Following the old lady, Yuan Zhisheng came to a courtyard, and the old lady took him to the wing room and handed him some corn tortillas.

Accompanied by radish strips and pickles marinated black in soy sauce, Genji ate them raw.

"Eat slowly, it's not enough." The old lady squatted to the side, looking at the wrinkles on Yuan Zhisheng's face and the corners of his mouth raised, smiling kindly.

"Thank you, Grandma."

"It's fine." The old lady shook her head, curled up on her knees, and rested her head on her knees.

"Grandma, are you alone in your house?" Yuan Zhisheng asked with a mouth full of cake drums.

"yes, they're all dead." The old lady said.

"I'm sorry." Yuan Zhisheng lowered his head and swallowed the cake that had become crumbs in his mouth.

"Eat, it's out of the way, it's been a long time, I've forgotten." The old lady's face was still smiling.

"Hmm."

Yuan Zhisheng nodded, intending to change the topic and ask here, he had to be sure what was going on, but the old lady suddenly said, "Old man~"

"We're here~"

"Huh?" Yuan Zhisheng was stunned for a moment, and then saw an old man with a cowhide hat walk in.

"It's a foreigner again." The old man said.

"yes." The old lady nodded, "Look at this, it doesn't look like our little child."

When the old man heard this, he looked at Yuan Zhisheng, "Don't say it, it's really like."

"You said you were an old immortal, why didn't you live?"

While the old lady was talking, Yuan Zhisheng couldn't eat the bread in his hand anymore, because he saw that the old man's feet were actually hanging in the air!

Countless strange ghosts and gods appeared wildly in Yuan Zhisheng's mind, and when the old lady said that her old man was alive before she came, Yuan Zhisheng didn't care too much, but now it seems to be true.

He looked at the old lady's feet, and the latter's down-to-earth footing relieved Gen Zhisheng.

"Grandma, can you tell me about this?" Yuan Zhisheng said that maybe the resurrection of the dead is not a big deal here.

"What could be going on here?" The old lady didn't know why.

"That's it, what's the name of this place?" Yuan Zhisheng had to start with a simple question.

"This place is the secluded capital of the Great Qi Capital, otherwise where else could it be?"

"Daqi?" Gen Zhisheng seems to have heard of this name somewhere.

After chatting for about half an hour, Yuan Zhisheng didn't get any useful news, only that this was a country called Daqi.

The only thing left in the noise outside the door was the croaking of frogs, and it was so dark that there were no stars in sight, and Yuan Zhisheng was lying on the earthen kang, his hands under the trench coat clenching two alchemy ancient knives.

By the time, he had been here for more than ten hours, and the hallucinatory statement began to waver in his mind.

He said in his heart that he might have really crossed over, otherwise......

Yuan Zhi sat up vigorously, and the spider cut quietly out of its sheath.

It was so quiet that he remembered that he slept next to the old man, and the two of them breathed evenly, but now the breathing was gone!

Relying on the extremely strong dragon bloodline, Yuan Zhisheng's hearing was several times that of a normal person, and he could feel that not only the breathing of the two old men, but also the frog barking outside had stopped.

The spider sheath groped its way forward to the place where the two old men lay in his memory, and sure enough, there was no hindrance.

The two old men were really gone.

Yuan Zhisheng cracked open the brittle window in front of him with a knife to let the moonlight in.

When the wooden windows were broken and scattered, Gen Zhisheng saw a group of people.

They sat on the windowsill and sat in a squatting position around the moon in front of the window.

These people have seen it in the childish life, and it was the group of dancers yesterday.

"What are you doing?" Gen Zhisheng tried to communicate with the other party, but the man who was squatting on the windowsill suddenly jumped up and pounced on him.

Without hesitation, Yuan Zhisheng's two alchemy ancient knives immediately crossed in front of him.

The blue light glimpsed, just a knife, and the person in front of him was cracked away by Yuan Zhisheng.

He looked at the two corpses,

It was found that there was no one inside, but a pile of cotton wool, and there was a trace of blood on the spider's cut.

Soon, Yuan Zhisheng understood that the blood was oozing from the strangely shaped mask.

Getting up and running, Yuan Zhisheng rushed out of the courtyard and into the deserted street.

By the moonlight, Yuan Zhisheng instinctively ran, and just wanted to look back to see if the other party had caught up, he bumped into a person head-on.

"Who!?" The young man with long hair and some bad boy feelings yelled, "Don't you have long eyes when you walk!"

Yuan Zhisheng looked at the other party's modern clothes, and just wanted to ask a question, but the other party disappeared again.

In the following days, Gen Zhisheng would encounter people in modern clothes every time he crossed the road.

Until he met a man with glasses, who was his attendant when he was the young master of the Gen family, Yasha.

"Yaksha, what's going on?" Yuan Zhisheng hurriedly asked.

"Young master?" Yaksha was puzzled at first, and then said in surprise: "Young master, Dong Du doesn't know what's wrong, and he has become ......

The Yaksha didn't finish and disappeared again.

At this moment, all the bluestone slabs and bricks on the ground came to life, and a layer of "membrane" appeared on their surface.

[In view of the general environment,

Bang~

The crisp sound of the wood colliding with the ground was heard far, far away.

As soon as Yuan Zhisheng looked up, he was already surrounded by the group of dancers.

It was still the same strange dance steps, the group of people jumping on the left foot for the right foot under the moon, and the bluestone floor also danced to the melody of their wooden shoes.

Suddenly, he found himself on the bustling streets of Shibuya.

The people around him were looking at him with strange eyes, and a few people disappeared as they walked.

The moon and the sun switched back and forth, the faint appearance of shoppers and dancers, and the feeling of swelling and dizziness filled Gen Zhisheng's brain, making him almost vomit.

He bit the tip of his tongue, trying to regain some clarity from the pain, but to no avail, he couldn't even feel the pain.

As the screen switches more and more frequently, Yuan Zhisheng covered his head and wailed in pain.

Just when he was about to lose his bearing, a weak female voice appeared in his ears.

"He's not a ghost."

There was a hint of heroism between the eyebrows of the girl in front of Yuan Zhisheng, and red and white switched back and forth on the girl's body.

At the same time as the girl's voice fell, Yuan Zhisheng's surroundings once again became the group of people dancing the puppet.

The bluestone street fell silent, and the group stopped dancing.

"Eri Yi." Yuan Zhisheng shouted, "Sure enough, it's still ......"

"Brother, it's not me this time." Eri said, "Two worlds, sick."

"Two worlds?" Yuan Zhisheng was puzzled.

"That's right, brother, look at your feet."

As soon as Yuan Zhisheng lowered his head after hearing this, he suddenly found that he had no shadow in the moonlight.

He looked up again at the white-haired Eri and the group of dancers, their shadows stretched out by the moonlight.

"Brother, you're a wandering ghost in this world, and your name ......," Eri tried to remember.

"It should be called Grandpa You."