Meng Yuanji heard that his steps did not stop, and he still buried his head in the front: "Don't stop, keep walking." He lowered his voice, suddenly raised his hand to his mouth, and bit his fingertips hard.

The crimson blood was smeared on the walls along the way.

The clouds are flowing in the sky, and time is passing.

Another lap.

Tang Xin grabbed his arm violently: "Look! ”

On the wall around the corner, a blood-colored flower bloomed, and Meng Yuanji had already seen it. The wound on his left index finger was still aching.

The blood stains on the walls are slowly turning black.

How long have they been here?

Human blood when exposed to air is very different from when it flows through blood vessels.

Ah Yan slammed headlong into the wall.

It looks like it's reddish.

Meng Yuanji turned his face sideways and glanced at Tang Xin: "It seems that you and I are going to be unlucky today." But after all, his steps forward have not stopped.

The path they have traveled is different for each one, but no matter which path they choose, they will eventually run into this wall.

It's as if the river city they are in is a huge labyrinth, and it is constantly changing.

Not to mention that Ah Yan doesn't look very sober, even if it is, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave with them.

It's not just that there's something wrong with this place, it's that the whole city is wrong.

Meng Yuanji took off the sword on his back.

Whether it is useful or not, it is always safe to have a weapon in hand.

The scenery along the way is constantly changing, and there are fewer and fewer pedestrians coming and going.

The sun is fading and the wind is getting colder.

Twilight falls at their feet and eats their shadows.

The blood that Meng Yuanji painted on the wall was also gone.

In the darkness, he and Tang Xin glanced at each other. They are still trapped in the "labyrinth", but the direction of travel has changed.

I don't know how long it took, Ah Yan fell down tiredly.

The astonishing heat on its body has turned into a weak warmth.

Tang Xin held it in his arms and walked forward with it.

Halfway, he and Meng Yuanji thought about it, but they also stopped and didn't move. But they don't move, time is still moving. Sit back and struggle, let's struggle.

What's more, they have survived until now, which somewhat proves that the enemy has another purpose.

It was already completely dark.

Bright stars, all over the sky of Jiangcheng.

They saw Beidou.

But even with the stars to show the way, nothing could be changed.

They are like stupid rats in front of the claws of wild cats, running and running, but they can never run out of the position circled by the cat's paws.

Ah Yan whimpered and called out "little master".

Tang Xin stopped, looked ahead and asked, "Meng Liu, did you hear me?" ”

Meng Yuanji also stood up and said softly, "I heard it." ”

There was a wailing in the wind, as if a pig was being killed.

He suddenly remembered what the little boy had said. Daddy, eaten by a monster.

Tang Xin asked, "What should I do?" Stay here, or go over and have a look? ”

Meng Yuanji smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid there is a pig demon waiting for us there." ”

But since they're pigs, why play with them like cats? A guy with such patience, is it really a pig demon? He recalled the descriptions he had seen in the books, the fangs, the ugly faces, even if they were human, they didn't look like human bodies—they were all telling him that they were the ugliest of the monsters of the ten directions.

Is there still a pig demon in the human world today?

Meng Yuanji and Tang Xin approached the pig farm one after the other.

Outside the strange-looking mansion, the word pig farm was nailed to the door frame.

It seemed to be made of iron, and the two words shimmered in a dark glow in the light of the lantern.

Behind the door, it is said to be a house, but it is not like it.

Sixth Young Master Meng, who was born in the rich family of Xiling, has seen a lot of inexplicable and messy things, but it is the first time he has seen a house like this.

"Pigsty?" He muttered, and shook his head.

Of course, the pigsty shouldn't have been born like this.

But to say that this is a house for people to live in, it is obviously not.

He stood under the lamp and looked up at the sky.

The starlit night looks so calm and beautiful.

The door of the "pig farm" is not locked.

The crack in the door is shiny.

And they heard the wailing again.

Meng Yuanji flexed his fingers and knocked on the door twice.

"Tuk tuk", the howl suddenly stopped. With the back of his hand on the door, Meng Yuanji looked back at Tang Xin and made an inquiring look with him.

Tang Xin hugged Ah Yan and nodded.

"Tuk-"

Meng Yuanji knocked on the door again, his voice short and loud.

The house was quiet, and suddenly the sound of pigs crowing came one after another.

Meng Yuanji held his breath and distinguished: "One end, two ......"

There seem to be a lot of pigs in there.

Tang Xin stood behind him, his eyes heavy: "The thing inside is not a pig." ”

Meng Yuanji bowed slightly and pushed the door open.

The pig doesn't stop when he hears a knock on the door, and screams for help when he's sure it's someone.

Those wails, after listening to them for a long time, can hear the difference even if you can't speak the words of a pig. They're really crying out for help.

Meng Yuanji pushed the door open, but did not enter immediately.

He stood sideways, looked around, and shouted "Hey": "You're already here, aren't you going to come out to meet guests?" ”

Tang Xin was startled by his sudden shout of "Hey", and looked behind him with a pale face.

The land was empty, and there was not even a ghost.

Meng Yuanji sighed: "How can there be such hospitality. He stepped over the threshold.

The vestibule was lit up with a huge light, like a day covered with oiled paper.

It was a bronze goose fish lamp.

The wild goose looked back, and the fish stood tall, half a person tall.

Meng Yuanji had never seen such a high lamp.

In front of him, one on the left and one on the right, there are two identical goose fish lanterns.

Between the two lamps, there are cold iron chains.

It was a forbidden place enclosed with iron chains.

Meng Yuanji breathed lightly and subconsciously took two steps back.

He almost bumped into Tang Xin, but there was no way to take his eyes off the front.

Tang Xin walked out from behind him, his face even paler.

In the chained territory, a strange group of prisoners is being held.

Snow-white pigs, huddled together, with their ears flapping.

They were crying, shaking with cry.

A weeping pig is a hundred times more strange than a weeping man.

Tang Xin recognized it at a glance.

These pigs are clearly all human.

He hugged Ah Yan tightly, and the warmth exuded by the monster became the warmest thing in the world at this moment.

Meng Yuanji grabbed the long sword and sharpened his teeth.

No wonder the child kept calling "big pig" and "big pig", and said that his father was eaten by a monster. He only saw pigs, but he didn't see his father, but he didn't think that his father was eaten by a monster turned into a pig, where would he think-

Daddy is the pig.

Howling and screaming, the eyes of the white pigs are still human eyes.

Meng Yuanji stepped forward and slashed at the lamp holder with a sword.

But the wild goose did not move.

The wind resounded with the sound of eating laughter.