Completely Chinese breakfast, white porridge, delicate handmade buns, and a small plate of pickled vegetables.

Two boys, less than ten years old, sat opposite Sun Yang, wearing white short-sleeved shirts and blue suit shorts, looking very cultured. They were obviously very curious about Sun Yang, a stranger, but they restrained their curiosity very well, honestly finished breakfast, stood up and saluted Song He and walked out. The old woman from last night brought them school bags, and they opened the door and went out.

Sun Yang was slightly surprised, even in Great Xia, he rarely saw such a well-behaved child.

But Song He still looked like he was not alive, which made him dispel the idea of inquiry.

Song He was wearing a pale cyan robe today, such clothes might feel very strange if Sun Yang was worn by another person, but it was extremely natural to wear on Song He, which made Sun Yang suddenly have a feeling of traveling to ancient times.

Song He didn't say a word when he had breakfast, and while waiting for Sun Yang, he kept reading the newspaper, and Sun Yang noticed that the newspapers he read were very miscellaneous, both Chinese and English, and there was a kind of script that Sun Yang was not familiar with, and he guessed that it should be Burmese or Thai.

Until now, he had not been able to confirm his location, and this would undoubtedly have an impact on his escape. This Song He claims to be his guide and supervisor, but so far, there are only a handful of things he has said to Sun Yang, and it is difficult for Sun Yang to have a good impression of him.

He was supposed to be a great descending sorcerer, but strangely, Sun Yang had a hard time seeing the sinister and cunning things in his impression of a sorcerer. If he hadn't seen him drive that giant ghost with his own eyes, it would have been really difficult for him to overlap the image of Song He with those people.

As soon as he put down the dishes and chopsticks, Song He put the newspaper away.

"Let's go!"

Sun Yang followed him out of the door, the old woman sent them away at the door with a smile that was difficult to describe, Sun Yang felt as if there was only Song He in her eyes, and all her actions were to take care of him, which made him feel weird.

"This is your wife?" He couldn't help but ask.

Song He walked slowly in front and didn't say anything.

The two of them walked through most of the town, which was divided into two halves by a river about ten meters wide, and the side near them was quiet, clean and beautiful, like a landscape in an ink painting, while the other half of the river was a large mess of buildings. Occasionally, one or two six- or seven-storey houses dotted it, but most of them were dilapidated, like slums made of improvised building materials, where some ragged people moved.

Although it was a few dozen meters away, Sun Yang could still hear the market-like hustle and bustle coming from there.

The slum is about ten times the size of the houses on the river side, and Sun Yang estimates that there should be thousands of households in the entire town, but there should be no more than five hundred households on the river side.

Song He took him across the bridge and slowly walked up a lively street.

Some are indescribable.

It's like a scene in some fantasy anime, where everything is so abrupt and messy as far as the eye can see, but it has an indescribable beauty. Next to a very modern all-glass building may be an old house that looks crumbling and pure civil structure, and under the brightly colored billboards and neon signs, there will also be the kind of old shops that need to be removed from the door panels and put aside. It's like a wayward PS master, who casually splits up several pictures of cities with completely different styles and eras, and then pastes them together.

Extreme prosperity and extreme poverty, the most modern electronic products and the most traditional handicrafts, luxury sports cars and rickshaws pulled by people, these things that should not appear at the same time are put together in such a way, but everyone inside seems to be ******** of this, so that the picture becomes a strange sense of harmony.

What surprised Sun Yang even more was that some of the things walking on the street looked obviously not human, but there was no one around them who showed a surprised look at all.

"What the hell is this place?" Sun Yang finally asked again.

Song He pointed to a mottled stone tablet on the side of the road, on which were written two ancient seal characters.

Qingqiu.

"Qingqiu?" Sun Yang couldn't help but ask.

Of course, he had heard of the name, and although there were many places called Aogaoka, it was clearly referring to the legendary country of youkai. His mind couldn't help but think of the descriptions of the country of Qingqiu in those miscellaneous books.

It is a world of youkai, with all kinds of spring and abundant products, and it is not only inhabited by all kinds of yokai, but also a small number of gods and the most ordinary humans. This and the mortal world are two completely different worlds, there is no fixed law here, whether it is a monster, a god, or a human race, they are all separated by the rules of each race, although there is a little killing, but it is only limited to the feud between tribes and tribes, and will not affect other residents living here.

The strong are respected.

This is the only iron law of the country of Qingqiu.

"This is the land of Qingqiu?" Sun Yang couldn't help but shake his head heavily. "It can't be!"

"Of course, this is not the country of Qingqiu, this is Qingqiu Town." Song He said leisurely.

"What is Qingqiu Town? Thailand? Myanmar? Laos? Sun Yang asked.

"It doesn't matter where it is, you just need to know one thing, this is the territory of the cultivators, and all earthly laws have no meaning here. This place is controlled by the strong, and as long as you are strong enough, you can become a councillor or even a speaker, and then turn your ideas into law for all creatures weaker than you to follow. If you are a weak person, then as long as you are attached to the strong, no one will dare to take your property or life. The strong are respected, forbidden spells, and no indiscriminate killing, these three are the basic rules established by the current speaker, and they are also the fundamental guidelines for everyone in Qingqiu Town to act, keep in mind that don't disobey. ”

Other laws are understandable, but banning spells?

"Within a radius of one hundred kilometers from Qingqiu, spells cannot be used on official residents of Qingqiu Town, or official guests and partners; Forbidden spells cannot be used on villages attached to Qingqiu Town; You can't deliberately use spells to make enemies for Qingqiu Town, that's probably it. ”

Such a clause obviously has a lot of loopholes, and Sun Yang can't help but wonder what kind of standard they will eventually follow. But Song He obviously doesn't like to talk, and he didn't give clear answers to many of Sun Yang's questions, but let him slowly comprehend them.

"What if I break these laws?" Sun Yang asked. "What am I now?"

"I advise you not to try it." Song He glanced at him and said. "If it were you, there would be a lot of people who couldn't wait to stand up and enforce the law. Their methods are so bizarre that you won't like them. ”