Along the way, the expressions of the fat man and the others became more and more solemn, and they became more and more unclear about what was going on in this place.

Because the fat man saw the truth in a short period of time with the help of Feng Yun, he tried his best to keep a distance from all the guests and waiters at the immortal banquet at the moment.

Although Ma Ling'er and Yan Qilin didn't see it with their own eyes, the fat man's reaction was natural, which also showed that this place was not as happy as they seemed.

The whole palace seemed to be boundless, and the fat man and the others passed through several stone gates.

Behind each stone door is more luxurious and lively than the last.

It wasn't until the fat man pushed open a door again and walked in that everything became cold.

In this room, even the pillars are made of jade.

The surrounding walls are carved with five-clawed golden dragons, and there is also a dragon gate between the mountains and rivers, and there is a black shadow below, as if it is passing through.

The five-clawed golden dragon in the sky, as if greeting the black shadow, kept looking down at it.

The tables on both sides are no longer made of stone, but made of black rosewood, and the delicacies on them include the delicacies of the mountains and the sea, and the wine on the side is constantly exuding the intoxicating aroma of wine.

The light sources that dot the place are fist-sized night pearls, and the pale green lights add a touch of mystery to this place.

But what made everyone feel strange was that there were no large rows of guests for the feast, and there were no dancing girls.

There were only three or two waiters, stiff and motionless, as if waiting for something.

It's like you're traveling to a new map in the game, but the map hasn't been loaded yet.

Compared to the few stone doors just now, this place was instantly quiet, and finally gave everyone enough time to think.

"Why is there no one here?"

Yan Qilin frowned and looked around, this place was obviously more gorgeous than other places, and it should be more lively than the previous place.

But for some reason, there were only two or three waiters standing in this place, and they looked so dumb that they didn't even seem to know how many of them appeared.

The fat man did not speak, but walked towards the nearest attendant.

After looking the waiter in front of him up and down, he quickly lowered his head and opened the Qiankun box and took out a gossip mirror from it.

The gossip mirror is a relatively common feng shui thing in folklore, and many villages still retain the custom of hanging a gossip mirror on the door.

However, what few people know is that there are two types of gossip mirrors: convex mirrors and concave mirrors.

The main function of the concave mirror is to dispel evil in the town and ward off evil spirits.

The main function of the convex mirror is to attract wealth and generate luck.

But what the fat man is holding in his hand is not a conventional gossip mirror, but a traditional Tai Chi gossip mirror.

The center of this Tai Chi Bagua mirror is a mirror that is secretly engraved with yin and yang gossip, but on the disc of the outer circle is a delicate openwork woodcut, with dragons and phoenixes facing each other, and it is about yin and yang.

This Tai Chi Bagua Mirror is exquisitely crafted and brilliant.

Li Shizhen wrote in the Compendium of Materia Medica:

[The mirror is the essence of gold and water, the inside is bright and the outside is dark, the ancient mirror is like an ancient sword, if there is a god, it can ward off evil spirits. 】

These words describe this traditional Tai Chi Bagua Mirror.

At this time, the fat man took the gossip mirror in his hand, slowly raised it under the gaze of everyone, and faced the wooden waiter in front of him.

As a cold light flashed on the mirror, everyone clearly saw that in the mirror in the middle, what kind of gorgeously dressed waiter was standing in front of them?

What appeared in the mirror was an old man, dressed in very simple clothes, but his exposed skin was all white and bloated, and his whole body was constantly dripping with water.

Kong Jie subconsciously took a step back, he looked at Feng Yun beside him, pointed to the mirror in the fat man's hand in astonishment and said:

"Director Feng, why is it different from what we see in the mirror?"

Feng Yun's hand on Kong Jie's shoulder pressed a little harder, and then said in a deep voice:

"Director Kong, you don't know something, you just came here, everything you see is fake, and what you see in the mirror is the truth."

