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Concrete roads, metal cars. Although there is such a thing as cement in the fairy world, there are really not many of them used for paving, mainly because there are too few talents in this area, and there is no such atmosphere in the entire fairy world.

As for the metal car, it's a rudimentary version of a completely shabby car, and even has a license plate on the back. There is also a waiting hall on the road, where many people are waiting for the car, which is completely relaxed and freehand, and it seems that they have already been used to it. Wu Yue lowered his body from a distance, full of curiosity about this village, which was estimated to be the first "modern" village in the fairy spirit world.

What's more, this strangeness, I have lived here for 20 years, but now I feel strange. The usual blue brick house has also changed its appearance, shining in the sun, and it is actually covered with glass. The last time I went out of the customs, this village gave Wu Yue the impression that it was prosperous. And now, when looking down from the sky, the whole village seems to be filled with a puff of smoke.

Wu Yue came here naturally not to be nostalgic, let alone the so-called punishment of evil and promotion of good, but Chen Shujiang once said: When he really steps into the second realm, he will naturally have unimaginable benefits. So, how can it be regarded as his own territory, Wu Yue is ready to take a look. But everything is done carefully, so Wu Yue pretended to be an ordinary person and came here.

I saw a big iron gate in the distance, with three big characters on it: Immortal Village. There is also this line of small characters below, Wu Yue can see it at a glance with his ultra-clear vision: calligraphy everyone in the fairy world

"Tickets, the pass is ten taels of silver, and the ticket is one or two taels of silver per person. A few young people at the gate replied casually while eating melon seeds, and they hadn't looked at Wu Yue from beginning to end. If they look at it, maybe there will be an illusion that this person looks a bit like Xie Xian.

But you may not know anything, after all, this association requires courage.

Wu Yue clenched the pass in his hand, it was an unknown piece of bamboo, and there was only a simple word "Tong" written on it, which looked very perfunctory.

Walking into the fairy village, it is another scene, probably back to ancient times.

Wu Yue vaguely remembers that this was originally a commercial street, and in just a few years, it has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The road is also uneven, the dirt road is mixed with stone slabs, and after years of wind and rain, potholes appear in many places. And the small restaurants on both sides are now gone, replaced by small temples, where every family supports Xie Xian.

In front of or next to the door, there are mostly reclining chairs, on which are old people, lazily watching people come and go, looking listless. Some tourists don't pay attention to asking for directions, they all turn a blind eye.

Wu Yue looked up, and the original Xie Xian Temple also changed greatly, exuding light from afar, with a golden and brilliant atmosphere.

Just looking at it like this for a while, Wu Yue felt that something was wrong in his heart. At this time, I began to pay attention to the words of Zheng Yubei and a few people, and there was really something strange about the Immortal Village.

But it's strange to say, even so, it's still full of tourists. There were many people with extraordinary wealth, but none of them dared to speak loudly, as if they were afraid of disturbing something.

In the face of people who ignore him, he is also careful to accompany the smiling face, and it is still from the heart. Occasionally, a sightseeing bus attracts a dusty cloud, but it is only hurriedly avoided.

There was an air of idleness throughout the street, and there was a ridiculous silence when there were a lot of people. The sun was falling, and Wu Yue actually felt a little cool.

Walking along the street, Wu Yue found this place with his memory, a high-gate compound.

I once lived here for a month, and my name was Xie Huanshu at that time. Now Wu Yue seems to have endless strangeness.

After checking the pass card, Wu Yue stepped into this courtyard. The cold light in his eyes flashed, and since he came to the Immortal Village, Wu Yue had a feeling of being watched, and at this time, this feeling was even clearer.

The inside is the real cigarette smoke, and if you were outside, you would never have thought that there were so many people inside. The two people, including the two people at the door, were also expressionless and did not say a word.

There are hundreds of pilgrims inside, to say the least, but it's quiet, like the street outside.

Wu Yue suppressed the doubts in his heart, and even did not deliberately avoid that surveillance. Just walked casually, looking at his former home, he couldn't find a trace of familiarity. Especially the huge statue of the new calendar, the biggest thing that is the same as Wu Yue is the number of facial features.

Wu Yue was a little different in it, and compared with other pilgrims who hurriedly offered incense, he always seemed a little out of place. But fortunately, no one paid attention to Wu Yue, and the others were all flustered, as if they were not worshipping immortals, but to complete some kind of task.

Suddenly found that someone had pulled off the corner of his clothes, Wu Yue turned his head and heard the first sentence: let me get my feet. When I looked down, I found that I had stepped on a fallen leaf, and this person kept his head down, full of gray hair, and was extremely old.

As an outstanding young man cultivated by the earth, Wu Yue said casually: I'm sorry. It doesn't look like a monk at all, many people have said this about Wu Yue.

When this person heard this, he raised his head violently and stared at Wu Yue, and Wu Yue realized that this person was far from being as old as he imagined.

"You are, you are ......" The voice trembled, and the dull eyes widened instantly, as if he had seen something incredible.

Wu Yue was sure that he didn't know this person, and Wu Yue still had a lot of confidence in his memory.

"Do you know me?" Wu Yue raised his hand and hit an aura, this person was too weak.

"You are Xie Xian, you must be Xie Xian. "I don't know which one is more surprised or happy for this person, anyway, I look incredulous.

The voice was low and hurried. This did not meet Wu Yue's imagination at all, he thought that this person would shout out loudly.

"The villain's name is Wang Liu, and he is a native of the Immortal Village. I've seen you, just ten years ago, you had a manifestation and took a jar ......"

Wu Yue suddenly realized at this time that he had just come out of the customs, and he was quite playful at that time.

Wu Yue nodded, originally wanting to say a few polite words...... Wang Liu suddenly burst into tears and said, "Please save me, save the Immortal Village." ”

"What the hell is going on?" Wu Yue's brows slowly furrowed. He found that things were getting more and more complicated, far from being as simple as he thought.

Wang Liu's face suddenly changed, he didn't look at Wu Yue, and hurriedly swept away the fallen leaves.

"At three o'clock in the afternoon tonight, I will wait for you in the wooden house......" An extremely weak voice drilled into Wu Yue's ears.

Wu Yue's mood became more and more gloomy, looking at Wang Liu's pretended calm steps, one question after another came to mind.

What is it that Wu Yue, the "immortal", does not dare to speak? )