Ye Siming coldly caught a glimpse of the corner of the robe in my hand, and angrily propped up his finger against my lips.

The stiff fingertips can bring a touch of gentle comfort. In order to escape the embarrassment, I had to take advantage of the situation to cage next to him, hoping to get into his wide robe, preferably without even showing his eyes.

This girl is not undisciplined and deliberately throws herself into her arms.

It's just that the closer I get to the white fire swaying bungalows on both sides of the road, it is difficult to control my heartbeat, as if there is something extremely frightening hidden in these seemingly peaceful and peaceful houses.

Finally, I noticed that the scenery in front of these houses had changed, but the biggest thing was that there were a few more strangely shaped terracotta figurines.

Contrary to the unmistakable scenery from the entrance to the city, there are now one or several terracotta figurines in different postures standing on the steps under the front porch of the house.

The workmanship of these figurines is delicate and subtle, but the dyeing is so cheesy that one can't help but wonder if the people who made these figurines suffer from severe color blindness and aesthetic distortion.

Purple lips, red eyes, blue hair, green skin, and crimson clothes.

Either gray lips, purple eyes, green hair, red skin and paper-white clothes.

For example, each statue has its own color scheme that borders on perversion.

These red, green, yellow, purple, and purple little things show an alternative demonic and eerie atmosphere under the miserable white candle flame.

The deeper you enter the city, the more porcelain figurines there are, from one to five or six in front of a house, and none of them repeat the posture, but it is impossible to see what they are doing.

I was horrified, but I couldn't describe what I was afraid of.

And because I have been walking for so long, I have never met a person or even a creature, and absolute silence is absolutely treacherous and terrifying.

Walk past a decaying stone monument again, no different from the previous one, lonely on the side of the road, still hanging a white lantern, with a few lines of illegible ghost drawings engraved on the tablet.

"No life and no death, no return." Ye Siming took me to stop in front of the monument and whispered softly.

He looked at the monument, looked back at the way we had come, and his gaze swept over the clay figurines nearby, and then his expression became more solemn.

"What do you mean by that?" I stared at the lines of ghost drawings for several seconds, but I couldn't make out what he had just read.

Those lines that seem to be words are actually more like a complicated totem.

"This place is the outermost layer of the netherworld, known as the immortal city, and it is also a layer separated from the world, and it is a necessary place to enter the netherworld from the well." Ye Siming explained in a low voice, and while clutching his sleeve, he wrapped my exposed neck as well.

As if he was afraid of alarming something, he covered Xiao You's little mouth, grabbed it from his shoulder and stuffed it into my arms.

"Don't run around here. This is the center of the immortal city, and you may encounter some unavoidable trouble. ”

"Why do you have to go inside? Ye Siming, can we go back where we are, from the alley we just came from? ”

To be honest, I'm almost scared to my knees about this twisted and weird ghost place, and I can't wait to burrow into a hole and leak directly to the other side of the earth, although I can't tell if this ghost place is still on the plane of the earth.

"Of course I want to send you back, but I must not return where I am."

Ye Siming explained softly: "The Well is only a one-way passage, and even if you suck the target into the Netherworld, you can't return to the world through it. So I'll have to get you to safety first, and then I'll find a way to get you back. ”