By the time it was over, the rain had completely stopped, and the surrounding smoke had completely dissipated.

Murong Xi and Tong Yao stopped at the entrance of a small village, and the three words "Lijiazhuang" at the entrance were eye-catching, strange and familiar.

Murong Xi looked around, the village was located in the heart of the valley, with mountain cliffs on both sides.

There were long vines hanging from the top of the cliff to the stream below, like the hair of a woman like a waterfall, and like the long tongue of a monster.

Tong Yao looked at the path leading to Lijiazhuang, there was no one, and it seemed extremely lonely.

Tong Yao stood on the ground, looking up at the words on the archway, remembering that the last time he came, it was still a lively small village full of people, but at this moment, there was no sound at all.

It was as if all the people inside had left, leaving only an empty house, still standing here.

Tong Yao sniffed again, the smell of blood was emanating from this Li Jiazhuang, and there was a strong smell of rot.

She looked back at Murong Xi.

A gust of wind blew, the lantern on the archway of Lijiazhuang swayed, it seemed that it couldn't help the gust of wind blowing, swayed for a while, fell from the archway, rolled to the feet of two people, stopped, and was blown by the wind, rolling farther away.

Murong Xi and Tong Yao's gazes were withdrawn from the lantern that was blown away, and the two of them glanced at each other.

What is certain is that this Li Jiazhuang, after they left the Southern Immortal Gate last time, something must have happened.

This small village in the valley is located at the foot of the fairy gate, and the valley at the foot of the mountain is like this, and I don't know what kind of scene the southern fairy gate is.

"Murong Xi." Tong Yao looked at Murong Xi, who was standing side by side with him, under the archway: "On this archway, there is an inhuman atmosphere. ”

Tong Yao felt it, how could he not feel it.

Murong Xi looked up at the three words on the archway, and the one who could leave a taste on such a high archway must not be an ordinary person.

The two looked at each other again and walked in.

The red blood, along the stream that runs through the village, flows outside the village, and into the sea.

The increasingly strong smell of blood made Tong Yao feel a little spasmodic.

She looked alertly at the deserted village.

Murong Xi looked down at the road under his feet, and from his always calm face, he couldn't see the ripples in his heart.

This Lijiazhuang in the mountains has lived for several generations, but in this generation, it is dying.

Is this the demise of a generation, or the demise of a family.

The two men walked side by side into the middle of the village.

One house after another, the doors were closed, and there was no sound inside, but the smell of blood and decay wafted from inside one house after another.

Murong Xi walked to the door of a house that seemed to have just been repaired, and he glanced at Tong Yao:

"Shall we go in and see what's going on inside."

Tong Yao silently acquiesced, and the small village in the night became more and more cold.

The humidity after a rain still hadn't dissipated, and Tong Yao saw that Murong Xi's hand had already touched the door panel of the wooden door.

Behind her, bursts of cold sweat suddenly oozed out: "Slow! ”

The ghost sent the gods, Tong Yao stopped Murong Xi's movements.

"What's wrong?" Murong Xi's hand stopped on the door panel, slowly turned his head, and looked at Tong Yao, who was trembling a little.