Jinnan City.

8:57 p.m.

In late autumn, the night is as cool as water.

A tall, thin young man wearing sunglasses and holding a black guide cane came to the end of an alley in the old neighborhood.

If you look closely, there is a black iron sign on the mottled door wall, which reads: No. 666 Mao'eryan Hutong.

The line of sight shifted fifteen degrees, and the old crimson wooden door was hidden, with a gap of half a finger.

"Whew, I've finally found it, it's really hard to find this broken ground."

Ling Jiuzhou exhaled a turbid breath and muttered to himself.

He was about to push the door in, when a ghost with a blue face, dripping eyes, and a scarlet tongue sticking out a foot long suddenly came out of the crack in the door.

It 'swooped' in front of the young man, and the smell of fishy smell came to its face.

The black, red, and viscous blood on the tongue fell to the ground dripping, and the mouth of the blood basin opened behind the ear, revealing the black and yellow fangs inside, and bit down on the man with sweet blood.

Ling Jiuzhou's face did not change color, and the black guide staff moved forward slightly.

"Ahh

The ghost let out a terrible scream, as if cooking oil on fire, and instantly turned into a puff of black smoke.

It tried to escape, and the red stone at the tip of the guide staff bloomed, forming a delicate mandala.

The aroma swirls like a small black hole, engulfing the ghosts and calming everything down.

Ling Jiuzhou took advantage of the situation to push open the wooden door with a guide cane.

"Squeak!"

The wooden door made a tooth-aching sound.

A dense plane tree with a well at the bottom of the tree and a head with long hair fluttering at the mouth of the well.

Ups and downs, I can't talk about playing by myself.

The moonlight shines through the dense foliage, dotting the blue stone pavement with bright and extinguishing points of light.

also made the white skull under the long hair clear, well, he must have been a beauty with a melon seed face when he was alive.

Further ahead are three blue-tiled houses, the doors are wide open, and the dim light obediently gives light to the interior, but it is stingy and refuses to illuminate even an inch of space outside.

Ling Jiuzhou hesitated for a moment, and finally walked across the stone road and entered the open door.

It's a simple living room, with a two-seater burgundy leather sofa on the left-hand side and a round table in front.

A bad old man in a blue robe leaned back on the sofa, with a bronze smoking gun in his hand, squinting at this time, comfortably swallowing clouds and mist.

"Come on, sit down."

The rotten old man with a goatee spoke in a flat tone.

He glanced at Ling Jiuzhou, and the surging emotions in his eyes quickly suppressed it.

Ling Jiuzhou looked at each other vigilantly and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?" Why is it said that my father is not dead, but missing? ”

In Ling Jiuzhou's memory, his father was drunk driving and knocking himself to death with a domineering car.

According to my mother, my father was talking to her at that time: Do you believe that I can force the domineering on the other side to make way for us?

Mom was furious: If you have a kind, you can try it!

The drunk dad didn't get the real intentions of the mom. The neck stalk said, you and I have been so strong in my life, I am definitely enough to plant!

After speaking, as soon as I stepped on the accelerator, I slammed it up!

As a result, he died after trying.

Therefore, his mother strictly forbade him and his sister to drink and drive.

The three sisters and siblings carried it out very well.

First of all, there is no car at home.

Secondly, none of the three siblings have driver's licenses.

This afternoon, Ling Jiuzhou, who is a sophomore at Tianjin University, received a text message from an unfamiliar number, which read:

In fact, your father is not dead, but missing, and if you want to know the specific situation, you came to look for me at No. 666 Mao'eryan Hutong at nine o'clock in the evening.

Ling Jiuzhou called after class, but the mobile phone was empty.

Search for No. 666 Mao'eryan Hutong with a mobile phone map, but there is no such place.

"If it weren't for Lao Tzu's Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu wouldn't have bothered with this inexplicable spam text message!"

Ling Jiuzhou's stubborn temper came up, so he didn't believe that he couldn't find this place.

So, after school at half past five, he began to check the so-called No. 666 Mao'eryan Hutong.

Ling Jiuzhou's thinking is very clear, and the places that cannot be searched by a powerful mobile phone map are either outrageous and remote, or ancient and inhabited.

He went straight to the library to check the geography of Jinnan City, and began to check the modern era from the 100th century.

As a result, I checked the loneliness.

So, he reversed the timeline and looked it up to an earlier time period.

Hard work pays off.

Finally, after an hour of searching, he found Mao'eryan Hutong in the geographical chronicles of 800 years ago.

