This weird scene is really scary, could it be that these people are zombies? Is this a zombie town?

Lin Yan thought about it: That's not right! Although the previous shopkeeper didn't look normal, he was obviously a living person, otherwise how could he have thought of drugging himself?

Another strange thing!

It's only been a while since I've entered this town, and I've encountered so many strange things!

While Lin Yan was thinking, the crowd outside the door had already walked almost away.

Anyway, I can't come to a conclusion here, so let me follow and see what the hell is hidden in this town!

Lin Yan thought so, and after the last person left, he opened the door softly and quietly followed under the cover of night......

After walking for a while, Lin Yan found that the crowd in front of him had stopped, so he stopped his figure, hid in the courtyard wall on the side of the street, and poked his head out to observe.

The lights were bright ahead, and he vaguely heard someone talking loudly, but the crowd in front of him was blocking, and he couldn't see or hear clearly.

What can I do?

Lin Yan looked up at the top of his head, and instantly had an idea.

He rolled over and climbed slowly along the courtyard wall, and in a moment he was on the eaves of the house.

The position was good enough to see clearly, and he leaned over the roof tiles, hiding most of his body in the darkness on the other side.

Looking closely, there was a square in front of it, and at a cursory glance, it was estimated that there was a look of seven or eight acres of land, which should be used when some large-scale event was held in the town.

At this time, this square was crowded with people, and there were seven or eight hundred people in a dense crowd.

Further on, near the center were several huge braziers, which lit up most of the square with a blazing flame, and it seemed like day in the dark night.

Behind it was a wooden platform, on which someone was talking, and it was from here that the voice came from.

In the middle of the platform, there is an old man dressed in gray, with wide robes and large sleeves, and fluttering clothes, which is quite a bit of a fairy wind and bones.

At this moment, he was holding a delicate small porcelain vase on the stage, introducing something to everyone in the audience with a kind face. When he said about rising, the goatee on his face also shook with his emotions.

But the attention of the people in the audience was obviously not on this old man, and everyone's eyes were staring at the small porcelain vase in his hand, revealing their desire for it.

On and off the stage, there were more than a dozen people dressed in black robes and holding six-ring staffs, maintaining order in the square.

Their faces were uniformly covered with black cloths, and they couldn't see their specific faces clearly, only revealing a pair of black holes.

"Folks, thanks to the gift of the god of the underworld, another batch of 'fairy powder' has been dropped, the quantity is only one hundred bottles, and each household is limited to five bottles, first come, first served, don't compete for it." The black-robed old man said to everyone in the audience.

When everyone heard this, they couldn't stop being agitated. There are only 100 bottles, and there are 7 or 800 people here, how can you do one bottle per person?

People are well aware of this, so they are even more anxious, constantly pushing and shoving towards the platform.

"But ......"

The old man on the stage changed his words and said: "Although the god of the underworld has mercy on the world, we, as believers, always need to show a little sincerity to worship his old man."

"In my opinion, the sincerity of this bottle of 'fairy powder' is at least one or two silver. Of course, if we can offer more sincerity, I think the Lord of the Underworld will also be happy! ”

The crowd below hesitated slightly, then scrambled to take out the money bags again, shouting and squeezing towards the edge of the table.

"I want it! I'm going to! ”

"Give me a bottle! Give me a bottle! ”

"Please have mercy on the immortal master, the wife at home is waiting for it to save her life!"

……

Lin Yan, who was in the distance, was really shocked when he looked at this crazy scene.

You must know that the income of ordinary people in the Tang Kingdom is only 500 yuan a month, and one tael of silver is equivalent to their income for two months!

At this time, in the restless crowd, a middle-aged fat man in a brocade robe ran out, knelt on the ground at once, bowed to the gray-clothed old man on the stage, and kept shouting: "Immortal Master!" O Immortal Master! ”

"I'll give fifty taels! Give me five bottles! ”

As he spoke, he took out a money bag from his bosom and held it up with both hands.

This middle-aged fat man in brocade clothes is the rich man in the town, and his family has dozens of acres of land and several sets of houses, and he is quite wealthy.

Hearing this, the gray-clothed old man on the stage looked at him with a smile, and then glanced at the black-robed man with a cane on the side, and the latter turned around and walked towards the middle-aged fat man with a wooden plate covered with red cloth, on which five delicate small porcelain vases were neatly arranged.

Seeing this, the middle-aged fat man quickly got up and put a row of small porcelain bottles into his arms, and then respectfully saluted the gray-clothed old man on the stage, and kept saying: "Thank you, Immortal Master!" Thank you, Immortal Master! ”

After finishing the work, he held the small porcelain bottle in his arms, looked at the people around him vigilantly, as if he was afraid that someone would come to grab it, and ran away.

The rest of the people saw that there were five bottles less at the beginning, and when it was their turn, they might have been gone, and the people present immediately shouted for the price.

"I'll worship two taels!"

