There was a 'boom' in my head, and despite all the speculation, I didn't think about the ghost city as a real ancient city.

Now it seems that the clues have long been clear.

When entering the mountain, the enthusiastic eldest brother said that there is an ancient legend in the town, saying that within a radius of dozens of miles, there is a legend that there is an ancient city that was suddenly buried.

The model in Aunt Seungjin's office now seems to bear an eight-point resemblance to the geography of some parts of the place.

And then there's the Thousand Soul Flower.

What happens to cause so many people to die at the same time? The biggest possibility is a natural disaster, let alone a buried city?

I seem to understand a little bit about the mural in the ghost city, could it be that Chen Chengyi is paying tribute to the dead of this buried city?

The iron cage was still slowly descending, and because of the passing of the wind, it was shaking a little more than before, and it made that 'creaking' sound.

It's scary for people with a fear of heights.

But that's nothing at all for me? It wasn't until the iron cage descended to a certain position that I suddenly heard a substantial sound of 'ghost crying', which made me wake up from the shock that there was an ancient city buried here.

Ghost crying? In this underground, it is not caused by the wind at all.

In fact, if ordinary people are sensitive, it is very simple to judge, the real sound of 'ghost crying' seems to be resounding in the brain, and the sound of the wind in nature naturally does not have this effect, it is obvious that it is just the wind.

I feel a little at ease, there is a saying in the world that 'it is better to hear a ghost cry than to hear a ghost laugh', and this situation is at least better than I imagined.

Although whether the ghost is crying or laughing, it is definitely not a good thing, the ghost makes a cry, which means that the ghost is resentful, and the ghost laughs when he is wrong, which means that the ghost with resentment has become a terrible ghost.

The reason is very simple, corresponding to reality, do you see that the person who is crazy regardless of Qiē is crazy when he is crazy, do he cry or laugh?

Do madmen cry or laugh?

Crying shows that there is still timidity, weakness I took a deep breath, even so, this ghost crying is like hundreds of thousands of people crying, thinking about the gathering of such a number of resentful ghosts, I can understand why the inner market is so dangerous.

Dare to love this city is not to say that it will be gradually buried after being barren, but

I didn't dare to think about it, there are many cases of villages and towns that disappeared in ancient times, after all, plagues, floods and other man-made disasters, but the disappeared cities? Is the famous ancient city of Loulan counted?

However, some of the excavated ruins tell us a little bit?

I didn't think about it, it's too difficult to restore what has been submerged by the long river of history, otherwise how can there be so many puzzles left?

And the only thing I can't figure out now is why Chen Chengyi set up a ghost market in such a weird, dangerous, and puzzled place?

Just as I was pondering, a voice suddenly came from above me: "Boy, from now on, everyone will be strictly inspected in and out of the inner market, your smell is already known, and you can't escape." ”

It turned out that the Snow Mountain was warning me? I ignored it, but took a cigarette from my bosom to relieve my tense nerves, I needed to relax after running for so long.

Of course, I don't doubt that his words may have been used by some means to really know my smell, and then I will talk about it later, right? Perhaps, deep down in my heart, I always felt that Aunt Chengzhen would give justice, no matter how she was the heir of Lao Li's lineage.

"If you come up now and cooperate with the investigation, there is still room for maneuver. If you" the above shouting continues, it is obvious that it is using the Taoist roaring gong.

I spat out a puff of cigarette, and since I didn't intend to pay attention to it at first, I won't pay attention to it later.

Gradually, the shouting finally stopped, and what remained was the louder and louder sound of 'ghost crying', but after getting used to it, meditating with the usual meditation technique for entering meditation, and then keeping the mind calm, the effect would be very small.

The cliff is very high, and the pace of decentralization is relatively slow, probably for safe reasons.

After more than ten minutes, when I was about to fall asleep due to mental exhaustion, finally there was a 'clang' sound from the iron cage, followed by a vibration that was not violent, and I woke up instantly.

Is it there? I rolled over and stood up from the iron cage, and before I could open the safety of the iron cage, I was so blown by the wind that I could barely open my eyes.

