She ...... Is it really okay? Lin Miao looked at it with a little worry, and the little ghost who was dragged into the attic by the back collar of the white fangs asked in a low voice.

"It's okay, this little ghost is too obedient, it's good to suffer a little." I raised my eyebrows, my face was indifferent, and I was serious in my words, and I inevitably had some schadenfreude in my heart.

Leaning over and holding Lin Miao's thin body into the crook of my arm, I turned around and walked towards the depths of the city.

"Where?" Lin Miao was surprised.

"Take a look in the city." I replied in a low voice, I wanted to find someone in the city and inquire about the origin of this Shura City.

Of course, I can ask Baiya about this kind of thing, but although this person speaks directly, what should be perfunctory is really perfunctory, and I don't want to listen to his side, so it is better to ask others to save trouble.

However, I guess I thought too much.

Although White Fang can live as a living person as a corpse, the rest of these walking corpses in this town are all like puppets and have no soul, and even if I stop them from talking, these people will not understand or see clearly, and after a moment's pause, they will continue to move forward without purpose.

Yes, those pedestrians walking on the streets are the walking dead in the truest sense of the word.

Even if at first glance, they look like idlers strolling through the streets, but their movement patterns are fixed, like machines, and they will only walk on the same road repeatedly.

Even the people in the houses are doing the same thing over and over again.

After making sure that the pedestrians on the street could not communicate, I took Lin Miao into a house next to the street.

This is a house that looks very ordinary, but it is very ordinary, and the hangers and wells in this yard are all carved in stone.

Even the weeds in the corners, the clothes hanging on the hangers, and the water in the wells are all carved in stone.

It's a fake yard, and there's a real person sitting in that room, if that's a human at all.

It was an elderly woman, who was sitting at a table and eating, and the stone bowl and chopsticks in her hand were empty.

But she still picked up the invisible food, put it in her mouth slowly, one bite at a time, and chewed.

As long as I stood in the courtyard with Lin Miao in my arms, the woman ate as long as she 'ate', in short, she kept repeating the same action.

"Are these people cursed?" Lin Miao looked at the old woman in the room a little stupidly, and sighed to herself.

Her words were probably just used to sigh, but it made me chuckle in my heart, and suddenly remembered a strange story I had seen in "Zhou's Exorcism".

It is said that an ancestor of the Zhou family, in his youth, traveled south, and had seen a strange tribe in the deep mountains south of Fengdu, this clan was born underground, did not see the day, all of them were extremely tall, and their skin was as white as snow.

At that time, there were frequent corpse plagues in Nafengdu, and the ancestor went into the mountains to descend the corpse, but was beaten into the deep valley by the poisonous corpse and mistakenly broke into the land of this clan.

However, in the record, the ancestor of the Zhou family did not conflict with the people of this clan, but only wrote down such an incident as a record.

It is said that the vision of that people has deteriorated and their appearance has also changed greatly because their ancestors have lived underground for many years, and from the description in the article, it is a bit like what people now call 'albinism'.

And the ancestor in that people, found a miracle tablet, the inscription is all ancient characters, quietly copied down, left this place, after consulting the ancient books, only to find that the inscription is a mortal touched the sky, angered the true God, suffered a catastrophe, in order to avoid disasters and seclusion underground, but from generation to generation cursed, not to leave the place of seclusion.

It is recorded in the "Records of the Exorcism of the Zhou Family" that the ancestor of the Zhou family later went to look for the cursed tribe, but searched under the valley to no avail, and never saw those aliens who were born with different appearances again.

I ignored this anecdote before because it was just a anecdote, too mysterious, unreal, and it didn't record any fighting techniques, let alone the inheritance of spells, so I read it at the time, and it was just a story.

Now that I am in such a huge underground complex, after Lin Miao mentioned the word 'curse', I inevitably think of the 'underground city' south of Nafengdu.

Because the place where the aliens lived in the book was not an ordinary cave, at least it should be a very magnificent city.

Moreover, like this Shura City, there is a strong defensive array, and although the city is large, there are very few people.

The only difference is that the people in this Shura City are all dead walking corpses, looking numb, gloomy, and extremely scary to think about.

And what is recorded in "Zhou's Exorcism Record" seems to be a living person.

Of course, in addition to the same long height, this appearance is also very different.

I carefully recalled the details in that anecdote, compared them, and then carried Lin Miao out of the lifeless mansion.

Then the two of us walked around the city for a long time, and finally in a temple in the center of the city, we saw a tall stone tablet engraved with ancient characters.

This stele stands in the temple, and there is a stone incense burner in front of the stele, and there are even a few stone incense sticks inserted in it.

"What's written on this?" Lin Miao looked up at the incomparably huge stone tablet and muttered.

