't say anything. Intermediate cultivators, as an internship to train themselves, and the salary of a daily knot is also very good.

"Then we'll be waiting for you at the Pokémon Center!" This kind of thing, of course, has no room for outsiders to interfere, Zuo Wei knew it very well and took the initiative to mention it, but Leng Yu grabbed Zuo Wei's little hand.

"Actually, there's nothing to shy away from, I can take you to the sidelines, maybe there will be trouble for you." Leng Yu actually stretched out his hand to keep people, and the two of them naturally realized that there was a hidden meaning in it. So he nodded, and followed Leng Yu to find a big hotel and open three rooms to put his luggage.

"I'm sorry, maybe it's going to be late for dinner."

"It's okay." When the three of them arrived at the tower in the center of the city, it was already dusk. Guandu is called "the time of the devil", and at the time of the delivery of yin and yang, this snow-white tower, which is like mutton fat white jade and ivory, suddenly exudes a strange atmosphere in the eyes of the three people.

Leng Yu walked in front, Zhu Hai Zuowei and the two stayed at the door, between the cold rain in front and the guardian in the central lobby said a few words, and then the guardian immediately retreated into the house, and after a while, two fat and thin two Huafa Lao Suo who were over half a hundred years old came out.

Leng Yu also beckoned to Zhu Hai and the two behind him, Zhu Hai and Zuo Wei hesitated, they didn't know the nature of this matter, and they didn't want to be directly tied to the "chariot" by Leng Yu, so Zhu Hai quickly and secretly left a word for Bai Cangshu, and then walked in with Zuo Wei.

"Zhu Hai, Zuo Wei, the place we are going to is not the consolation tower on the ground, but underground." The cold rain brought the two of them to the door of the underground gate, which was firmly guarded by the authorities, and then explained to the brightly lit underground tunnel.

"Underground, are you going to the Great Spirit Hall?" The city's open-mindedness towards life and death is incredible, and the entire city is under sewers and cables, and is the world's largest cemetery and mourning hall, where elves and human ashes are all under the tombstones of white flowers. When Zhu Hai and Zuo Wei saw the sea of solemn and sacred tombstones like waves for the first time, they were strongly impacted.

The huge underground space, through the whitewashed and somewhat dazzling wide corridor, then to the Great Mourning Hall. This underground belongs to the world of the deceased, decorated warm and bright, neat but not boring and monotonous. Between the high and low tombstones, there are still many people stopping or walking through, and there are even children smiling quietly with their parents. It seems that coming here to visit their deceased relatives is the same as their family's daily activity after dinner.

"It's nice that everyone, living and dead, is at peace here. In addition to the grief of a few people, what is left here is more nostalgia for the deceased and hope for a better future. Zuo Wei couldn't help but fold her hands, and Zhu Hai also nodded, this positive attitude shocked him.

However, the cold rain carried them through constantly, and the destination of their trip was not here.

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