"Five taels! I offer five taels! ”

"Immortal Master, please have mercy on me, give me a bottle!"

……

The people below stretched out their arms, held the money bags in their hands high, and looked at the small porcelain vases on the table, like a flock of lambs waiting to be fed.

The gray-clothed old man on the stage smiled, his eyes were about to narrow into a slit, and he ordered the black-robed man with a staff next to him to distribute small porcelain vases according to the number of offerings.

A group of black-robed people took the order and left, and after a while, the small porcelain vase on the stage was distributed.

Those who got the "fairy powder" were overjoyed, and those who didn't get it were depressed, not to mention how depressed they were!

"Folks, the gift of the god of the underworld has been distributed today, please come back in three days!" The old man in gray said.

Everyone was about to leave, when suddenly a figure quietly approached the gray-clothed old man on the stage, and then pulled out a long knife from behind him with one hand and slashed at the latter.

The gray-clothed old man had distributed a hundred bottles of "fairy powder" before, and he was happy, so he didn't expect someone to sneak attack at this time.

The gray-clothed old man hurriedly took a step back, and he couldn't dodge, and the figure slashed the shirt of his arm, and a bloody mark appeared on the gray robe.

Seeing that the blow was fruitless, the figure turned around again and slashed at the throat of the gray-clothed old man.

The latter was startled and angry, but now he had reacted, leaning away, dodging the knife, and then kicking the figure in the chest.

With this blow, the figure flew upside down and fell on the platform, and the knife in his hand also fell out.

At this time, the black-robed people around also reacted, and several people quickly got on the stage and crossed him in place with the six-ring staff.

The gray-clothed old man stabilized his figure, pressed his injured arm with one hand, and looked at the sneak attack figure with gloomy eyes.

After a closer look, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said, "Shopkeeper Song, what do you mean by this?"

The subdued figure wearing a square crown and a dark brown diagonal robe was none other than the inn's shopkeeper - Song Yi.

Looking at this scene, Lin Yan, who was hiding in the distance, suddenly widened his eyes, how could this shopkeeper suddenly appear here.

At this moment, he was looking at the gray-clothed old man in front of him with hatred, revealing a mouthful of dark teeth, and roared viciously: "Old thief, I can't wait to kill you with one sword!"

It's a pity that he was restrained by a group of black-robed people, and no matter how violently he struggled, he couldn't break free.

The old man in gray looked at him like this, and said with a "kind" face: "Shopkeeper Song, you may have some misunderstanding about me!" Why don't we sit down and have a good talk, why bother with the knife! ”

Song Yi sneered, looked at him and gritted his teeth: "Misunderstanding? No misunderstanding! It's just that I ate your bullshit 'fairy powder', my daughter is still lying unconscious in bed, and it is difficult to solve the hatred in my heart if I don't kill you! ”

The gray-clothed old man said with a smile: "Shopkeeper Song said with a smile, this 'fairy powder' is a gift from the Lord of the Underworld, presumably Ling Yuan has eaten other unclean things, it is better to send it over for me to diagnose and treat, maybe there is still salvation."

Song Yi shouted: "Old thief! Hugh wants to coax me with rhetoric, today is either you die or I die, there is no second way! ”

When the gray-clothed old man heard this, his eyes gradually turned cold, and he said lightly: "Since you are obsessed, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Due to Song Yi's sneak attack on the gray-clothed old man before, the crowd that should have dispersed was attracted again and reunited.

The gray-clothed old man stretched out his hand and pointed at Song Yi, turned his head to the audience and said, "This person slandered the god of the underworld and attacked and killed the messenger of the god of the underworld, which is a great crime!" You say, 'What should such a person do?' ”

Under the bewitchment of the gray-clothed old man, everyone in the audience shouted in unison: "Execution!" Execution! ”

When the old man in gray heard this, he said with satisfaction: "Okay! Three days later, the man was burned at the stake here as a punishment for offending the god of the underworld! ”

Then, he made a look, and a group of black-robed people escorted Song Yi down.

Seeing this, the crowd in the audience slowly dispersed. And the old man in gray and the black-robed people also slowly left.

Lin Yan hid in the darkness in the distance and watched such a play, but there were more things he didn't understand.

"Qiu Lao, what kind of 'fairy powder' are you talking about?" Lin Yan asked in a low voice.

"It's not a good thing anyway!" Qiu Lao's voice sounded in Lin Yan's mind.

"That's not right! It's not a good thing, why are so many people rushing to ask for it, you look at the scene just now, it's crazy! Lin Yan said with a little suspicion.

"Why don't you try?" Qiu Lao said jokingly.

"Don't, I don't have any money!" Lin Yan refused directly. Moreover, he didn't dare to eat such things from unknown sources.

Also, Song Yi, the shopkeeper, drugged himself before, was it just to sneak here to come out like this, did he have any deep hatred with the old man in gray before?

I heard him say that his daughter's coma seems to have nothing to do with this "fairy powder", and it seems that he has to investigate it carefully!