Yuannan Shuiguo, surrounded by water on three sides. Like a delicate island, among the lush woods, it is an important wharf along the river.

Shui Guo had experienced several intrusions from the Nine Devil Shadows before, and Fu Yunge and the two of them could find out when they arrived. Although it has been resisted by constraints from all over the world, it is still quite dusty.

The low tower in front of the city collapsed, and its golden ears of rice warped corners were missing the symmetrical ends. The ground was pitted, and although it was filled one after another, it was still very rough, like ugly freckles.

It was cloudy, and a cool breeze was blowing through the stacked clouds. The two changed into civilian clothes, and no one noticed when they walked down the street.

Compared to the previous towns, you can see soldiers coming and going from time to time on the streets of Ennan Suikaku. The residents were not as laid-back as before, but all of them had a sense of seriousness on their faces, as if the drums of war were ringing in their ears.

After walking for a long time, they could see that the streets here were often filled with adult men passing by.

Needless to say, this is because for safety reasons, women and children stay at home unless necessary. The passers-by were silent, and an atmosphere of solemnity permeated the air.

The wind peaks are vast, and the peaks in the distance look extremely steep between the masts. There is still a long way to go across the riverbank, and it seems that you can hear the sound of bubbling water.

Although Fu Yunge was not surprised by the scene in front of him, he was still a little uncomfortable. It is really indignant that the Nine Devils have made the people here live in peace all day long.

Along the way, it seems that there are more things on his mind. After entering Yuannan Shuiguo, he looked left and right from time to time, his stiff brows were faintly knotted together, and his face was a little heavy.

The two deliberately hid it, but fortunately, no one identified them along the way. After visiting several inns, they found a place to rest and settled down temporarily.

The inn is deserted and there are few guests. The first few have even closed their doors, and they look extremely depressed.

The inn rooms were basically empty, and the shopkeeper discounted the price for the two rare guests, and let them have one room for each person.

The two went to their separate rooms to stay. Fu Yunge could smell the faint musty smell in the air, it should be that there were few people, and the store was too lazy to clean it seriously.

If you open the window, you can see the bubbling river not far away. The sky of Langrun stretches with a lovely color, and the green smoke drifts into the mountains on the opposite bank.

A gentle wind blew on his cheeks, and in front of him were rows of eaves and light sails. The laid-back scenery is quite enjoyable.

But when he thought about it, he thought of the current situation of Yuannan Shuiguo, and his fists gradually clenched again.

He was not in the mood to continue idle, so he turned around and pushed the door and went out to look for wolf dust next door.

However, when he knocked on the door of the wolfdust room a few times, there was no answer.

Feeling strange, Fu Yunge tried and found that the door was not locked, and then hesitated to push the door and peek in.

However, what entered his pupils then was full of emptiness.

There are still objects of wolf dust on the bed, but there is no trace of wolf dust and smoke. Fu Yunge felt strange, thought about it for a while, and decided to go out to find him.

He turned around and walked out, looking downstairs, and there was no sign of his predecessor in the hall below.

Fu Yunge scratched his head, as if he sensed the wolf dust today...... It's a bit of an anomaly indeed.

On the other side of Yuannan Shuiguo, in a dilapidated old temple, cobwebs and dust are stacked and scattered, and the scene is extremely decaying.

The broken stone statue was full of cracks, and the cover of the offering table had long been gnawed by rats and full of holes. A thin light came in through the broken window lattice, reflecting the fly ash hovering on the ground, making it look lifeless.

In the corner of the old temple wall were some dusty goods, covered with oil tarpaulin and straw, and they were also covered with ash, which seemed to have been forgotten long ago.

There were some offerings and shredded paper money scattered on the ground, and I don't know if it was a little hope from a few years ago, but now it has come to the same end as everything here. It seems that no one remembers this small place, and the shrine that was worshiped by people in the past has now been scattered by birds and beasts, and no one cares about it anymore.

And today, the figure that stepped in slowly, looking around at the scene in front of him, did not say a word, only saw a somewhat lost look.

The threshold had long been rotten, and the moment the wolf dust stepped on it, there was a "click" scream, which almost made him fall. After two steps, he walked to the statue and stared, uncertain.

The face of the idol has also been corroded by the wind and rain, and now it is impossible to distinguish the form. It is vaguely a carving of the eyes, still lovingly looking down at the guests who come here, without sorrow or joy, as if beyond all worldliness.

Wolf Chenyan stared at the idol, his eyes full of complexity.

A person and a stone statue looked at each other silently and silently. Their eyes continued to meet, as if they had traveled back in time to that day hundreds of years ago.

The figure frozen in the wind and snow for a long time, his memory has been blurred. But fortunately, he can still remember a little impression of this place, so that his past will not be completely reduced to a cold shell.

This place may have long been forgotten by the world. But for him, it's never forgettable.

Here, this is where he and the Night Demon Knife Mo Silver Knife married Jin Lan in the past.

Yuannan Shuiguo has been through the dust of history, and many memories have faded under the mirror-like water. If it weren't for Mo Yindao's rescue, he might not be where he is today.

At that time, the two supported each other and hid here. Outside was the bustling and noisy pursuers, the figures of the two were extremely weak, and the red blood flowed down the ground, staining a large and terrifying picture.