Before my eyes, the whole picture of an ancient water town gradually emerged, with a long shoreline made of countless irregular granite barriers, filled with earth, almost two meters high.

All the buildings are built in the same style and are built next to the water, similar to the tiled houses in our village, but there are also obvious differences. Most of the buildings in our village have been renovated and few have remained in their original appearance, and they are less than 100 years old, and the dwellings in this ghost town are quaint and old. The main body is a wooden structure, on both sides is a high second-order blue brick horse-head wall, the top is a seat-kissing seathead, the roof is higher than the horse-head wall, the edge is soft and smooth, covered with black tiles, blending with the night, but most of them are old, the wall is mottled, like a large molting human face, it seems to have been abandoned for a long time, some of them have even collapsed, leaving only the ruins and broken walls, and the wooden supports stand like skeletons, which are very desolate and strange in the night.

On the central axis of the ghost city is a river channel that is not wide, barely able to pass four canopy boats side by side, which is also the only entrance for us to go deep into the ghost city.

The shoreline of the ghost city stretches for miles, boundless, it is hard to imagine that an ancient town of this scale is completely abandoned, uninhabited, and what is even more creepy is that under the eaves of each house hangs a lantern made of white paper, like a pale skull, looking gloomy.

What happened here will turn from an ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River into a dilapidated ghost town.

The boat was still moving forward slowly, and several boats nearby were also gathering towards the entrance of the river, and I inexplicably felt a chill on my back, and instantly got goosebumps, and I always felt that the ghost town in front of me seemed to hide something very terrifying, which made people tremble.

Soon, we entered the central axis river, before we had three boats had sailed into the ghost town, we entered side by side with another canopy boat to pick up people, Lao Qian and the crosser also knew each other, the two greeted each other, and continued to go deeper into the ghost town together. At this time, I can see clearly, the round white paper lanterns on the eaves have no traces of damage, and they seem to be not far away.

Looking at this ancient building up close, most of the houses are doors and windows wide open, like frightened faces, but the inside is empty, black as substance, many have been decayed and damaged, and even some beams and columns have been bent or even broken, the whole house is crumbling, it is impossible to live in it, perhaps it is precisely because of this that it is in line with the name of a ghost town.

We passed by the first river port, and I saw that the two boats in front of me were already docked on the shore, and the crosser lifted the curtain and walked up the steps with a soul-attracting lamp and chanting an obscure incantation, and I could not see anything behind him, but I could guess that some ghost should follow.

The whole scene was very strange, a person led the way in front, but there was not even a shadow behind him, until the Duyin man stood still on the shore, turned to stare at the air on the stone steps, and his head swayed slightly from side to side, as if he was carefully counting the number of people. The whole process was like a one-man show of the Yin Crossing Man, filled with a strange atmosphere, until finally, the dark green soul-attracting lamp in the hands of the Yin Crossing Man suddenly went out, and we knew that he had finished his work.

After crossing a quaint stone bridge, we also arrived at our destination, where the boat we were traveling with docked on the opposite shore. Lao Qian picked up the rope and jumped off the boat, tied the rope to the shore, and said, "Old Wu, Master Sun, come down, it's here." ”

I was outside the canopy, jumping out of the boat first, and looking back to wait for Master and Godgrandpa.

At that moment, a man came out of the boat on the other side, and he jumped out of the boat and stood still, just in front of my eyes, a young man of fifteen or sixteen, but with just one eye, his unruly gaze pierced me deeply.

There is a good saying that some people naturally like to look at people with their nostrils, and this is the case with the young man on the other side! It gives people the urge to immediately go up and punch him in the nose.

He was slightly surprised when he saw me, but immediately looked away, because someone came down from the boat again, this time a middle-aged man, with a mustache, a thin face, and a dragon-headed cane in his hand, and he walked with a limp, and the young man went up to help him. I found that the two were more than similar to each other, and they seemed to be father and son.

The middle-aged man who noticed my gaze turned his head to look at me, his eyes colder than the winter night, and a kind of disdain for me.

However, as Grandpa Gan appeared in his sight, his eyes suddenly showed a trace of surprise and awe, and he hurriedly disappeared into the night of the alley with the young man.

Grandpa Godfather also turned his head to look over there all of a sudden, but the person was gone.

I don't know what it's like to be looked at from behind, but seeing that both the middle-aged man and the godfather showed extraordinary perception, I realized that people who are really capable of it, even a glance will perceive it, and this is a terrifying alertness.

If you want me, I guess I won't notice it if I'm targeted by a hungry wolf......

We got off the boat, and Lao Qian told us that he was waiting for us here, and explained that we must leave before dawn, otherwise we will be lost in the ghost town forever.

Both Master and Godfather are very aware of the rules of the ghost town, but Lao Qian still tells him again and again, which shows its importance.

We walked into the ghost town's dilapidated bluestone road, covered with a thick layer of moss and dewdrops, and it was easy to slip when we stepped on it.

I thought the rally should be full of traffic, shoulder to shoulder, and full of prosperity. However, the scenery in front of us could not be expressed by no one else, and even those who went ashore like us quickly disappeared into the shadow of the ruined walls.

In such a place, how does Master find what he wants?

I was about to ask Master, but he took the lead into an alleyway, and I hurriedly followed.

