Yu Moxi and the two came to the camp where Nian Bukai was stationed, and Nian Bukai had already received the news and had been waiting for a long time.

"Lord Prison, City Lord Yao, you're finally here! Inside please! ”

The year did not open and the two were driven into the main account.

When he came in, Yu Moxi saw that the map of Ping'an Town had been hung in the camp.

Yu Moxi went straight to the topic: "Commander Nian, let's talk about the current specific situation!" ”

The year is no longer greeting: "My lord, our people in Ping'an Town have sensed the existence of demonic qi several times, but those demonic cultivators are too cunning, and they will immediately flee as soon as there is a disturbance, and they will never clash with us head-on." ”

Yu Moxi's eyes were faint, without a hint of expression.

I was unhappy and didn't know if I should continue to talk about it.

Yao Qing coughed softly, and continued to be cheeky again:

"There are almost no guards stationed in Ping'an Town, and it is on the verge of breaking away from the control of the city, and the people here are sensitive, which has had a great impact on our search."

Tut!

Blind for a long time, the summary is that there is no progress!

Yu Moxi's eyes fell on the map that had been hanging: "Let's talk about Ping'an Town, if the evil demon cultivator is really hidden, then the evil demon cultivator is most likely to hide in Ping'an Town." ”

Seeing Yu Moxi speak, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "Ping'an Town was still a quiet town thirty years ago, close to the sub-mountain range of the Endless Mountain Range - the Yuwu Mountain Range, the Yuwu Mountain Range has a humid climate, and the rain and fog do not stop all year round, so there are few demonic beasts inhabiting here, but the herbs and even elixirs that like moisture and yin are very rich, and the town here is engaged in the herb collection industry, although it is not rich and expensive, it is more than stable." ”

"Ping'an Town is an ancient town, not counting the next 30 years, it has a history of 300 years, I heard that Ping'an Town has been in the same house for generations, every household is four generations in the same house, Ping An has a long life, the strange thing is that they have maintained four generations in the same house, once a new generation is born, within a month, the older generation will all pass away, smiling Jiuquan."

Even if he was talking about it, he couldn't hide his surprise on his face.

Yao Qing was silent on the side, not knowing what he was thinking.

Yu Moxi was also surprised when he heard it.

It's not surprising that four generations are in the same house, and there are five generations in the same house.

But the generations are four generations in the same house, one generation is coming, one generation is falling, Yu Moxi listened, and felt that it was not a blessing, but like some kind of curse.

Yu Moxi asked: "There should be a foreign marrying girl or something in the town!" Is this the only way to happen in Ping'an Town? ”

Nian Bukai nodded heavily: "That's right, as long as it is a family that settles in Ping'an Town, this is the case, and once you marry outside, this strange phenomenon will not occur......"

Yu Moxi looked at the look of the year, and his intuition would not be so simple.

Sure enough, Nian Bukai's tone changed: "However, my subordinates sent people to check the townspeople who married or moved out of Ping'an Town back then, and found that the average life expectancy of all of them could reach fifty to seventy.

However, fifty is like a dividing line between heaven and hell, before the age of fifty, their life is either safe and smooth, or rich and worry-free, after the age of fifty, everything changes!

Poor and lonely, it is still lucky, the family is broken, and there are not a few wives who are separated! Some of the incense is even gone......"

The sharpness of Yu Moxi's eyes flashed.

Eccentric!

It's weird!

Ping'an Town, like a ridiculous mockery, a fatalistic curse.

Three hundred years of peace were filled with untouchable sorrow, and then, in just thirty years, the "peace" of three hundred years was destroyed.