Ling Che hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop it, but an old voice came from behind him

"Childe still don't have to embarrass him, now that place, no one really dares to go."

Hearing the voice, the two turned their heads and looked at the old man who was cleaning up the tea stall next to them

Shen Qingmian was a little puzzled and asked, "But what happened there?" ”

Ling Che was also a little curious, and pulled Shen Qingmian and the two to sit at the table of the tea stall: "Yes, yes, old man, tell us clearly." ”

Tuanzi glanced at his door, ignored it, and played with Ling Che's black horse very happily

The old man saw that they were holding swords and dressed extraordinarily, and their accents were not like the locals, so they were also willing to talk to them, carrying a pot of freshly built tea and sitting opposite Shen Qingmian, while helping them pour the tea, he said: "This city was originally called Xuancheng, mainly selling salt, but it was renamed because a strange thing happened a few years ago. ”

Speaking of this, the old man took a sip of tea and continued, "It's just... About two or three years ago, there was a thick fog shrouded in a hundred miles around the city, at first those salt merchants were just ordinary fog, and still went to buy and sell, but who knows, none of the people who went came back again, a few months ago, there was a monk who did not believe in evil and rushed in with a sword, and stayed in it for several days, but after coming out, his expression was dull, his eyes were blank, as if he had lost his soul, and he was still muttering something from time to time, but no one could hear his words clearly, that is, since then, Rumors spread that the mist would eat people's souls, and no one dared to go there anymore. ”

Ling Che sighed: "Nightmare City, Nightmare City, Nightmare City, it's just that Nightmare City is the only way to go, and you can't get around it if you want to." ”

Shen Qingmian was silent for a while, pulled Ling Che's sleeve, and comforted: "Don't worry, I'll accompany you, it'll be fine." ”

A word of comfort suddenly popped up, Ling Che couldn't cry or laugh a little, but he didn't say anything, he just said: "I'm not afraid of accidents, I'm just worried that the trip will be delayed." ”

Shen Qingmian lowered his eyes, drank tea silently with a somewhat solemn expression, and said no more.

The two paid for the tea, picked up their swords and got up to leave.

The old man looked at their backs, his expression full of worry, and finally shook his head and sighed as he cleaned up the tables and chairs.

Ling Che walked under the tree, picked up Bai Tuanzi, who was playing with the horse, touched its head, looked at Shen Qingmian and said, "The horse will stay here first, we are going to Weicheng by water, and it is inconvenient to take them with you after all." ”

Shen Qingmian nodded, and stuffed them with more grass.

As if sensing their intentions, the group struggled to get off the ground, four paws clasping the horse's legs tightly, expressing protest with actions.

Ling Che twitched the corners of his mouth: "You don't want to take them with you, do you?" ”

Tuanzi nodded again and again, screaming.

Ling Che: "But we are going to take the waterway, and the horses will be very uncomfortable standing on the boat, besides, it is not auspicious to go to Weicheng City, it is better not to take them with you." ”

The dumplings twitched one by one, shaking their heads and desperately hugging the horse's legs, no matter how they pulled them, they couldn't pull them off.

Ling Che was worried, but when he saw that Tuanzi took the initiative to let go of his claws, he ran behind them.

The two of them turned to look at each other, twitching the corners of their mouths at the same time.

I saw that the white ball was wagging his tail at a brown-haired with pure hair.

Ling Che clasped his sword in his hands around his chest, very disdainful: "Tsk, it's really forgetful of friends." ”

Shen Qingmian nodded silently in agreement.

"Where are the wild dogs, go away, go away! Don't try to beat me up little flower idea. ”

Following the prestige, the person who spoke was a fortune teller with a beard and a thief's eyebrows, holding a flag and rushing the balls.

Ling Che was immediately unhappy, no matter how bad the group was, it could only be bullied by the two of them, and it must not be bullied by others!

Playing with the sword, he walked over and sneered: "Wild dogs? Scold! Bullying my family in front of me, is it because I, the master, are dead?! ”