I looked at the old man with a puzzled face, climbed out of the coffin, jumped on the bench and walked down.

The old man pointed to the south side and said lightly: "Go to the south and go out of the gate, all the way to the east, two or three hundred meters is Zhensoul Street, come back early after finishing your errands." After saying that, he ignored me and closed the lid of the coffin.

I tiptoed towards the gate, my mind full of doubts. I think the old man must have recognized the wrong person, so that I could escape by mistake, but I didn't dare to say more to him, for fear of being discovered by him.

As I walked towards the door, I looked at the different coffins in the hall, and from the east side to the west side, the coffins became more and more delicate and noble. Almost all the candlesticks in front of the coffins were extinguished, except for four or five coffins scattered around, and the candlesticks in front of them were lit with red candles.

I pretended to be calm and walked towards the gate, walking on thin ice with each step, not knowing what I was about to face, and afraid that the old man would suddenly call out to me.

When I finally walked out of the gate, I was faced by a continuous mountain range, the top of which was so high that it was impossible to judge the height of the mountain. In front of the mountain was a huge lake, the water was calm, and the moment I looked at the lake, a large fish jumped out of the lake, it was very rare, and from my point of view, it was the size of a truck.

Looking up at the sky, there was no sun, no blue in sight, all clouds. These clouds are a patch of different colors, one near is black, one is gray in the distance, and even red, yellow, cyan, and purple, piecing together a strange and colorful sky.

Looking back at the gate, this gate is similar to the gate of the ancient mansion, and the plaque in the gate really reads the word "Yizhuang", which scared me to take two steps back.

I fumbled in my pocket, my phone was still there, and I tried to call it, but there was no signal at all.

Thinking back to the words of the old man in Yizhuang, there is a Zhensoul Street nearby, and at the moment I can only go to Zhensoul Street to find out, what kind of place is this, it is far away from Huang Qianyuan's venue, since he escaped death, he will rush back as soon as possible.

So he followed the old man's instructions and walked eastward.

The road under your feet is getting wider and wider, and the dark red manju sawa blooms on both sides, one by one lush and lush, with no end in sight. Manzhu Sawa grows in summer, blooms in autumn, and only grows leaves after the flowers fall, so Manzhu Sawa flowers and leaves cannot be seen, and it is also called the other side flower.

It's still in the middle of summer, and autumn has not yet arrived, and the flowers on the other side have bloomed all over the mountains and fields, leading the season.

I kept going, panicking at every step, thinking that I was just lying in a coffin and appearing in another place where I had never been.

Soon, there was a street in front of me, this street is like an ancient town, the ground is paved with bluestone pavement, and the houses and shops are all in the ancient style.

In the first shop on the street, a store banner was hung on the wall, with three large characters written on it: "Juyin Soup".

"What's the Gathering Yin Soup? Could this kind of quaint town be an ancient town engaged in tourism development?" My heart was beating a drum.

Continuing on, you can see a crowd of people not far away.

At this time, an old man walked in front of him, although he was on crutches, he could not see the appearance of staggering, the crutches and feet were in a balanced rhythm, and his gait was vigorous, but he looked like a prime of life. His hair was loose and covered his cheeks, and he couldn't see his face clearly, only his two eyes were exposed.

I was full of doubts about this place, and I was looking for someone to find out.

So he approached the old man, bowed, and said, "Hello, may I ask ......."

The old man looked up, ruffled his loose hair, and looked straight at me. I finally saw the old man's face, and I just didn't look at it, and this look scared my soul away. Where is this old man alive, the skin on the left cheek has festered, a few maggots are crawling in the flesh, and the right cheek has no flesh at all, only white bones.

I saw his strange cheeks twitch and make a mosquito-like sound: "What does the young man want to ask?"

I froze in place, not knowing how to respond, and turned my eyes to the others. At this time, I found that some of the crowd looked like this old man, unrecognizable; Some wore tattered clothes, and through the holes in the clothes, the white bones could be clearly seen; There are also those who wear shorts, either the skin and flesh on the legs are rotten, or the leg bones are distinct.

Are these people still human? Is it a human or a ghost?

What is this place?

The name "Soul Street" comes to mind, could it be that this street is in the underworld?

Could it be that I'm already dead?

My heart was pounding and my whole body was creepy. I have been practicing feng shui for many years, and I have encountered many strange things, and there are many things that are explained by spirits and ghosts. At the moment, there is not a single living person on this street, all dead people with rotting torsos, and it is the first time I have seen them.

Am I in a dream? Did I fall asleep in my coffin? Or have you suffocated to death, your soul out of your body, and come here?

I kept asking myself.

When the old man saw that I was standing stupidly and did not respond, he scolded me and left with his cane.

I was stunned for a moment, and finally reacted, and ran away, but my legs and feet no longer obeyed the call, so I could only stand in place and tremble. I felt like I was about to be frightened, my heart rate was rising rapidly, I was almost out of breath, and I was dying.

With heavy steps, I turned and walked back, thinking about leaving this town soul street. At this time, there were also a lot of things behind me that were not human or ghost, and I immediately dispelled this idea.

Seeing an alley ahead, he shuffled his way there.

At the mouth of the alley, there is a stall selling tea, and the owner is very short, wearing a western cowboy-style hat, and is walking to a table with tea.

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