After passing through the West Village, I walked forward for a long time, and the road was safe and sound.

I asked for directions to Huangmaohua Village, and he said it was about 200 miles on the left-hand side.

Looking up, there are half-human-high Endo nearby, and at the end of the distant vision, you can vaguely see a high mountain, where a faint black gas lingers, looking very evil.

Remembering that when I first came to this time, there was black gas around Fang Yuan, and the visibility was not high, but at this time, it was different, basically there was not so much black gas, and I asked Huang Mao what was going on.

Huang Mao glanced at me with disdain and said, "That's fog." ”

Only then did I realize that the fog here was black, and it was so thick that it could not be dissolved.

As I walked, I suddenly felt a pain in my brain, and although it wasn't like a splitting headache, it still made me grit my teeth.

And with this pain, I can't help but think of the day when I was possessed by the old man.

In the darkness where I couldn't see my fingers, I wandered aimlessly, and then my eyes lit up, but what I saw was not Li Fengyuan and Yuetian Huangmao, but the door to cultivate the curse of hell.

In my memory, I involuntarily pushed open the door and walked out slowly, the sun was bright outside, I stretched deeply, and it seemed to be very comfortable.

Then I walked to the small door, and suddenly found that Li Fengyuan pulled Xiao Changsheng and Huang Mao in, I seemed to have said a few words to them, but I didn't know what to say, and then returned to the front yard together, and each went back to the room.

Li Fengyuan followed me and approached the room with me, she seemed to be talking to me, but I only had a memory of the picture, and although the voice was not completely inaudible, it was basically inaudible.

After chatting for a while, Li Fengyuan's expression became a little strange, and he looked at me with an extremely puzzled look, not knowing what he was saying, and I just smiled awkwardly.

It didn't take long for her to pull Changsheng and walk out of the room.

How can there be such a memory? I was scared out of a cold sweat, and after careful analysis, could it be that these episodes happened behind me with the old way? So why am I in my memory? It's weird.

That memory just now was like an asteroid suddenly breaking into the earth, without warning at all, and now I try to take the initiative to remember, but I didn't expect to remember a lot of strange things.

I don't see much of anything unusual in my memory, but I always feel that it's not the real me.

After sending Li Fengyuan away, I slowly sat back in the chair and began to close my eyes to recuperate, and this kind of closed eyes and recuperation was also very strange, my mind seemed to be thinking about something crazy, but I couldn't remember what it was.

After a while, Huang Mao and Yuetian came together and talked to them again, and they couldn't hear what the conversation was, and then they walked out of the room.

When I was once again alone in the room, I began to act again, seemingly closing my eyes and resting, but in fact thinking about something with a very strong mind.

Before I knew it, it was getting dark, and in the evening, I didn't know what time it was, and I came out of the room to find that it was empty, except for the dim oil lamp in the porter.

I slowly walked through the small door to the backyard, and I was slightly stunned when I faced the row of dark houses.

When I think about this, I can't help but be a little scared, this feeling is completely different from memories, as if I am watching a horror movie, it is the kind of horror movie that is extremely real, and the owner of this film is myself.

I took a deep breath and looked around, the funeral crowd was still slowly marching, and on the other side of the coffin was Yuetian, his face was gloomy, his brows were furrowed, as if he was preoccupied.

Huang Mao walked ahead of me, talking to a burly villager, and Li Fengyuan was next to me, holding Xiao Changsheng in his arms.

Four strong men swayed and walked with the coffin, and the shelves carrying the coffin made a creaking sound, and the listeners were a little upset.

It's terrible to think back to the memory just now, if it were me, I really wouldn't dare to think about it, so many people around me at the moment have given me a lot of courage.

In my memory, I stood at the door of the backyard, stunned for a moment and then slowly walked forward, although this is my memory, but I am still very scared, because this memory is very strange, normal memories are to think of where you want to remember, and this memory is different, I have to follow the experience of "me" to go, and the mind will think of what will happen later, but it can be fast-forwarded.

I remember not going up the stairs, but straight through Endo to the room where the Hell Spell was practiced.

I took out the key and opened the door, but I was surprised to find that there was a person standing in the room, who was a miscellaneous veteran.

I was taken aback, a little afraid to think about it anymore, and I looked up at the crowd, and then I felt better.

Li Fengyuan noticed that something was wrong with me and asked me, "What's wrong with you?" ”

I gasped, tried to level my breath, and said, "It's okay." ”

She was obviously not satisfied with this answer, stared at me with big watery eyes, and said softly: "What is on your mind, don't always hide it in your heart, can't you tell me?" ”

"Oh, actually, it's nothing, I'm just thinking about the East Village." I made up a nonsense.

"I can't remember how long it has been since I left my parents, and I really want to go home, after such a long time, they must be worried to death." Li Fengyuan turned his head, straightened his face and said a little helplessly.

Alas, I sighed in my heart, why am I not like this, I have long been in this hellish place, compared to the yang world, this place is hell, it is simply terrifying.

But it's so easy to go back, there seem to be more and more things here, more and more troublesome, and I even vaguely feel that I may not be able to go back in my life.

Seeing Li Fengyuan so sad, I didn't know how to persuade her, so I had to pat her arm gently and said, "Don't think too much, when the matter in Dongcun is resolved, we will be able to go back soon." ”

I think this is too fake, let's not talk about whether the problem in the East Village is good or not, even if we really get rid of the monsters, it is really as the old man said, we can return to the yang world, can we rest assured?

First, the soul of the miscellaneous old Taoist will definitely linger, maybe how it will embarrass us, whether it can survive to that time is still unknown, and even if the miscellaneous hair is not obstructed, there is still a flower village, we pat our butts and leave, so what to do here, there are more than a hundred people.

Although I am indeed very selfish at times, if a stranger is in danger with my friend, I will not hesitate to save my friend first, but if we have the ability to do it, I still want us to escape, I don't seem to be able to do such a thing.

So, you can imagine how difficult the road is to get out of here, and how many troubles await us. (To be continued.) )