Back in the sun, it's just nightfall. That place is a little different from the corresponding position of the underworld.

The Valley of the Gods of the Netherworld is 400 kilometers east of Yunshan County. And here, nearly 400 kilometers southeast of Yunshan County, it no longer belongs to the boundary of the Southwest Yin and Yang Council. It should belong to the Central Plains Yin and Yang Council. That place is still the Banan Mountains, with high peaks and dense forests, and barren and primitive.

I thought about it, and I got my feet off the ground, not too high in the air, and sped northwest at a fast pace. I want to go back to Anyi Village. That's where I grew up after I was six years old, and there are footprints of my life and that of Grandpa Sanfeng. Perhaps, there will be some clues for me.

When I arrived at Anyi Village, I couldn't believe my gaze. It was not a dilapidated hamlet, but an ancient village buried in a dense forest.

Of course. It took me a lot of effort to see that this village was an ancient village. Because many huge trees have emerged from the roofs of dilapidated houses, and they are towering to the sky. Everywhere is covered with weeds that grow year after year. Dead branches and thick leaves also almost buried the village.

Is this where I've only been away for almost two months? Is that where I grew up for twelve years? Where did I go to the fruit grove in the big tree yard where I used to be mischievous?

I had a hard time finding the house where I lived with my grandfather, but it was also collapsed, and there was almost no shape. It's in that house. On that thunderstorm night, I married the Seventh Princess.

In a collapsed house. I even saw pots and pans, my broken bed, and mats on the bed; Grandpa's farm tools, hoes, sickles, and more. Even, on the dining table in that hall, there were the remains of the red candle when I worshiped with the Seventh Princess, but it was already covered with dust. But there were no portraits of my parents on the wall. Kneel and beg for a hundred black! Cliff! Your Excellency

Behind the house, the high Black Horse Mountain, the forest is lush, and the Horse Mountain type can no longer be seen, only black.

It was late autumn and the night was cold in the mountains, but I wasn't afraid, I just couldn't believe my eyes, but it was the truth.

It's a jungle, like it's ancient, but it's not a paradise for birds or beasts, because it's a paradise for ghosts, mountains, and ruined villages.

Thousands of ghosts looked around me, but none of them came close to me. I have left the dust and turned into the first place, and I could have hidden the aura of cultivation, but here, where I once grown, I don't have this need. Therefore, the strong yang energy of the Jiuyang Qi Bead makes it impossible for ghosts to get close. Now I don't need any ghost amulets, the deity is.

I transformed, and so did my small village. Is this a coincidence, or is it the effect of the formation?

I didn't find any trace of the psychedelic circle, I just entered the larger maze. Even thinking back to the beginning, remembering the Seven Princesses, my heart hurts.

Thinking about the road to school, I looked for it, and it was already covered with grass, and there was almost no shape of the road. But I still found it, landed, walked.

So, I just wanted to find out how I felt at the beginning, what I felt when I was in school. I followed the road to Xiaohe Village, where I got on the dirt road, and then to the town of Panlong.

Walking all the way, there are still a lot of ghosts, but none of them are powerful. When I was about to reach Xiaohe Village, I suddenly remembered that the Onmyoji had drowned in the reservoir, so I turned around and rushed in the direction of the reservoir.

The distance is close, about a kilometer. However, when I arrived, it was not a reservoir, but a pond in the mountains.

The pond barely looks like a pond anymore, and wild reeds are almost taking over the entire pond surface. There was a faint fog on the surface of the pond, and there were still a few drowned ghosts floating in the fog.

I was standing by the pond, to be precise, the place where I and Grandpa Sanfeng came to see the dead Onmyoji. I distinctly remember that there was a large mountain rock behind the place, and now the stone is still there, but there is a dense forest on it.

And in front of me, there is a pond water surface that looks like a map of China, there is no growth of reeds, only dense aquatic plants, and that place is the place where the onmyoji floats. I still vividly remember that at that time, he was covered in leeches, even in his eyes and mouth, which looked really scary.

But now it seems to me that nothing was true. I seem to be living in a dreamlike country time, lonely and just me and Grandpa Sanfeng. And what I am facing at this time is the most real scene here. Perhaps, that Onmyoji is also real.

I was a little hungry, and my senses were easily released, and there were still some fish in the pond. The yin and yin claws were sacrificed, and one paw was put into the pond, and like a fishing basket, I shot four fat wild carp.

