The gates of the ghost town are fiery red, blazing like hell karmic fires. Just this city gate, Leng Yuchen looked at it for a long time, the city gate of the ghost city is different from the ordinary city gate, not only the color is different, but also because there is a slow gloomy atmosphere flowing on the city gate, even if ordinary people are close, there is a kind of fear from the bottom of their hearts, as if they have seen this city gate, they have seen the ghost gate. This should be the shock of the ghost town to the world.

As soon as he entered the city, Leng Yuchen saw a meandering stream around the city, the clear water was like a silver glittering ribbon, exuding a faint sense of sadness, running through the entire city. Leng Yuchen walked slowly along the bluestone path on both sides, the buildings here are all white walls, simple and cumbersome, elegant and quiet, and people can't help but have a sense of tranquility from the depths of their hearts.

At this time, the ghost town is not at all like the bitter cold land in the northwest, and the city is still full of crimson flowers.

Although Leng Yuchen has lived in Khotan for more than 20 years, he has never entered a ghost town. The outside world always describes the ghost town as terrifying and gloomy, as if the people who come in have become unjust souls, and even he never thought that the ghost town is a good place that is not weaker than the fourteen countries. At this time, the crimson flowers are like rain, wrapped in a quiet fragrance, slowly falling, and the ground and roof tiles have become fiery red colors.

Leng Yuchen jade crown bundled hair, Xuanjin brocade robe, graceful bearing, and handsome as a fairy, walking in this fiery red flower rain, coupled with the white hair like a waterfall, made him look even more unparalleled in the world.

In this way, he has attracted countless eyes of reverence or fascination, but here, it is very deserted, everyone is concentrating on their own things, or reading, or playing chess, or washing the pulp by the well, or gathering together to laugh and chat, even the idle people in a daze, just look at it, and then turn their heads as usual, only some little girls who are just beginning to fall in love will look at it a few more times, but in that eye, it is only appreciation.

Leng Yuchen was secretly surprised.

This city, from the outside, seems to be ghostly, people look at the disgust, but now to the city, but only feel a rare leisurely and comfortable, the people here, the demeanor is leisurely, no sense of sorrow, it seems that they can break through life and death, resign themselves to the fate of all living beings.

At this time, he stopped, because he found that the people of the ghost town, who had not paid much attention to him, suddenly all turned their heads to look at him.

What's wrong?

Leng Yuchen was a little surprised, the people in the city who were still only caring about their own affairs just now suddenly turned around and looked at him directly, with displeasure and even disrespect on their faces.

"But not everyone can climb the bridge." At this time, a clear voice suddenly sounded in front of him, "Those who are qualified to stand on the Nai He Bridge are either the people who are about to die in this ghost city, or the ghost king, in addition, even the prince of Tianxuan is not qualified to stand on it." ”

Leng Yuchen raised his eyes, only to see that not far in front of him, there was a tall and tall man, he was wearing a fiery red brocade robe, his long eyebrows were stretched, without a trace of superfluous emotion, there was an incomprehensible depth hidden in his clear and bright narrow eyes, contradictory and coordinated, with a tall nose bridge, thin lips like Tang, and a face like a demon like the moon with a somewhat sarcastic smile, and that smile was so ruthless and cold.