The ghost head is like a great tonic, revealing an unfulfilled look of longing.

Then, it shook its huge head and glanced at Yan Yun lightly, like looking at a dead person.

The beating light of the fire was cast on the surface of the bulging eyeballs of the skull, illuminating a dark and bottomless abyss, where there was a sea of corpses and blood......

Yan Yun's heart sank, and an irresistible oppressive force hit him, making it difficult for him to breathe, like falling into an ice cellar.

When he held the dagger in his backhand and considered whether to recite the nine-character mantra shown in the bag again to avoid the ghost's head, the small black flag on the ground spontaneously combusted without fire.

The hideous face of the ghost's green face and fangs then distorted and transformed, and its outline was not recognized, and it became a puff of green smoke without a trace.

For a long time, Yan Yun stood motionless, this was the first time in his life that he knew what real fear was.

He thrust the dagger into its sheath, and was about to turn away, when he saw the corpse hanging on the wall, his heart moved, and he felt that something was wrong.

Although the dead eunuch did not answer the question raised by Yan Yun, he did not answer, not because he could not find the answer at all, and he could also find some clues.

First, he is a close minister of Jiang Zhou, the king of Dayu, and he is loyal to this master, even if he is added by a sword, he does not betray his master.

Second, before he died, he said that Yan Yun's blood was strong, and he could smell it from afar, and he would not die well, that is to say, there was more than one ghost that harmed the people, and Yan Yun needed to be more careful.

Third, it cannot be ruled out that these ghosts who are messing around are assigned by Jiang Zhou, but it is unknown whether Jiang Zhou directly commands them or has other hidden secrets.

The answer will eventually be obtained, but Yan Yun needs to be fearless of life and death and painstakingly search.

Of course, Yan Yun would not give up, because of this personal experience, he confirmed that the haunting rumors were true, and this indicated that the unintentional words of the dysentery head were very likely to become true.

Even, Yan Yun also thought about the abnormal way of fighting the Qiang people, and the disappearance of countless middle-aged people in the Qiang and Dayu caused by the war between the two countries, whether it was also related to everything that happened in the royal city?

Once the news of Yan Yun's killing of the ghost spreads, Yan Yun will face a great threat, and he will move from the dark to the light, which is not conducive to the investigation.

Yan Yun must make a quick decision, once the dysentery and the surrounding people can't bear to come, it will be too late.

So, Yan Yun pulled out the arrows from the dried corpse, and the shriveled corpse fell to the ground softly.

Yan Yun put the iron bow in the hands of the dry corpse, hung the arrow bag on his back, and took out the token on his waist and hung it in his corresponding position, as for the war horse, iron mace, iron spear, etc., Yan Yun also abandoned it, only took the clothes and coils that Zoe sewed for him, and forged a scene of "Li Dai Tao Stiff".

The iron spear, iron mace and strong bow were built by Yan Yun with great effort, and he was really reluctant to give up, but in order not to startle the snake, in order to create the illusion that he had died, he could only give up, and he had to do it as a last resort.

Then, Yan Yun rekindled the place that had been extinguished in the house, and the raging fire erupted again at night, illuminating the nearby sky.

The head of dysentery and a group of villagers in the village are holding rakes, hoes and other farm tools, watching from a distance, and the head of dysentery does not forget to boast about how brave the official is.

In the mountains and forests behind the village, Yan Yun walked to a wooded place and changed his clothes, and took out an ear hat from his baggage and put it on.

Early in the morning, the county of Fuyuan County came to Zhoujia Village under the escort of the officials, and after some investigation, he came to a conclusion that the tolerance named Yuantai died, and was burned beyond recognition, and even the token was overburned, and none of the handwriting on it could be seen clearly.

In addition to being disappointed, he cried sadly, of course, it was not Yan Yun who was crying, but his uncle Lizheng.

