Here they are—

In the darkness, under the lit Canghailou Library, a large number of "figures" suddenly appeared crowded one after another.

It is said to be a "human figure", but in fact, there is no shadow at all in these things.

They have the appearance of human beings, wearing a variety of clothes that are both classical and fantastical, with a mix of styles, and their appearances show different ages and postures.

Tall, short, fat and thin, men, women and children...... Bustling, shoulder to shoulder, like a temple fair, hula rushing onto the long street.

There are also all kinds of hilarious voices, especially the children's shouts: "Eyeballs! I want this eyeball, Mom, I want this eyeball to be used as a marble! ”

"Grinding and drinking, selling grinding and drinking! Ten children bundle together to refine the grinding and drinking, can dismantle the facial features, can dismantle the organs, as long as five copper coins, come and buy it......"

"The world has a great desire for three catties, make a furnace of fairy incense, don't sell it, take your own head in exchange for ......"

……

All kinds of weird, noisy, listening to people's scalp numb noises and shouting are mixed together.

Orange lights lit up on both sides of the dim long street, and this magical market was abruptly presented in front of Song Ciwan and the gray-clothed boy.

The gray-clothed young man beside Song Ciwan was covered in cold sweat, but he quickly took out two black plugs from his belt, he quickly plugged his ears, and said to Song Ciwan: "Don't listen, don't look, we can't go back to the protection area, let's find a room to hide first!" ”

He plugged his ears, closed his eyes, turned and rushed towards a ruined and collapsed building next to the street.

At this rush, he didn't notice that there was still a vine tied to his wrist, and the other end of the vine was dragged by Song Ciwan in his hand.

The gray-clothed young man closed his eyes, and what he didn't notice was that he just took a step-

His initial goal was to rush towards a dilapidated building next to the street, but in fact he only took a step before his steps suddenly turned in a direction and rushed to the middle of the bustling street market!

The young man in gray apparently failed to notice this at all, and his speed became a whirlwind.

If it weren't for the vines tied to his wrists, and the moment he changed direction, Song Ciwan pulled the vines violently, and he would have rushed straight into the middle of the market.

And what happens if you storm the middle of the market?

Song Ciwan stood on the side of the street, raised a hand and pressed it lightly on the shoulder of the gray-clothed young man who was still running in a running posture.

Her palms looked slender, but they had a strength as heavy as a mountain, and the gray-clothed boy was suddenly pressed and unable to move.

He had two small black plugs in his ears, his eyes were tightly closed, and his five senses had obviously been closed by himself, but his mouth was muttering: "I can't hear, I can't see, I'm not, I'm nothing......"

What does that mean?

Song Ciwan searched for the words he knew so far, and wanted to find a suitable way to wake up the gray-clothed young man, but he suddenly heard that the other end of the long street was stabbing Lala...... A high-pitched suona sound suddenly sounded.

The sound of suona is extremely unique and domineering, and together with this sound, all tones are completely eliminated.

Only the sound of gongs and drums is in harmony with it, beating it and playing a supporting role, setting off the suona whimpering and singing as if happy and sad.

The suona opened the way, and the gongs and drums sounded in unison.

Dozens of "figures" sang and danced in front of and back, shouldering the stretcher, but saw that the stretcher was placed on a young man with only thin underwear.

Why do you use the word "placed" to describe this person?

But I saw him lying on his side, his eyes closed, and his expression was serene, as if he was asleep on a stretcher at first glance, but in fact one of his calves was broken at the knee, and the severed calf was reversed behind him in a strange and twisted position.

The same is true of his arms, not completely severed, but they are cut backwards in a posture that completely exceeds the limits of the human body, his wrists are twisted into twists, and his wrists are tied with a beautiful, white knot!

He hunched his waist like this, twisted his arms, and lay on his side on the stretcher with his legs together—

If you look closely, it's clearly a way of plating food!

It's like a human recipe, roast whole chicken, roast whole pig and so on...... It also seems to be often placed in this pose.

The dark sky, the noisy long street, the floating orange lights, and the gongs and drums are ringing in unison, and the suona opens the way.

And in this context, the figure of those humanoids singing and dancing, surrounded and carried by the future, is a person who has been arranged in the shape of food!

A living person, a breathing person, with broken legs, but looking like a living person sleeping peacefully.

This scene cannot be said not to be terrifying, it can only be said that the horror is infiltrated between the invisible and colorless, but it is more chilling than the plain horror.

For some reason, Song Ciwan always felt that his head was starting to get dizzy, his brain was confused, and he always had the urge to rush to the street to sing and dance with those "figures".

The sound of suona sounded, whimpering, sad and happy.

In the team playing suona, a handful of white paper money flowers suddenly scattered, and a voice that was both vicissitudes and joy shouted in his throat: "The day is back, the night is now, the whole world is turbid, we are guilty!" ”

The whole world is turbid, we are guilty?

What kind of strange word is this?

Song Ciwan's heart was pounding when he heard it, and there was always a feeling that the blood was flowing backwards, and people were about to fall forward.

Her cultivation is now high, and her self-confidence is enough to be comparable to ordinary immortals and grandmasters, if she adds her own various means, in the battle of life and death, she is not afraid of a top immortal or demon venerable.

But at this moment, she was standing on the edge of the long dark street, but she was in a trance several times.

What is she, what is she standing here?

By the way, the gray-clothed young man said that in the City of the Hanging Heavens, there are Chaos God Warriors above the sixth order!

Oh, Grey Boy...... That kid, that kid was still held by her with a rattan stick.

Song Ciwan was excited, and suddenly came back to his senses.

And by this time, she had already stepped out with one foot, and seemed to be about to rush into the "crowd", hugging the stretcher with them, shouting "The whole world is turbid, we are guilty"—

So, what exactly happens when you rush into the crowd?

Soon Song Ciwan got the answer.

The moment she came to her senses, she saw a tall man with half of his body stained with blood suddenly rushing out of the shadows on the opposite side of the street.

The big man's left arm was broken, and in his right hand he held a spear that was a long length of a foot.

He shouted on the side of the street: "Senior Brother Luo, wake up!" My old Yue is here to save you! ”

In the shout, the phantom of a mad lion rose high behind him, like an ancient beast, looking up to the sky and roaring, the roar vibrating.

The darkness seemed to be shaken open...... The long street was blown to the ground with singing and dancing figures, and some children flew up and giggled in mid-air.

Then, the next moment, Lao Yue, who rushed into the crowd with a gun, suddenly put away his spear and dragged down the phantom of the mad lion behind him, and then he opened his mouth and giggled.