The alleyway was not long, and after passing through two houses, I came out, and I saw on either side of the street only the doorways like the mouths of the abyss, with pale lanterns hanging and the light of the fire, which shook gently in the wind. There were only a few scattered lights, flickering orange fires. However, I found that each lantern had traditional Chinese characters written on it.

Master looked left and right, and saw a front with the word "詢" written on the lantern at the door, so I immediately came to the door, and then went straight into the darkness, followed by me, and in a moment I entered a place where I could not see my fingers, and kissed Master's ass in a few steps.

Then I saw a pale candle light up in the darkness, illuminating a small space. It was only then that I saw that we were standing at a counter, and in it stood a man of about fifty years of age, but his face was pale, his eyes were like black holes, there were no eyeballs, his tongue was drooping, and he had been cut in half, and the bloody cut gave me goosebumps all over his body.

It's a ghost!

I hid behind the Master, afraid to meet his gaze, but who knows who he is looking at with his black eyes!

The Master took out an old piece of paper from his pocket, which seemed to have words on it, and the paper was soft and rough, a bit like straw paper used to go to the toilet, and showed it to the ghost, and then asked him bluntly, "I want to know where this paper came from." ”

The ghost glanced at it, placed a yellow piece of paper money on the table, and opened his palms with five fingers.

Without saying a word, the master took out a stack of paper money and put it on the table, saying, "No more, no less, you can count." ”

With a move from the ghost's hand, the paper money on the table instantly turned into ashes, and he didn't even see the burning flames, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into ashes, and the wind blew and scattered all over the ground. And in the ghost's hand, there was an extra shiny copper coin, but it was translucent, not a real thing.

Then he took out a piece of paper, wrote and drew on it with his fingers, and when he was done, he handed it to the master, who took it and looked at it before leaving.

When I went out, I flashed out of my corner and looked up to find that the two lights at the door had gone out after we entered, and as soon as we went out, they came back on.

Master glanced up, pointed to the tallest seven-story pagoda in the distance and said, "Let's go there." ”

This time, we finally met a person carrying a large bag on the road, with a round face and a full beard, and when he saw us, he waved excitedly and shouted: "A few big guys, do you want goods?" I have cheap goods here, and I can negotiate the price! ”

As a result, the master was so eager that he didn't pay attention to him at all.

We quickly arrived at the bottom of the seven-story pagoda, which is the only unusual building in the whole ghost town, but the same thing is that the door is closed, and there are two white paper lanterns hanging at the door, emitting a faint white light, but the lanterns are large and rectangular, and the words written on them are a big "轄".

The master paused and said, "This is where the city lord is, be careful when you go in for a while, any ghost city lord is not a good master." ”

As soon as Master's words fell, the closed door suddenly creaked open, and the darkness like an abyss inside slowly overflowed.

My heart crumbled, and I felt an invisible oppression rushing towards me, as if there was a mountain standing in front of me.

Master took my hand, settled down, and stepped in with his legs raised.

As soon as we entered the tower, the door behind us slammed shut, and I almost jumped up.

Immediately afterward, six oil lamps suddenly lit up all around, and the pale light of the fire illuminated the entire layer at once.

I saw a person standing in the center of the hexagonal space, dressed in a blue and black robe, with a bun on his head, a dusty waist, a silver wire perpendicular like a horsetail, and an emerald green jade inlaid at the end of the dust.

The moment I saw the robe, I was surprised and delighted, fortunately it was a person! It's not a monster with visual impact, it's just that the aura I just felt at the door was emanated by this person? Moreover, why would a son of the Daomen become the lord of a ghost town?

The man had a pale face, but had a nose and eyes, a long strand of hair on his chin and a chest hanging, and he had a morbid handsomeness, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, shining with fine light. Looking at the master and the godfather, there seemed to be a flash of lightning.

Master and Grandpa Godfather were also slightly startled, and then heard Grandpa God's voice whispering in the back: "Ghost cultivation! ”

What is ghost cultivation, and later my godfather told me that it was a kind of cultivation realm that was achieved by the death of a person with a Tao, who used magic to protect his soul and soul and cultivated in the world, and while being washed by the yin wind, he improved his cultivation by absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, resisted the damage of the yin wind, and constantly refined the soul, and accumulated over time to achieve a kind of cultivation realm, which lasted for as little as a hundred years and as many as a thousand years. Once the realm of ghost cultivation is reached, not only can he get rid of the pain of the ghost sun and moon being washed by the yin wind, but he can also be like ordinary people, his hands can be touched, and his words can be spoken, and his own cultivation is even more comparable to countless masters in the world.

How terrible such a person is, to put it simply, now that the master and the godfather have joined forces to deal with him, they may still have the strength to fight.

From the awe in the eyes of the master and godfather when they looked at him, we could know how powerful it was. However, in the face of such people, the master and the godfather are not afraid, after all, they are also people with extraordinary experience, but they just show a kind of respect, as if they look at their predecessors.

"What are you looking for here?" He asked, his voice echoing through the space like a flood of bells.

The master handed over the rough piece of paper just now, and this person took it, looked at it, and said, "This is my paper...... Oh, it turned out to be him, so, what you want is "A Hundred Years of Catastrophe"? ”