"King Zhen's Mansion, is it there?" Mu Sensen pointed to the end of the long street, due east.

The night was mixed with a curtain of rain, and there was nothing to be seen.

The old woman nodded, "White Dragon Mountain, King Zhen's Mansion." ”

Mu Sensen helped her up, wiped the tears from her face, and helped her stop the bleeding on her hands.

"Don't cry, I'll help you go to King Zhen's Mansion to see if I can find your daughter."

"Really?" The old woman was amazed and delighted.

"Really. It's just that you have to tell me clearly first, what kind of place this is, who is Prince Zhen, and ...... What is the era name now. ”

"Good, good! Whatever you want, I'll tell you......"

There was a creak, and the crack in the door of the shop behind them opened wider.

An eye appeared behind the wooden door, looking at Mu Sensen vigilantly.

"Hey, stranger, if you don't want to die, be less nosy! If you offend King Zhen's Mansion, you will have no place to bury! ”

"You push a girl into a fire pit before she dies without a place to bury."

"You know a? We've been raising the orphaned widow for more than a decade, and now it's their turn to do something for the townspeople. To be a man, you must pay attention to knowing and repaying your kindness, and crying on a good happy day is really unlucky! ”

"If you feel unlucky, marry your daughter, and Chong Chong will be happy!"

The man behind the door slammed the door shut.

Half an hour later, the rain subsided, and Mu Sensen stood outside Sanshi Town, looking due east.

In the midst of the dark night and rain, a blue-black mountain stood between heaven and earth. The top of the mountain was shrouded in heavy clouds, and lightning flashed constantly, making it clear in the dark night.

It wasn't until he really entered the gap between time and space that Mu Sensen understood what Rong Nianzhen meant in his previous words, time and space are very different, and they are self-contained.

This piece of time and space is about taken from a certain area in southern Jiangsu.

The time was seventy years ago, yes, seventy years ago when Mu Yu was still alive.

In the hearts of the residents here, there are constant natural disasters and soldiers outside, and it is Prince Zhen who has blessed this pure land.

The natural disasters and military chaos are consistent with the historical facts of 70 years ago.

Prince Zhen has lived here for 30 years, and is a kind-hearted, charitable, and compassionate person. However, in the past two years, his temperament has changed drastically, his behavior is impermanent, tyrannical and cruel.

But the people were afraid of natural and man-made disasters outside, so they didn't dare to go out, so they could only endure the tyrannical rule of Prince Zhen.

The prince Zhen in their mouth is the cousin of Emperor Dezong.

In Mu Sensen's memory, there is no such a Zhen prince.

Maybe she's not paying enough attention to the royal family, or maybe it's ...... Really, there is no prince Zhen in history.

The prince of Zhen here appeared out of thin air.

“…… Evil spirits are in the sky. You don't have to count it to know that there are strange things there, and the name is still Bailong Mountain. Doesn't that mean that there is no silver this time?"

"Be careful. It's raining just now, but you should actually find a place to drink some ginger soup. The man's voice rang in her ears.

Even people who can't see him can imagine his frowning slightly and serious when he said these words.

Mu Sensen laughed and shook the string of bells hanging in his hand, and the bells made a series of crisp sounds.

This is the little silver bell that the old woman gave her, and Xiu'er also has a string on her, which is a token.

"It's time to get away when it's dark. Rest assured. Wait until you get to King Zhen's Mansion and have a big meal. ”