This place is so weird and ghostly. There was no cloud or star in the sky, and there was a huge blood-red full moon like a disk, but this moon did not shine.

Therefore, everything in the heavens and earth beneath it is still in a thick and deep darkness, only a miserable white papier-mâché lantern glows in the vastness, illuminating some fragmentary and distorted scenes.

The gravel road beneath your feet winds its way between the low, tiled houses overgrown with weeds, and these houses with white walls, black tiles, and red lacquered doors are strangely identical.

And in front of each door there are two identical papier-mâché lanterns, the only difference being that some of them look intact and some of them are broken.

There seems to be no wind in this place, the air is stagnant, and taking a sip is like swallowing heavy muddy water, coldly soaking and suppressing all internal organs.

What's worse is that there is no noise either, and the silence is like being in an endless ruined city. But even if it is a ruined city, there should be some rumors or insect chirping.

And here, it really looks like a static painting, or a broken painting.

This kind of silence is creepy in the heart.

"It's weird here." I looked around and immediately froze, and ran back to Ye Siming spinelessly.

"I can't go back now, I have to find a way. I wanted to help you seal the 'well', but I couldn't think of it. ”

There was silence for a long time.

Ye Siming paused, his starry eyes flashed a few times in the darkness, and he opened his mouth indifferently: "I'll send you back, you don't have to worry." ”

It's really the first time I've seen such a righteous and talkative Ye Siming.

He would stop and look at every stretch of his way, as if he were constantly orienting himself, though it seemed to me that any of the scenery in this ghost place was the same, and it was impossible to distinguish between east, east, west, and north.

Perhaps that's why Ye Siming took me a little cautiously.

He also used his wide sleeves to cover my upper half of my body, as if to help me defend myself from something, or cover my body from the temptation of the outside.

It took more than an hour to wait for the full moon to turn from blood red to orange yellow.

Ye Siming finally relaxed his expression slightly, as if he had judged the correct direction, and his pace began to quicken. I almost had to trot to keep up with his long legs of at least six heads.

Following the gravel road, we continued our walk into the depths of the lifeless town. However, the previous depressed and nervous mood was obviously much more relaxed.

But no matter how long you walk, the ethereal pavilions and pavilions dyed of ink in the distance are always in sight, and they always seem to be out of reach.

There are still large strange white houses with white lights and red paint doors around them, and when you look at it from the side, it seems that a coffin with a uniform shape is lying there.

The two white lanterns in front of the house are like ghost eyes that refuse to close, staring at us in fear.

"Where are we going?" I felt my feet go a little sore, and I couldn't help but tug at the hem of my robe fluttering around me.

The cold, watery fabric slipped through the fingertips, feeling unreal and unreal just like its owner.

Well, this material looks expensive, and you can sell it for a good price if you tear off a sewn handkerchief! I flicked the abacus in my brain at an inopportune time, and my fingers couldn't help but pinch the swing of my robe again.

After all, as a bitter sling, I don't have much talent, and I love to think all day long.

"Shh

"Shhhh

Suddenly, my little hands shook in fright, and I didn't have time to pull out the shape I wanted.