Jiao...... The dragon is above, I will see you if I have something. ”

Several ghost cultivators bowed their heads and bent over, at least on the surface, they looked very respectful.

"! When I get up early in the morning, I ......"

The dialect was a little angry, and her little bit of caution seemed to be noticed by the world, and it was automatically corrected against her, even if she got up earlier, and the person who came to tell the time still said 'Chenshi'.

"Come in!"

Hearing someone calling for the door outside, Fang Yan said angrily.

Jiao...... Jiaolong-sama. ”

Several ghost cultivators trembled, looking like they didn't dare to speak out.

"If there's a fart, let it go." A certain Jiao said very politely.

When he was in a bad mood, he didn't have any good eyes on this kind of low-level monk who had always lived in the shadows and dealt with corpses, souls, and ghosts all day long.

Several ghost cultivators glanced at each other, and finally it was the ghost cultivator who came here first to speak, he took the initiative to step forward and said softly;

"Lord Hui Jiaolong, we came here this time to exchange information, and we strayed into this place in the first place......"

After talking for half an hour, these ghost cultivators gradually let go of their courage, and with a word from you, they could barely explain the various situations after they strayed into this place, and then looked up at Jiaolong.

"...... that way"

Fang Yan habitually took out a cigarette stick and smashed it twice, frowning: "Since the second day I entered this place, the days have been repeating themselves, and this place is like a small world or space, you can't get out at all, that's what it means, right?" ”

"Right, right......"

Several ghost cultivators nodded like pounding garlic, and they were very well-behaved.

"Spells are invalid, souls cannot be imprisoned, only life, not death......"

The dialect has a little headache, what does this mean, that is, she will always live the same life, but it used to be a repetition of a certain plot, but after she came, it became a repetition of a certain day.

"You say that there is a mist outside Tuoshan, what are the characteristics of that fog, and let's hear it."

"Forehead ......"

Several ghost cultivators glanced at each other, and finally it was the ghost cultivator who came here first who spoke.

"That fog has no characteristics at all, it's just a simple fog, as if it was just to isolate the world."

Fang Yan took a puff of cigarette and shook his head slightly, feeling that things were not so simple at all, and he had to go and see to find out.

"What's different, let's talk about it together."

“……”

After a moment of silence, a certain ghost cultivator raised his hand and said, "I...... I found something different, and I don't know if it counts. ”

"Say!"

"The wind, the people here don't seem to feel the wind, I've noticed it many times, it's obviously a strong wind, but these people don't seem to feel it......"

Before this ghost cultivator finished speaking, a certain situation he saw yesterday appeared in Fang Yan's mind.

At the gate of the pear orchard, the wind blows, and the corners of the little girl's clothes and hair have no waves at all.

"Ugh yo ......"

The widow Wang bought good things, stood at the door of the fence, and saw so many people in the family, and was subconsciously frightened.

"It's okay, you guys go first, I'll talk about it."

Fang Yan waved his hand and sent away a few ghost cultivators, beckoned Lian'er to come over, and asked her to help carry things.

"Who are those people just now? It looks weird, and it's eerie all over. ”

Widow Wang and Lian'er sorted out their things, stood beside the dialect who was thinking about things, and asked.

"I don't know, I want to learn fortune telling from a teacher, I don't want to teach them."

Fang Yan lied casually, then changed the topic and said, "Prepare to prepare, let's go to Pinghu today?" ”

"I can't go, I can't go, Uncle Li on the opposite street went this morning, I have to help, usually his son and daughter-in-law don't buy paper from me, and it is estimated that it will be late to come back."

After the widow Wang finished speaking, she hurriedly went to the house to prepare things, and muttered for a while that she wanted to bring this, and then said that she wanted to bring that. Almost everything in the town is like this, whoever has something to do, the neighbors will come to help, you bring something, he brings something, and his own family prepares a little more, whether it is a red or white celebration, work together to do it.

"Forehead ......"

Fang Yan frowned, she remembered that the person just now also said that people here only live, not die.

"How...... There was another change this morning, did it happen yesterday, or did it just start today? ”

"I'm leaving, you can solve it yourself at noon."

The widow left a sentence and hurried away.

"Sir, are we going to Pinghu for a hike?"

Lian'er stood beside Fang Yan, looked at her and asked.

"Go!"

The dialect said categorically, the only place that can be remembered left and right is Pinghu, and other places, I have never heard of any legends and supernatural places.

"Sir, wait for me."

Lian'er ran into the house, loaded a few wild fruits, then took Fang Yan's hand, raised her head and said, "Let's go." ”

……

As soon as a few ghost cultivators left the courtyard of the dialect and walked to the next street, they saw that someone was doing a funeral, and several people looked at each other, and they all felt strange, and they all saw incredible expressions in their eyes.

"Yesterday...... He's still alive. ”

One of the ghost cultivators closed his eyes and felt it, and suddenly his expression of surprise appeared.

He said: "You can feel that the vitality of these people is passing. ”

After several ghost cultivators closed their eyes and felt it, some people were surprised, and some people panicked.

"Isn't it ...... We're going to be like them, right? ”

"Or rather, after they die, we and the dragon will be left alive in this town."

Hearing that someone said this, those surprised ghost cultivators fell silent instantly.

……

Flat lakeside.

Fang Yan led Lian'er to walk on the embankment of the lake outside the wine store, and felt a strong wind blowing around, but she looked at the people around her, it seemed that they didn't feel the wind at all, their hair didn't move at all, the corners of their clothes drooped, and they didn't float with the wind at all, which was quite weird. Look at the wine shop again, the wine guise above the wine shop is dancing wantonly in the wind.

"What if...... It's not this wine guise, and from an outsider's point of view, it doesn't look like there's wind at all. ”

Fang Yan secretly said in his heart, he wanted to take out a cigarette stick and smash it twice, thinking about the problem was really brain-consuming.

"Mr. ......"

Lian'er raised her head, pointed to the wine banner, and said, "You see, the whole town seems to be blown up by the wind only in the wine disguise. ”

"Wine Disguise ......"

Fang Yan muttered softly, then closed his eyes, and thought carefully about what had happened in the past few days, as if it was really exactly what Lian'er said.

There was wind, but it couldn't blow anything and people in the town, only the wine guise had been flying with the wind wantonly.

"The abnormality must be a demon!"

Fang Yan stretched out his hand, summoned the wine disguise, took it in his hand and observed, and looked at it carefully for a long time, there was nothing different at all, no different from ordinary cloth.

"What's the difference?"