This is a temple, but there is no statue of a god in the temple, only such an inscription.

"Curse," I whispered, and then guessed, "it may also record the origin of this castle, like the prefectural chronicles......"

My heart was agitated, I felt that I had lifted a corner of the mysterious veil of this city, but my pupils suddenly tightened, and I suddenly found that I really didn't know the ancient characters on this stone tablet, but I had seen this kind of writing.

Putting Lin Miao on the ground, I reached into the canvas pocket, rummaged through the secret book of the elixir, and carefully unfolded it to compare it with this inscription.

Although these words are not repeated much, I can be sure that they are the same ancient text.

Lin Miao felt strange in her heart, so she stood on tiptoe, grabbed my arm, and looked at my hand hard.

I came back to my senses, looked at her hard and laborious look, couldn't help but smile, squatted down, handed the elixir cheats to her, and said, "It's the same ancient text." ”

Hearing this, Lin Miao looked at it carefully, but nodded and said, "The words in this book, and the names of those medicines, seem to be the same, look at this, this, and this ......."

Lin Miao pointed out several words on the page, saying that there were these ancient words on the small drawer of the medicine grid.

"......" I really didn't pay attention to this, I didn't pay attention to it before.

"Why don't you go and ask White Fang?" Lin Miao saw that I was stunned and didn't speak, so she proposed.

"But this book ......" This book is not an ordinary ancient book, it records the refining method of the Immortal Pill, and this kind of thing cannot be shown to people casually.

Seeing that I was embarrassed, Lin Miao closed the ancient book with his small hand, and then said, "Ask simply, with the simple way of communication like White Fang, I think he will say, put this book away first." ”

Simple way to communicate? Did Lin Miao think that the grave keeper was simple-minded?

If so, then she couldn't be more wrong.

I thought so in my heart, but I also felt that Lin Miao's words made sense, so I put away the ancient book and returned to the attic where Bai Fang was.

This attic is at the very edge of the city, and when I saw Lin Miao and I wandering around for a long time and coming back, Bai Fang didn't say anything, as if he felt that there was nothing unsightly in this city.

When I returned to the attic, Li Yu was holding a dry herb in one hand, holding it in front of Bai Fang's eyes, and asked him what kind of medicine it was, what it did, and said that he had never seen it.

White Fang, on the other hand, shook his head silently, not looking perfunctory, as if he really didn't recognize the dry medicine.

Seeing such a scene, I couldn't help but wonder and asked him, "Is this attic really where you used to live?" ”

Hearing this, White Fang nodded.

"But you are a pharmacist, how can you not know the herbs in your own collection?" I asked with a light smile.

White Fang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly lowered his head with a sideways look, and then said, "I have lost my sense of smell, and now I can only smell blood and corpse gas." ”

"Huh?" Li Yu was very disappointed and withdrew a hand that was fiddling with herbs in front of Bai Fang's eyes.

I was also stunned, pretending to change the topic, and said, "Just now I went to the city, in the temple in the street, I saw a stone tablet, this temple is not dedicated to gods and Buddhas, but there is an inscription, it is really strange. ”

"That's the Miracle Monument." It was very unexpected, and White Fang was extremely calm.

"Monument of Miracles?" I was suspicious, but my heart twitched, and my heart said that this person is stupid or not?

"As the name suggests, it is an inscription that records miracles." White Fang explained.

I smiled and asked him with interest, "Miracles?" What miracles? ”

"It's a natural disaster." White Fang's eyes, which were already slightly dull, suddenly dimmed a little, but he asked me, "You say, is there really a god in this world?" ”

You told me it was an inscription that said 'miracles,' and now you ask me if I have a god, where do I know where to go?

I pondered, but I heard the little ghost sitting on the ground next to me suddenly confirm with great interest, "Yes, isn't this Aunt and Grandma it?" ”

White Fang looked at the little ghost fixedly, and after a while, he spit out three words with great certainty, "You're not." ”

The little ghost suddenly became angry, and he jumped up suddenly, and was about to pounce on the white fang.

I wondered what he meant by 'God', so I pressed on, "What about the white-clothed gods before?" Su Heyin, is she the kind of god you say? ”

White Fang shook his head, raised his hand at the same time, grabbed the claws of the little ghost, and twisted his hand in a circle, twisting the hand of the little ghost behind him, and grabbed it firmly.

That's right, whether it is Su Heyin or this little ghost, at most it can only be regarded as a ghost cultivator, and the so-called 'family god' is just a dead soul who eats his own incense to worship.

Even the ghost cultivator who 'crossed the catastrophe and became a god' is not as deterrent as the earth immortal who cultivated the golden pill.

Obviously, this god is not the other. Act of God...... So, what exactly is the definition of 'this god'?

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