The masked man underneath said, "Lord Li, please borrow a firefly." ”

The woman in the costume just smiled lightly, did not open her mouth, and an ethereal response came from the tunnel.

"You're welcome."

The fireflies above the mountain tunnel floated down and stopped in front of the wind unreasonably.

Feng Wuli thanked the woman on the hill and followed the firefly into the tunnel, and finally the darkness swallowed him up, leaving only a little fluorescence.

The woman on the hill was still standing where she was.

From time to time, a car would come from a distance, enter her body, and exit through the tunnel exit.

If anyone else looked at the top of the tunnel, they could only see a stone that looked like a human being, standing on it, as if looking into the distance, and countless fireflies surrounded the stone.

In the mountain tunnel, he couldn't see his five fingers, and the wind could only follow the stray firefly in front of him, letting the other party lead the way in front.

Occasionally, I hear the sound of a car whizzing by, sometimes it feels far away, and sometimes it feels like I'm driving past me.

Feng Wuli came to the club twice, the first time was brought by Wang Xilou, when he was just in junior high school.

Since that day, a strange rumor has appeared in the world of youkai and cultivators.

It is said that it was the great cultivator who dared to argue with the immortals back then, Wang Zhuang Wang Xilou, and it was not a failure to detain the immortal gate, but for some reason he did not obtain the personality of the immortal, but the spiritual power has already entered the ranks of the immortals.

How, someone asked, could there be such a thing? It's simply unheard of.

There will be people who know the truth who say that there is no mistake, and what he saw with his own eyes that day, the terrifying zombie appeared in the club, followed by a delicate little zombie.

It should be a maid.

Monsters look at people, just as humans look at animals, and the way of distinguishing them is generally not based on appearance, but on the entwined structure of spirits.

And he has the wind of the right emperor on his body, he is more Wang Xilou than Wang Xilou, plus he has a massive spiritual power that is ten thousand times stronger than Wang Xilou now.

There are not many monsters who have seen Wang Xilou's true face, whether they are men or women.

It is inevitable to be mistaken.

After walking for a few hundred meters, I don't know when, I can no longer hear a car whistling by.

There were strange voices around me, as if they appeared on the streets, and they were mocking in their ears.

There was a faint light ahead, and he knew he had arrived.

The firefly flew around, suddenly disappeared, the exit of the tunnel in front, like a door to another world opened in the night, he looked for the light and walked over, the light at the exit was white, he heard the waves crashing on the shore at this time, he could smell the smell of the sea, and heard the frightened birds in the mountains and forests fluttering their wings, as well as the melodious deer chirping, the shock of thousands of horses galloping across the grassland, and sometimes the whale song in the depths of the sea, ethereal and long.

He stepped out, and all sounds were gone.

Those voices just now were all Ah Li's fantasies.

Ah Li is the same as the unreasonable hometown of the mountain moving adults, is a kind of mountain and wild monsters, they belong to the mountain spirit system, born from the weakest little monsters, ups and downs.

She likes to ask the little monsters of the past what it's like out there.

Listen to those little monsters who pass by and rest, tell the stories outside, I can't get tired of listening to them for hundreds of years and thousands of years, every time I listen to the stories outside, I will fantasize about the outside world, but she can't leave the mountain, so she named herself Ah Li, hoping that one day she can leave here and go outside to see.

Feng Wuli just got out of the tunnel, a humanoid monster in a tunic rode past him on a two-eight bar, a few short monsters lying on the glass counter in front of the roadside shop looking at the snacks inside, was waved away by the impatient fat boss, and immediately scattered and ran away, a faceless monster with a stack of newspapers on the side of the street, ran in front of every passing monster, did not speak, there was a monster who asked for a newspaper and would take a copy, suddenly, some distance from the tunnel intersection came from jubilation.

Feng Wuli looked over there and saw a pitch-black locomotive behind the crowd, standing a bunch of monsters, as if they were cutting the ribbon, setting off firecrackers, and beating gongs and drums.

Clubs all over the world, also known as the demon country here.

More and more youkai ran over to look.

It's really a nocturnal walk, but it's only daytime.

Because the sun in the sky and the blue sky and white clouds are all painted, and it is not a realistic painting style, it is painted by a master of Chinese painting, which gives people a sense of absurdity in landscape painting.

But at least not postmodernism.

It is full of absurd pictures, but because it is really in front of you, it looks like the late nineteenth-century version of the Qingming Riverside Picture.

I'm just a person in the painting.

In the past, there was a more recognizable name here – Peach Blossom Garden.

"Lord Wang Xilou, you're here."

Feng turned his head unreasonably, and a girl wearing a blue and white, long-sleeved and long-pants primary and secondary school student uniform, combed with braids, didn't know when she stood next to her.

The other party has a piece of paper on her forehead, and a smiling face is drawn on it, and her face is not visible.

"I'm here to pick up something." Feng Wuli didn't intend to explain whether he was Wang Xilou or not.

Firstly, there is no need to explain, and secondly, he can also be.

"This way, please."

She led the way in front, the wind walked unreasonably in this somewhat bizarre world, there were a few dry bones lying next to a thatched house on the side of the road, this should be a few lazy demons, but they were too lazy, they only knew how to lie down, they were lazy to even eat, and they only had a skeleton left after starving to death, and even then they just wanted to lie down all day long.

The dry skeleton suddenly rolled over.

I also scratched my butt and continued to lie down.

His eyes were jumping.

Suddenly a yellow dog passed by, took one of his bones and ran, and the skeleton ran and chased after him with a bang.

……

Every time I come here, I feel a kind of mental exhaustion.

Here, it seems that normal is a fault.

All the monsters looked so abnormal, even the girl in front of her, like Sadako in a middle school uniform, appeared on the streets of the beginning of the last century in the style of landscape painting.

The feeling of tearing makes people a little hairy.

The woman entered a post office-like house, and the wind was waiting outside.

Suddenly, he looked to the side of the road, where a child wearing a lion dance lion head was on the side of the road, attracting his attention.

The child was dressed in human clothes and wearing a lion's head on the side of the road, playing with a group of little monsters.

It's just that the wind can feel it unreasonably, although there are a lot of monster breaths wrapped around his body, but that child is a human being.

Very few human beings come to the club, and even cultivators rarely come in here, why would there be a child there.

The girl in the school uniform came out, holding a mirror in her hand, and Feng Unreasonable took it and put it into the shadow.

He asked, "Why is there a human there?" ”

"It's Xiaobai."

The paper on the woman's face made a smile, and her mouth opened and closed:

"He was an abandoned child by humans, he was picked up by the adults of the club, he could see youkai, probably behaving strangely, and he was thrown into the wild by his parents."

Feng was unreasonably silent, looking at the child who was playing with a group of little monsters with iron frogs and rolling iron hoops.

The other party may have put on the lion head of the lion dance in order to integrate into the world of the monsters.

The laughter looks like it's fun.

If the reality he sees is inherently abnormal, he does not have the right to choose between the normal and the abnormal.

What you see is not normal, is it really abnormal?