At this time, Yan Yun had already mixed with a group of people selling vegetables and meat, standing in line not far from the gate of the royal city, waiting for the city gate officials to interrogate and enter the royal city.

In the queue, there are porters, head shavers, merchants and craftsmen, etc., and you hug me and crowd it, and it is a mess.

The city gate official asked without any expression: "What is your surname, where is your name, and what is the purpose of entering the city?" ”

Yan Yun hooked his waist, pretending to be very afraid of the cold, and replied: "Zhou Tai, the grass man, is a native of Zhoujia Village, Heyuan County, the village was haunted last night, and the royal city that arrived overnight has the right to hide. ”

When the surrounding crowd heard Yan Yun's words, they immediately became lively, some people said that it was no wonder that Yan Yun was so embarrassed, and some people asked how many people had died in the village, and it was really lucky that such a big man could escape with his life.

Yan Yun could only respond in panic that there was a fire in the village at that time, and someone was shouting that there was a ghost, so he ran away alone, and fell in the field because of a panic, and arrived at the royal city at dawn.

After a brief question, the city gate official ignored Yan Yun and turned to the next one, the whole verification process can be described as sloppy, it seems to be a procedure, and Yan Yun's name is not noted in the registration book, only a tick is made, and the number is recorded.

When Yan Yun entered through the city gate, even the routine body search was omitted, and the armor soldiers standing on both sides were purely decorations.

This would have been unthinkable two years ago!

Of course, the ghosts that suck people's souls come from the royal palace, and there is no need to strictly investigate the idle people who enter the royal city, but it hinders the opportunity for ghosts to harvest people's lives.

Yan Yun sneered in his heart, and after following the flow of people into the city, he followed them blindly for a while, and turned into a large market.

Although the people of Wangcheng were shrouded in the dark cloud of death, life had to go on, so there were many people in the bazaar, shouting and shouting, and the pedestrians were also dense, but some of the stalls were empty, full of dust, as if they had not been taken care of for a long time.

This is the largest bazaar in Wangcheng, the stall rental fee is expensive, it was difficult to find a shop before, but now there are vacant seats, and I don't know whether the original shop owner was sucked into the soul, or the business is not as good as before.

In addition to normal business and sales, there is little communication between people, and there is not even any laughter.

Yan Yun was absent for two years and stood in the downtown area, but he could see the desolation contained in it at a glance.

Yan Yun shuttled through the crowd for a while, even if someone was following, he had already shaken off, he relied on his familiarity with the terrain, through a small alley, after a while, the things in front of him changed, he was already standing in front of a smooth street paved with granite.

The name of the street is "Zhengxi", and the name of this street is engraved with the Yan family's immortal exploits to the dynasty.

Even in winter, there are still green trees here, and behind the trees, pavilions and pavilions, carved dragons and painted buildings, row upon row.

Without exception, the walls of these houses are covered with yellow talismans, all of which have turned white and discolored, and some of them are even dilapidated.

It is clear that these talismans have failed to protect the inhabitants of the place, so they are left unmaintained until they are forgotten.

Yan Yun has been to Zhengxi Street many times, and those attics include the top restaurants, goulan, teahouses, casinos and so on in the royal city......

There is a place called "Yihong Courtyard" that Yan Yun remembers deeply, because every time he passes by here, the housekeeper will always forbid him to stop and watch, and if he does not comply, he will threaten to complain to his wife.

In fact, Yan Yun didn't want to go in to find out, he just thought it was funny, those young women dressed up in fancy clothes, leaning on the carved railing, tying a red ball with a ribbon, smashing it on the heads of passers-by one by one, or playing a pipa or blowing a small song, quite talented. Of course, from time to time, some people were thrown out by the guys watching the scene, which caused passers-by to laugh more than once.

"Selling steamed buns, just out of the cage buns ......"

There was a bit of usual laziness in the shouting, which came from the front of the first floor of Yihong Courtyard, which was abrupt and stunned.