Kill the fish and wash it.

Originally, I wanted to find a dead wood to make a fire to grill fish to eat, but in the face of fresh fish, I was even more hungry and couldn't help but taste it first. I didn't even know that it tasted really good, so I didn't even make a fire, so I ate four carp raw, and I felt that the more I ate it, the more beautiful it tasted.

After I had eaten my fill, I returned to the road and walked towards the village of Xiaohe. It didn't take long for me to face Xiaohe Village again, a village before I was six years old, with countless ghosts, similar to Anyi Village.

I know I'm looking at the truth, and maybe everything that was once was just a dream.

The dirt road at the mouth of Xiaohe Village grows into a green jade belt, which winds around the mountains and leads to Panlong Town. As I walked, the dew on the grass soaked my shoes and the hem of my robe, and I felt that it didn't matter.

Less than three kilometers from Xiaohe Village, on a high cliff by the side of the road, I stopped and looked over.

More than 100 meters away from the cliff is the mass grave where I was born, and when I used to go to the street with Grandpa Sanfeng, I would look at that side, after all, it was my maternity ward.

But now, it's not a mass grave at all, but a meadow at the bottom of a cliff. The cold wind of the autumn night blew the withered yellow grass blades like water.

Where did the original desolate graves go? The place where I was born was shown to me by Grandpa Sanfeng, but now there is only a large white wildflower, a type of wild chrysanthemum.

Hehe, the wild chrysanthemums are still there, but they are blooming more vigorously than back then, and the flowers are full of dew. I remember being thrown on this flower bush by a pair of invisible hands.

Perhaps, wild chrysanthemum is infinitely strong, thriving in the wilderness at the bottom of the cliff. And I, since I am also named like this, may I be destined to live like it?

Standing on the edge of the cliff, the cold wind blows my white hair, the Jiuyang Qi Beads are full of warmth, and I am not cold. Standing for a long time, he sighed: everything is a dream, and wild chrysanthemum and Zhang Yehua are real. And her, it's real pain.

After saying that, I looked at the night sky in the west, and suddenly my heart shook.

In the blink of an eye, there were only a few cold stars in the night sky, accompanied by a miserable white crescent moon.

I believe in my eyes, I see those bright eyes, very beautiful, still so warm. I had seen it before entering the Valley of the Heavens, and these eyes were like those of the Chaos Child, but they were not as cold and arrogant as his indifference.

I suspect it was my mother's eyes. It was she who had been silently watching me, watching my growth, or rather watching my ordeal bitterness. But she just watched, never helped me, but I lived.

At that moment, my heart was beating so hard that my eyes were almost soaked.

But those eyes are gone, and I have a small regret, but I am not lost. Because no matter what, I'm watching her.

I blinked, turned away from the edge of the cliff, and walked towards Panlong Town.

It's still walking, walking a journey that was once like a dream, and feeling the reality and illusion of the past.

But it didn't take long for everything to become real. The dim light village, the small shop on the road, and then to the big town Panlong, which can be called the bustling countryside.

I went to Panlong Junior High School, where I went to school for three years, and it was very real. On the clay pitch where I played the ball, the cement base has been cast, and it looks like the artificial turf is going to be laid.

I went around the school in a big circle, like a lonely ghost, not disturbing all the teachers who kept watch for self-study at night, as well as my younger brothers and sisters.

It's just that in the corner outside the school cafeteria, the hundred-year-old well, which was said to be a hundred years old, was sealed for some reason, covered with wooden boards, and a fence was erected around it, so that no one was allowed to enter.

At that time, I was going to climb out of the wall over there and go back to the county seat. As soon as I turned outside, I heard Lao Xie, the master of the contracted canteen, and his wife talking in the bedroom next to the canteen.

My wife said to Lao Xie: Forget it, after finishing this semester, it's due, let's stop contracting, right? It's okay to open a restaurant in the city!

Mother-in-law, what are you afraid of? That thing won't hurt us. Lao Xie's voice sounded, it was still the original taste, and he breathed softly.

But every day, as soon as I open the back door and pour water, when I see the well, my heart is furious! Isn't it scary that it's been almost two months since the start of school, and sixteen students have committed suicide by throwing themselves into a well?

Hearing this, I couldn't help but climb back over the wall, hit the ground, and walked straight towards the old well, and my sense of perception had been released