It was about late afternoon.

With Guan Xin'er, Tong Jiang Sheng explained the cause and effect of the whole incident.

In a deserted city.

The unconscious people also came to their senses.

Interestingly, the world here also has a difference between day and night.

Through a simple count, Jiang Sheng learned that there were a total of one hundred and twelve ordinary people present.

Roughly equal to four medium-sized classes of students.

Among them, men and women account for an even proportion, and the age is basically around 15 to 25 years old.

In addition, there were a total of 106 cross-dressers participating in the parade. The remaining six people are just spectators who follow the trend.

"So, for some time to come, you're all going to have to do it with me. I will keep you safe and find your way back to reality. ”

After telling Guan Xin'er what he had said to Guan Xin'er again, Jiang Sheng still maintained the appearance of an eight-armed boy.

In that kind of strangeness, mixed with a bit of divinity, the grotesque posture made everyone silent.

"So, did you hear me clearly?"

Silence was noticed.

Xing Tao clasped his hands and asked rhetorically.

"Listen, hear clearly."

"Thank you, Eight-Armed Immortal."

"Thank you, Eight-Armed Immortal."

"We'll follow you."

Responses rang out in the crowd.

Seeing this, Jiang Sheng sighed faintly.

"I want you to understand that this is also for your own survival."

"We understand."

"We all get it."

Again, the crowd nodded yes.

"Gollum."

At this time, there was a strange movement.

A girl sitting in the front row blushed and covered her stomach with her hands.

"The ......"

I saw that everyone around me looked at me.

The girl bowed her head embarrassedly and said.

"Me, I haven't eaten since morning."

"yes, I see."

With a calm face and a slight bow, Jiang Sheng relieved him.

"I'll help you prepare some food."

……

After that, another half hour passed.

Jiang Sheng first used the cloud ghost's atmospheric manipulation to condense a batch of pure water from the air.

Then, using a bird-shaped puppet, he found an iron pot and a large number of bowls, chopsticks and pans from the ruins of the deserted city.

At the end, he took out more than a dozen packs of compressed biscuits from the space of the cage girl.

In order to confront the three thousand grievances.

The moment before the door opened, the cat demon summoned thousands of birds one after another.

After that, they were sucked into the world inside the door along with Jiang Sheng.

Right now, these puppets have become an extremely important help for the black cat.

Due to the limited number of ingredients.

Jiang Sheng gathered some more wood.

Immediately, a pot of paste was cooked for everyone.

Although it is also not clear.

Why do these objects contain some calamity inside?

But so the conditions are.

Considering that a small amount of calamity would not cause clear harm to the human body, Jiang Sheng did not pay much attention to it.

After all, they are in danger.

It's nice to have a bite to eat.

If you don't eat, then ordinary people will only starve to death.

Compressed biscuits don't taste good in the first place.

After soaking in water, it is then mashed.

The appearance is really not good.

A big lump of tan.

It looks unappetizing.

Unfortunately, the newly frightened and hungry victims clearly had no choice.

They lined up and took the food handed to them by Jiang Sheng and Xing Tao one by one.

Then they sat down and bowed their heads and ate with embarrassed expressions.

"Hey, you said this place, is it really the underworld?"

At the edge of the crowd.

A man whispered to his companion with a cracked bowl in his hand.

"Who knows, but these objects, and the ancient buildings around them, do look a little old."

The person who was accosted first swallowed two or three mouthfuls of paste with difficulty.

At the end, he smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"So in our Yama Palace, there is really a ghost country hidden?"

The man's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Hey, don't worry. Maybe these tulou are just a set. We may just be filming a variety show on a TV station. ”

Someone else secretly joined the conversation.

"Fuck your variety show, have you forgotten how we fainted?"

A fourth man scolded from behind.

"At that time, my hands and feet were all frozen, and I couldn't even move my knuckles, you say, what variety show can do this?"

"It's hard to say, maybe, what kind of medicine have we been used."

"Hehe, variety shows dare to use drugs, buddy, it's okay to lie to your brother, but don't deceive yourself."

"Alright, stop arguing."

Seeing that the commotion was getting bigger and bigger, the first person to be accosted spoke again to suppress the dispute.

"My ancestors showed people the house, and they knew a little bit about feng shui metaphysics. When I was a child, I also learned a few hexagrams with my grandfather. The yin qi in this place is indeed very heavy, and you see those tulou, all of them are high on both sides and low in the middle. At the entrance, you can see the stove, and the edges and corners on the table are clear, which is a great omen. And the eight-armed boy, whose face was not at all the face of a living man. ”

"Therefore I advise you that there are things that you should believe or believe. Otherwise, please look up and look outside, and see, you can see what is a hundred meters away, and there is a layer of fog that covers your eyes. My grandfather once said that it was called yin, and it seemed to be angry. Mortals who step into it will encounter a ghost hitting the wall, or they will die on the spot. Okay, that's all you say, and you can do the rest for yourself. ”

Those who know no more speak.

The rest of the people looked at each other, and they were not interested in talking any further.

One or two people looked up into the distance.

It was found that there was indeed a layer of fog there, obscuring the shadows of the various towers.

If you stare at it for a long time, it will make people feel dizzy.

It's getting darker.

There are no lights in the deserted city, and naturally there is no bright enough light.

Jiang Sheng is still using the flying birds to find out the specific situation around him.

The spiritual power in the vicinity is very abundant, about ten to twenty times that of the current world.

Enough so that it does not have to eat and can also maintain the energy circulation in the body.

The area of the deserted castle is so large that you can't see the edge even from the perspective of a bird.

The closer you get to the center, the grander the building becomes.

Even in the middle of the deserted city, there is a high pavilion that has not reached into the sky.

But there are no inhabitants in the interior of these buildings.

However, on the streets of the outer city, Jiang Sheng saw a few ghosts.

Each of them occupies an area that seems to be well water that does not interfere with river water.

When the birds flew over their heads, the guys would also look up and look at Jiang Sheng.

Among them are giant unmanned carriages and sleeping cyclops.

There are beautiful women with slender necks, and there are living towers with flesh and blood.

It's not easy to mess with, but it's still manageable.

This is Jiang Sheng's overall evaluation of those monsters.

At the same time, Guan Xin'er had also taken off her prosthetic hand.

So he looked sideways at the young man beside him with extreme caution.

(End of chapter)