So I took a taxi straight to the old town.

Although the old town has retained some of its original appearance, most of the area has been covered by high-rise buildings, and the geography of 800 years ago does not allow him to find his exact destination.

He roughly locked the geographical location in his mind, and specifically asked the old man who slipped down the street in the evening.

Finally, I came here before nine o'clock.

……

I'm your father, boy.

Ling Jiuzhou was afraid that the old man would say this, and his complicated eyes clearly hid joy and relief.

"I am Song Changqing, an elder of the Seven Star Gate, your father's friend. By the time you're twenty years old, you should know part of the truth. ”

Song Changqing opened his mouth and said slowly.

What kind of organization is the Seven Star Gate? Do you have a seven-star ladybug? A similar meme to the cold-faced killer... Ling Jiuzhou gave birth to a groove in his heart.

"So where is my father?"

This is the issue that Ling Jiuzhou is most concerned about, and nothing else matters.

"The 368th Sequence Small World!" Song Changqing gave the answer.

Ling Jiuzhou couldn't help but be stunned: "The 368th sequence? Parallel worlds? Where is it? ”

Song Changqing shook his head: "It's not a parallel world, it's a diverse small world controlled by demons or ghosts!" I don't know where it is either.

As far as we can tell the information we have so far, it is a strange space where the flow of time is several times slower, and there is a demon king and a ghost general in it.

For thirty years, no one has cleared customs.

I don't know how many players in the world of the Orderly class and the chaotic class have disappeared or broken in the small world of Sequence 368.

If you want to find your father, you must first become a world player, then go to the King Kong Realm, and then be selected by the 368th sequence of the small world, and finally clear the dungeon. ”

……

Five years ago, Ling Jiuzhou had a serious illness.

In just one month, he has gone from a 220-pound heavyweight to a 120-pound bamboo pole.

It seems to be a dozen plump and gorgeous sisters, day and night, squeezing in turns, grinding the iron pestle into a needle, and the fat pig becomes a thin monkey.

He walked across the Ghost Gate Bridge where millions of ghosts walked at night, saw the flowers blooming on both sides of the Yellow Spring, and poured most of the bowl of soup with an average taste on the face of the sick Meng Po......

After escaping from death, in addition to being reborn as a deformed man, Ling Jiuzhou also had two small changes that had never been spoken to anyone.

One: Hell and be able to communicate with it.

Two: There was a brilliant black light that brightened the blind eyes and rushed out of the nineteenth layer of hell, falling into his dantian, opening up a chaotic space, and some kind of terrible creature parasitized it.

In the past five years, Ling Jiuzhou has seen countless ghosts.

From the very beginning, I was scared and screamed, the girl ran wildly, my heart beat faster, goosebumps came and went, I was sweating profusely, and my spine was numb.

Until now, his face is expressionless, he is blind, and his calm heart lake does not have a ripple.

He knows that there are ghosts in this world, but his knowledge of demons is zero.

"How do I become a World Player?"

Ten thousand high-rise buildings rise from the ground, and the realm and the issue of being selected by the 368th sequence small world are not for him to consider for the time being.

Song Changqing reached into his pocket and took out a red square box about a foot long, on which dragons and phoenixes were carved and lifelike.

"Your father's twentieth birthday gift, the answer you want is inside, go back, don't you have to fall asleep before the time of your son?"

Ling Jiuzhou picked up the box and glanced at Song Changqing deeply.

Then turn around and leave.

When he walked to the door, he raised his right foot and paused.

"If there's something looking for you, do you still come here?" Ling Jiuzhou turned around and asked.

"No, when I should have appeared, it would have appeared." The old man replied with a look of care.

It's... Ling Jiuzhou's right foot landed outside the threshold, walked across the stone road, and passed by the dry well.

The long-haired skeleton at the mouth of the well stared at him with hollow eyes, and after three seconds, the gray bones cracked tens of thousands.

"Whoa......

The skeleton let out a terrible cry, and Ling Jiuzhou turned a deaf ear,

When I walked to the door of the dark mahogany, a gust of wind passed through the hall, and the chill was biting.

Ling Jiuzhou felt something, and Huo Ran turned around.

The doors were closed, and cobwebs covered the broken wooden doors and windows.

There was no light in the room, and it looked like no one had cared for it for a long time.

Ling Jiuzhou's pupils shrank suddenly, and a hint of coolness appeared in his heart.

He spread his legs and ran away.