Here, just like the winter in the coldest place in China, it is just cold for the soul, even colder!

I subconsciously tightened my cloak again, and although this action had no effect, it at least gave me a little warmth in my heart.

After a few seconds of habitation, I reached out, pushed the cage away, and walked out.

I finally set foot in this mysterious place, but it was quiet, and in front of me was only a black-brown road that spread out, and on both sides of the road were planted tall, blazing torches, which jumped in the wind and did not listen, staggering, but so stubbornly burning.

I set out on the road silently, and all I could see was that I was in the middle of the canyon, some distance from the dim city, by the light of the fire.

Because standing in my place and looking at the city, it is like being in the sky, because this canyon is sloping downward, I am at the bottom of the canyon, and this road spreads all the way to the top of the canyon, and finally reaches a mountain wall, and then walks along the mountain wall in a zigzag pattern back and forth, and finally reaches the ancient city.

It's definitely not close, but it's not too far for my footsteps.

I didn't walk fast, but I was observing the terrain along the way, because it was underground, except for the place where there was torch lighting, it was very dark, and I could only see a vague approximation.

However, the terrain here is very complex, just the pen and ink to describe it, it is not enough to feel the staggered drops, and there is an underground river interspersed in it, which obviously makes the terrain here more complicated.

But such observations are not entirely fruitless.

One of the more crucial things I found was that the road I was walking in front of me was not the only way to get in and out of the city.

From above, the upper part of the canyon city was divided into two parts, and when I got to the front, I realized that there was a looming road, like a stone bridge, that still connected them.

If that road is open, then the road that leads to guò can also go out of the city.

But I got to a smaller part of it, and I didn't know anything about it except for the underground river.

Thinking of this, I stopped, and by this time I was already on the mountain wall, and by the relatively high terrain, I made a look, and a discovery made everyone's eyes suddenly widen.

Because the smaller canyon, not the larger canyon I was in, was a huge slope and then went down until it reached the cliff where I came down.

It is in the form of a concave glyph, with both sides high, and only the middle part is lower. I don't know where the other end of the height, where it ends, but as far as I can see, it seems to cling to the long wall.

However, this is meaningless, I know how strong the inner walls are, and there are even runes on them.

This observation of the terrain still makes me feel depressed.

I didn't take the threat of the white-robed man to heart, even if I thought that Aunt Chengzhen would be fair, but how could I know what was going on inside the Snow Mountain? So, I observe the terrain just to leave a way back for myself.

However, this back road is almost equal to nothing, how can I not be depressed?

I can only firmly believe that there should still be a way out here, otherwise the city wall will be completely closed, and even if a vacuum will not be completely formed here, the air will be very suffocating, and it will not be suitable for people's survival.

But there's still wind here!

With this in mind, I finally walked up the mountain wall, and it was flat, and I finally came to the dim spot I had seen on the iron cage before, and the city to be exact.

Even though I had been mentally prepared for a long time, when I looked at this city, I was still shocked that it was so well preserved!

The majestic city walls, the ravines left by the dry moat, the arched open gates, all feel as if the city is still 'alive', as long as you close your eyes and open your eyes, the people who belong to it will come back again, living a day that may be ordinary or extraordinary.

It's a pity that this qiē won't happen anymore until now.

The closer you get to the city, the more intense the coldness becomes.

If ordinary people, not to mention living here, are afraid that if they approach here, they will be frightened by a 'ghostly' aura here, or they will not even have the courage to enter the city.

Looking at the open city gate, there is no one at this time, not everyone has the pill of the beast elder like me, they can enter the city in advance like this, they are still waiting for the dissipation of the 'human smell'.

I pursed my lips and finally stepped into the city.

At the moment, the city is deadly quiet.

I crossed the small bridge over the moat, and found that everything here was black, and the city walls, the road, and the gloomy cold from under my feet, I found one more thing.

These blacks are simply the layer on which the yin qi is attached, and the accumulated thickness is thick, just like every qiē here is black.

It's a black city!