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The Nine Kings had just sailed out of Qingchuan City, which was a scorched city that was burned to the ground by a fire. They endured three days of silent silence in the city, and the coldness of the absence of the living, and finally left the gate at the other end.

A group of ragged merchants were on the opposite side, saying that they were merchants, because their signs were marked by merchants, but everyone was dressed lifelessly, as if they had lost the appearance of merchants.

The white-faced coachman saw the group of merchants and carried a coffin in the middle.

Several people were like a silent funeral procession, carrying the coffin at the four corners, walking forward step by step.

The appearance of the coffin is also very shabby, mainly reflected in the material of wood, and many corners are hollowed out by insects. But the faces of several people carrying the coffin were all yellow and thin, and there was not even joy, anger and sorrow on their faces.

The white-faced coachman drew his long knife to block their way, and the group stopped, but there was no fear on their faces against the blade, and they still had that insensitive expression.

The white-faced coachman couldn't help but have a cold light flashing in his eyes: "Where are you going, are you going for the funeral?" ”

If it was a funeral, this group of people did not wear mourning clothes, let alone mourning, and they did not know what this lifeless group of people was going to do with the sign of a merchant.

The man with the head lifted his numb face and said, "We are selling coffins." ”

Selling coffins? The white-faced coachman's eyes swept over the dilapidated coffin, and said coldly: "People pay attention to decency in death, who are you selling this coffin to?" ”

A broken coffin, even the poor will not buy it, into the soil for peace, if the coffin after the soil can not shelter from the wind and rain, what should I do? Most people, even if they are poor when they are alive, always hope that they will live in peace after death, and they should not lie in such a dilapidated coffin regardless of whether they have an afterlife.

And those businessmen actually opened their mouths, but they were not laughing, and they couldn't tell what kind of sad expression it was: "We don't have any extra materials to make coffins, just this one, there are still three families waiting to ask for it." ”

The red waist sitting in the carriage opened the curtain at this time and glanced outside, and the insensitive and sad expressions of those people fell into her eyes.

It's really like a ghost walk in the white night.

The white-faced coachman put away his knife and let the group go, and the group of people did not have any extra movements, just carried the coffin and marched forward step by step. It's a bit like preparing to return to Yanfu's hometown, reluctant to stay.

"Lord Wang," waiting for the group to go away, the white-faced coachman said quietly, "There are dead people in the city, it is not auspicious, it is recommended that we not stay here." ”

The laughter of the Nine Kings came out, "What, Hong'er seems to be very interested in these dead people? ”

Hongwei is still not used to the title Hong'er, her gaze retracted from the outside, and looked at the Nine Kings sitting opposite: "Their coffins were transported from the front, and we will definitely meet again." ”

The red waist was right, after the carriage passed through the barren soil, he saw an old village, and at the entrance of the village, there were several large coffins.

A lifeless village. The white-faced coachman slowly parked the carriage under a tree, but found that the tree was also a broken old locust tree. There are even seedlings that have just been planted for a short time.

Entering this village, there were not many people, and one person stared at the Nine Kings as if looking at the stars in the sky.

The Nine Kings walked here dressed in white, and the red waist felt that the eyes of the people around him were slowly gathering on him.

There was an old woman who had been staring at the Nine Kings: "Are you here to take us away?" ”

The Nine Kings looked at her wrinkled face, and their faces were moved: "Where do you want to go?" ”

The old woman showed a sneering smile, turned her face to the side, and ignored the Nine Kings at all.

The red waist looked at the nine kings, and said seriously: "Lord Wang, you are dressed in white, they think you are from the underworld." ”

The white clothes are the mourning clothes, and the clothes of the nine kings have never been so obvious as they are reflected at this moment.

Seeing the villagers around him, the red waist seemed to regard the Nine Kings as messengers of the underworld, and his eyes were numb with a little fanaticism.

