Tonight, the moonlight is mostly covered by dark clouds, and the gray-white fog is drifting with the wind, so the sight is not very good, at most I can only see the distance of more than ten meters, plus the whole street is a dead silence, I can't help but feel a little frightened, so try to speed up the pace, all the way is a trotting state. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But after walking for more than ten minutes, I suddenly noticed that something was wrong, because there was still a mottled stone road under my feet, and on both sides of my side, in the gray-white mist, were faintly visible Qing Dynasty buildings.

This Heping South Road is only more than 800 meters long, and the route is straight, it stands to reason that it can be completed in seven or eight minutes, why am I trotting for more than ten minutes, and I will still be in the middle of the street? It felt like I was standing still, but when I turned my head to observe, I couldn't see the stone plaque and the security booth behind me. Confused, I picked up my pace again and ran quickly forward.

But the real evil thing happened, this road seemed to be stretched by an invisible force at this time, there was no end, I ran for more than ten minutes in a row, and I still did not run out of the street. At this moment, looking at the faintly visible Qing Dynasty buildings in the gray-white mist, I felt a sharp chuckle in my heart, and a bad feeling spread instantly.

Why is this happening? Why can't I walk this street? Do you want to go on a lifetime and fail? I was terrified, but unfortunately no one answered this question in the dead night.

Mo Mo was still waiting for me, I couldn't just give up, I ran again in fear, and after more than ten minutes, looking at the scene around me that was still the same, I almost despaired. But at this moment, I suddenly heard the sound of a crowd talking in front of me, looking from a distance, more than 50 meters in front, there are lights and shadows bright and dark, flickering, and there are people who buy and sell in the shadows, and the bustling seems to be very lively.

I was overjoyed, walked briskly forward, and when I got closer, I found that it was a night market, and the middle of the street was full of stalls, each stall was lit with a kerosene lamp, candle, or soybean oil lamp, etc., and many people came and went, but it was a little strange that the stall owners and pedestrians were wearing ancient fabrics, which made me stand out in short sleeves.

Could it be that wearing fabric is the rule of this night market? I underestimated that luckily the passers-by didn't look out of the ordinary because I was dressing differently.

Most of the stall owners of this night market are selling antiques or quirky things, and there are some stalls selling snacks in the depths of the night market.

"Maybe these people know how to get out of this hellish place, right?" Approaching one of the snack stalls, I thought.

The owner of this stall is a skeletal uncle in his forties, with two beards and a white towel around his neck. Next to the stall was only a half-meter-high quadrangular table, and there was no one on the table. On the stall, there is a huge iron pot, on which pieces of white things float with the boiling water, and because the iron pot is overheated, the stall owner will wipe the sweat on his forehead with a white cloth around his neck from time to time.

"Uncle, do you know how to get out of here?" I asked.

The stall owner was expressionless and sallow, and he didn't even look up, but just took a sieve woven of bamboo and fished it in the hot pot.

"Uncle, do you know how to get out of here?" I thought he hadn't heard clearly, so I raised my voice and asked again, but the stall owner still didn't hear it.

"This guy is weird!" I muttered, and was about to leave, but then the stall owner suddenly spoke, "Eat, your chaos is good." With that, the stall owner walked over with a blank face and placed a white ceramic bowl on the four-corner table, and in the bowl, several fat chaos exuded an enticing fragrance.

"Uncle, I don't have anything to eat......" I stopped and asked suspiciously, but the stall owner began to bury his head in work again, and didn't pay much attention to it, I was a little embarrassed and wanted to leave, but looking at the fragrant chaos, I felt that my stomach was suddenly a little hungry. Looking around again, no one came to eat this bowl of chaos, I couldn't help but swallow my saliva and asked, "Uncle, are you going to treat me to eat?" But I didn't have any money! ”

The stall owner lowered his head and said expressionlessly: "I don't want money!" ”

The chaos on the table was extraordinarily fragrant, I touched my stomach that was already growling, I didn't say much politely, and thanked: "Mmmm, thank you, uncle, do you know how to get out of here?" ”

The stall owner didn't respond, just bowed his head and did things with an expressionless face, and after going through it several times, I was already surprised by the stall owner's reaction, picked up the spoon on the table, scooped up a piece of chaos, and swallowed it with gusto.

"Wow, it's delicious, it's better than the food cooked by my beautiful sister...... "Chaos is surprisingly delicious, fluffy and soft and elastic, gently bite down, there is a sweet juice inside bursting, spreading throughout the taste buds, I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction that I have never felt before.

I ate the whole bowl of chaos in three or two clicks, there was no soup left, touched my mouth, I stood up with satisfaction, and was about to say thank you and ask for directions, but I didn't expect to turn around, but I found that the stall owner was standing behind me for some time, with a sallow face, staring at me expressionlessly.

Defenseless, I was startled, instinctively took a step back, and pressed my body against the corner table. Unexpectedly, the stall owner suddenly stretched out his right hand and grabbed my wrist. Don't look at the stall owner's skinny appearance, but his strength is surprisingly great, and when he grabbed me like this, I suddenly felt a tingling pain in my wrist, and my bones seemed to be crushed.

"Do you want to eat white food?" The stall owner put his expressionless face up, almost glued to mine, looking at his sunken eyes, I was afraid for no reason, and said, "Didn't you say you don't want money?" ”

The stall owner retracted his sallow face a little, and said in a gloomy tone: "That's right, this bowl of chaos really doesn't cost money, but it costs your life to exchange, after all, there is no free lunch in the world!" ”

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey......"

After the stall owner finished speaking, the vendors and pedestrians around him suddenly stopped shouting and shouting, showed a grim smile, and slowly moved their bodies to move closer to me.

These grim smiles were even more piercing than the cold wind of winter, and I shuddered and asked, "What do you want to do?" ”

"Of course you're going to pay off with your life......"

The stall owner answered, and at the same time, his face began to rot strangely, and a gray-white mist evaporated above his head, and a smell of animal decay came to his nose, but in the blink of an eye, the stall owner seemed to have been tested by a fire, and turned into a black corpse, with two eyeballs hanging on the bridge of his nose against a nerve, and white maggots kept gushing out of his eye sockets. What's even more terrifying is that when you turn your head, the pedestrians around you also begin to rot......

"How so? Are you ghosts? "My head was instant, and I shook my arm vigorously, trying to break free from the shackles of the stall owner, but unfortunately the stall owner's strength was surprisingly large, and I couldn't shake it at all." What am I going to do? I'm not going to die here, am I? "The fear in my heart is spreading!

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