After crossing the bridge, after walking for a long time, the white sky has already appeared gray, and before long, the whole sky will become extremely dark.

In this case, it's time to find a place to sleep.

Zhao Zhongzhi glanced at the sky and said, "Go to that city and rest." ”

With that, he led the group towards a path.

As he walked, the trees in the woods became sparse, and from somewhere in the forest, there was an unpleasant stench, which was unbearable, and Wang Benzhi fanned his nose and said, "What is it, it stinks!"

The cold noodles also smelled it, and he immediately pinched his nose and looked left and right, trying to find the source of the smell.

As soon as he shook his head, he saw a swamp not far away, on the swamp ground, there was a faint layer of black gas, and on the black mud flat below, there were many small snail shells floating, in addition, there were some animal bones, undecomposed fawn carcasses, and a piece of cloth, because the swamp was black, plus the folds of that step, it was impossible to see what the clump pattern on it was.

However, it is not difficult to see that the cloth is a piece of clothing that has not been completely rotted.

At this time, when I saw a group of people in the swamp, they pinched their noses and quickened their pace, this place is so smelly, if you rest here, you will have nightmares.

They continued to walk as they walked, and there was a little obstacle in front of them, and it was a pile of thatch, which grew on both sides of the road, and because the road had not been walked on for many years, it had grown wildly for several years, and now it had grown long, and the wide needle-pointed leaves, like a long knife in the hands of a soldier, stood in the middle of the road, blocking the way.

They stopped there, leaned a little forward, and secretly reached out to the thatch, as if trying to clear it.

"Don't!" the lord shouted when he noticed his actions.

But it was too late!

As soon as Leng Mian's hand was stretched out, it was extremely sharp and cut a big hole in his palm, and soon, the blood was pouring and flowing, and the pain was so painful that Leng Mian immediately stopped his hand.

Seeing this, Wang Benzhi hurriedly took out the cloth from his bag and helped him wipe his blood.

"Cold noodles, this grass is called soft iron grass, its grass blade, can have the sharpness of the usual blade, in addition, this grass will slide on its own, all animals close to it, will be cut by it, so, if you break into this kind of grass, you will be hanged inside. Zhao Zhongzhi admonished.

After speaking, he calmly stretched out his hand to the thatch, and when he saw the thatch blade attacking, he gathered a cloud of yellow gas in his hand, and those suddenly shrunk, and the whole root shrank into the soil.

At this time, he asked Leng Mian: "Are you okay?"

After taking away the cloth that wiped the blood, Zhao Zhongzhi clearly saw that the wound in his palm was gradually healing.

"What are you?"

"Heal the Red Spirit. Leng Mian replied.

"Oh, I see, since it's all right, let's go. ”

After speaking, he maintained the qi mass in his right hand, and led everyone to walk forward slowly step by step, and as soon as the soft iron grass touched the qi, they all shrank into the soil.

Leng Mian looked at this amazing scene and said, "City Lord, how did you do this?"

"It's not difficult, this grass has a characteristic that it is afraid of qi, so as long as they touch it, they will retract their body back into the soil. ”

"Oh, that's right. ”

A moment later, they stepped out of the soft-iron haystack, which happened to be there, also at the end of the forest, and as soon as they came out, a new landscape appeared before them.

It was - a small loess slope.

On the small loess slope with strong winds, there stood a black ancient city with a very ancient charm, and the city looked lonely.

At this time, the weather is a bit bad, and the crazy wind and sand habits dominate the sky here.

"This is it, Bayin Ancient City. Zhao Zhongzhi said.

"Eight Sounds Ancient City?" Leng Mian wrote down in his heart.

"Let's go. ”

With the passage of time, the blurred ancient city gradually became clear in the eyes, and on the walls of the ancient city, the rhizomes of the black vines were clearly visible, and the chimes on the top of the city tower rang out.

By this time they had reached the gates of the ancient city, which were so small that they could see the entire gate without even looking up.

The gates were almost covered with patches of rust, and in addition to that, there were also hard-to-find edges, which were the only traces of the past glory of the place.

The left corner of the gate was broken by weeds, making the gates on both sides extremely asymmetrical, and the black walls were pitted, presumably not less affected by the wind and sand, these signs seem to tell that this city has been abandoned!

What is the fate of this ancient city walking on the verge of death, the ancient city of Bayin!

The architectural style of this city is a castle in the center, surrounded by gardens, and a few small houses on the side, which does not look like a city-state, but the former residence of a nobleman, perhaps a nobleman lived here before.

At this time, they decided to enter the city, Zhao Zhongzhi gently pushed the city gate, and some iron debris fell, this situation, it is completely conceivable how badly weathered it is.

In order not to step on the mud at the door, they jumped directly in, and when they all went in, they paid attention to the surroundings, there was no one in sight, and it was like an empty city.

If you want to say that the most desolate place, it has to be this eight-tone ancient city!

When I got out on the street, I could still see one or two people, but those guys were gloomy and unpleasant, and they didn't make people feel the urge to say hello.

On the ground of the street, there are many broken walls, and half of the plaques have been burned down, the plaques have been eroded by rain all the year round, and they have almost rotted, and in the distant garden, there is an old man with a pole picking cabbage, which was originally used for ornamentation, but now it is a vegetable garden.

Going forward, there was a small bazaar, and there were only seven or eight people selling things there!

They are usually in the city, and they also grow vegetables, and when outsiders come, they have to make a fortune as a businessman, but they are not genuine businessmen, so they naturally do not have any good goods on hand, and what they have in their hands is indeed full of rags.

However, the tatters are worthless, it doesn't mean that they can't be sold at a good price, the key is how the businessman brags!

At this moment, the peddlers were shouting listlessly, they blew some ordinary animal bones into the bones of the moon dragon, and the slightly processed glass slag into priceless diamonds, and the price they shouted was extremely low, this! This! This is simply insulting the intelligence of the customers!

It's really any scrap product, it can be blown into treasure.

Suddenly, there was a shout in the bazaar: "The treasure map of the great pirate Cottonjack is in my hand, and this is unique." ”

When Leng Mian heard this, he was somehow moved, and he looked in the direction of the shouting sound, and saw a short old man, who was wearing a small red coat and holding a roll of paper in his hand.

That piece of paper must be what he called a treasure map.

The city lord who was walking in front of him noticed that Leng Mian had stopped, so he turned to look at Leng Mian and asked, "Why did you stop?"

"I want to go shopping. ”

After Leng Mian finished speaking, he walked straight towards the old man, and when he walked up to the old man, he asked, "Old man, why do you sell this treasure map?"

"Twenty bronze Wenbei. ”

"What? It's only twenty copper Wenbei!" Leng Mian was overjoyed, he took out the money, and when he was about to pay, Zhao Zhongzhi came over and grabbed his hand, and said: "Don't believe Leng Mian, the fakes here can't even reach the level of fakes, don't say it's real, the treasure map, it is estimated that this old man drew it casually." ”

The old man listened and did not speak, but just looked at Leng Mian with a smile on his face.

Leng Mian hesitated for a moment, and then said to Zhao Zhongzhi: "City Lord, I know it's likely to be fake, but I'm still willing to spend twenty copper Wenbei to gamble, after all, twenty is not much money, so I should use this twenty to buy a good mood today." ”

When the lord of the city heard this, let him make a decision.

So, Leng Mian took a stinky parchment, the old man took twenty copper Wenbei, and the transaction was successfully completed!

After that, Leng Mian took out the treasure map and protected it as a treasure, and the next thing they had to do was to find a hotel and consider accommodation, after all, it was already dark.