Jiuwang was still holding the fan in his hand, looking at the red waist and showing a very light smile: "Yes, then it seems that I have come to the right place." ”

As his voice landed, he saw a small child on the steps. A tiny lump, huddled on the steps, I don't know if it's dead or alive.

The most important thing is that there is an adult sitting next to the child, and the adult does not mean to look at the child, so he is so numb.

The lord also looked at the Nine Kings.

Red Waist didn't speak, she was observing the people here, up and down Wuxiang Mountain, it was the purgatory world. It's like a portrayal here. She walked forward to the side of the Nine Kings and the white-faced coachman, who watched the surroundings vigilantly, fearing an ambush.

If there is an ambush here, it will only make people more unprepared.

The Nine Kings said, "The number of people here is not more than ten. "There are only 10 children in a village, and the depression of this village is surprising.

Except for those who didn't know whether they were alive or dead, the rest of them all stared at the Nine Kings, the envoys of the underworld. And the red-clothed maid next to her, and the white-faced coachman with a motionless face, are considered to be subordinates from hell.

The Nine Kings chose a woman with a pale face, the one who sat beside the "child" with a blank face, and assumed that she was the child's mother. The Nine Kings squatted down in front of her and stared at her for a long time before they spoke slowly: "Are there any other survivors here?" ”

The woman didn't seem to understand the words of the Nine Kings, and the Nine Kings smiled and put it another way: "You guys, is there anyone else here who wants to go with me?" ”

The woman's numb pupils turned, and the focus in front of her was on the face of the Nine Kings. That face really doesn't look like it's human......

The woman squeezed out a wretched smile that was exactly as sad as the one selling coffins on the road: "There is also a pair of abducted brothers in the east." ”

Abduction brothers? Looking at a village of old, weak, sick and disabled, what kind of person this kidnapper brother is, you can literally know.

Jiuwang looked at the child beside the woman, stretched out his hand to touch it slowly, but was blocked by a knife halfway, and the white-faced coachman had no emotion: "Lord Wang." ”

The Nine Kings chuckled and withdrew their hands. Instead, the white-faced coachman approached cautiously with a knife, and used the handle of the knife to open the child's body.

The child immediately turned his face upwards, revealing his dirty body, the white-faced coachman frowned, and where the hilt of the knife touched, there was a faint breath of life.

The white-faced coachman decisively put the knife into the sheath and said coldly: "There is still gas, but it can't be saved." ”

Hearing this, the woman's face did not change, and the child's ungrown face could not tell whether he was related to the woman.

And whether there is or not, sitting next to a child who doesn't know life and death, without saying a word, is not something that normal people with flesh and blood emotions can do. The people in this village feel like numb walking meat.

The Nine Kings looked at the child, and after a while, they withdrew their gaze and said to the white-faced coachman, "Go there and have a look." ”

Look at the pair of kidnapping brothers.

Walking on the dead street, the ten people who didn't know their lives behind him were thrown in the distance, and the red waist looked at the nine kings: "Why does the prince care so much, because this is the border of the Wei State?" ”

The body of the Nine Kings in front of him did not change, and his faint voice was as inaudible as usual: "Didn't you become interested in this place at the beginning, Hong'er?" ”

The red waist just glanced at the people who sold the coffins in the carriage, but she didn't expect to be fixed on the pillar by the Nine Kings, she would look at those people more, and it was also because she felt very interested in seeing so many people on the border of Wei.

She knew that the Nine Kings were coming back to the Wei Kingdom, and the purpose of his travel to the Jin Kingdom, the Zhao Kingdom, the Chen Kingdom, and the Yan Kingdom seemed to have finally gathered in the Wei Kingdom.

Redwaist didn't know, wondering, how he wanted to finish.

It's like a long journey, with no way to see the way and the end, and only the Nine Kings know where to go in the end.

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Where the pair of kidnappers lived there was a stall of black-red liquid in front of the door, and the white-faced coachman only glanced at it, and said with an unkind expression: "It's dog blood, black dog blood." ”

Along the way, I saw coffins and people who didn't know whether they were alive or dead, and now I even saw black dog blood.

The white-faced coachman picked up a piece of dirt with the tip of his knife, looked at the blade of the knife after a while, and said coldly: "This dog was poisoned." ”

Red Waist said: "Why do those two kidnappers want to poison a dog." ”

Jiuwang glanced at her lightly: "Don't you feel disgusting?" ”

I remember that in the past, in the face of a similar scene, the red waist once vomited for a long time.

The red waist looked at the Nine Kings: "Follow the prince, isn't it a god and a ghost?" ”

Even the villagers here just now regarded the Nine Kings as people from the underworld, and as for the gods, they would not approach the Nine Kings.

The Nine Kings hooked their lips meaninglessly, and turned their eyes to the fence gate in front of him, and the white-faced coachman immediately understood, raised his hand and cut the fence door with a knife of light and shadow.

Who knew that there was also a mystery on this fence, and as soon as the knife went down, even the Nine Kings couldn't help frowning. A foul smell mixed with an indescribable smell, the red waist didn't vomit just now, but now he really wants to vomit, the look in the eyes of the white-faced coachman changed a little, and he almost thought that there was a mechanism on this door.

But the unpleasant smell wafted, but there was no other abnormality, and the profound internal strength of the white-faced coachman also recognized that there was no toxicity in this smell, if anything, even any ordinary person could not maintain his sanity under this stench.

The red-waisted face was the rest of his life, and in the end he endured it and didn't vomit, the nine kings restrained all their expressions, and the white-faced coachman's expression was even colder than before.

Three unusual people stepped behind the gate together, and the courtyard was full of yellow paper, the kind of yellow paper that burned paper money for the cemetery, floating all over the yard, and two pieces of paper fell slowly in mid-air. The white-faced coachman could identify one of the smells on the gate just now, which was the smell of burning yellow paper.

In the eyes of the white-faced coachman, all this is a trick.

Suddenly, a hunchbacked figure came out of the corner, and ran to the other side very quickly, but the white-faced coachman was faster, grabbed the man first, and pinched the most vulnerable part of his neck, "What's going on here?" ”

The man clicked and rolled his neck, and his eyes bulged out a bit like they had been pinched by a white-faced coachman.

"Coachman, let him go." Nine Kings said.

For the first time, the white-faced coachman hesitated to carry out the order of the Nine Kings, and in the moment of hesitation, the man spat violently and splashed on the white-faced coachman, most of the sleeves he waved to cover, and a little bit sprayed into the palm of his hand.

The Nine Kings' eyes were gloomy, and the white-faced coachman quickly threw away the man, spreading his hands and looking at the purple and black palms.

The Nine Kings took out a medicine bottle from his bosom and threw it to the white-faced coachman: "Let's leave this place." ”

The white-faced coachman quickly poured the medicine into the palm of his hand, and a smell of burnt skin and flesh came. But he didn't seem to feel it.

He looked over, "Poisonous, Lord Wang." ”

It's not just this person who is poisonous, everything here, toxins spreading in the air.

The red waist was a little frightened, obviously hearing silence in his ears, but he felt as if something made his skin and flesh tight.

The Nine Kings took out a handkerchief and wiped their palms: "Don't touch anything, let's go." ”

The white-faced coachman slammed open the fence door with one palm, and the red waist quickly followed, and the white-faced coachman sprinkled the remaining medicine around the three of them until he walked out of the village mouth drawn by the white line.

The white-faced coachman looked back, and there were numb faces on the village road.

The Nine Kings also looked at those faces: "It's burned." ”

The white-faced coachman's eyes were stunned, and the red waist was even more incredible.

The Nine Kings watched calmly: "If you don't burn it, soon the surrounding hundred miles will become here." ”

The white-faced coachman gradually regained his senses, and made a fire break from his sleeve.

The red waist subconsciously took a step back, trembling as he watched the white-faced coachman throw the fire fold out.

It feels like a day and a night, and it's hell.