Finally, when Feng Yun explained to Kong Jie, the fat man also looked at Yan Qilin and Ma Ling'er with a very serious look and said:

"Along the way, all the guests, waiters, dancers, musicians we saw were actually corpses.

The corpses died at different times, some of them were just scratched, and some of them were almost rotten to bones.

Everything here is full of charm, and if the director hadn't helped me see all this, I'm afraid I would have indulged in it. ”

As he spoke, the fat man pointed to the waiter in front of him again:

"This person should have just died, and judging from the situation in the mirror, he was drowned.

This place is too evil, where is the fairy feast, it is more like a ghost feast of demons dancing wildly. ”

When Ma Ling'er heard this, a little surprise flashed in her eyes.

I haven't found the time to speak before, so Ma Ling'er can only roughly judge that this place should be quite strange through the fat man's various reactions.

But what she didn't expect was that she saw so many lively banquet halls along the way, and there was not a single living person.

"Could it be that the evil cult found so many corpses just to set up an immortal banquet here?"

Yan Qilin thought about it and made a judgment, and this was quickly recognized by the fat man:

"I think so too, among the people we just saw, there must be the missing body of Lin'ancheng Hospital.

And if the old man in front of him guessed correctly, it was Zhang Dong's father who drowned in the Yong'an River not long ago.

But he had no soul, just a walking corpse, so there must be a force controlling them.

But I don't understand, why is this doing? ”

At this time, Feng Yun was also observing the surroundings, and his eyebrows were full of thoughts.

The scene in front of him did make Feng Yundu a little unexpected.

This strange place is everywhere, and it seems to have been deliberately created as a so-called paradise on earth.

It can be seen that the demon who is secretly haunting is not small, otherwise he would never be able to lay such a huge enchantment and still be in the enchantment, becoming a world of his own.

The puzzled fat man quickly turned his attention to the two lifelike murals in this hall.

The difference between this hall and other halls is that for the first time, there are elements carved with a golden dragon and a mural for decoration.

The three fat men made a tacit judgment, guessing that they might be able to find some clues from it.

The mural depicts a beautiful landscape with green mountains stacked on top of each other and golden dragons coiling in the sky.

At the bottom of the mountain is an ocean, and in the narrow mountain stream, the golden and brilliant dragon gate is specially drawn.

A black shadow loomed in the water, seemingly heading in the direction of the Dragon Gate.

It looks like a landscape painting, but the only thing that's a little strange is that on the top of the mountain next to the dragon gate, there seems to be a figure drawn.

The figure was small and could not be seen clearly, but it was at the same height as the golden dragon opposite.

If you look at all this in front of you as a whole painting, the focus of the painting is the golden dragon and the figure next to it.

The more the fat man looked at it, the more puzzled he became, touched his chin and thought about it and said:

"This golden dragon is easy to understand, but what is that figure?

The person who left the mural attaches great importance to the golden dragon, and also attaches importance to the figure, who can compare with the legendary golden dragon? ”

"Look, there's one more line here!"

Ma Ling'er's voice came from the west, the fat man and Yan Qilin hurriedly left, and when they came over, they soon saw a line of crooked and twisted words written on the mural, and it could even be said that it was a little ugly.

From my own point of view, I feel that the cultural level of the person who left this line of words is not high, and even this word may have just been learned.

However, the content expressed in it is quite high.

"I don't know that the soul is broken, and there is a dream with me! Except for the moon on the horizon, no one knows ......"

"It's a real surprise to be surprised to open the door and surprise to get home."

The fat man looked at this line of poetry with black lines on his head and complained.

But this complaint attracted Ma Ling'er's curiosity on the side:

"Do you understand?"

The fat man waved his hand and said nonchalantly:

"I hate reading this kind of sour poetry the most, what do you mean?"

Ma Ling'er Wenyan nodded suddenly, this is the reaction of the fat man in his impression.

"This is the words in "Two Songs of the Female Crown", it is a love poem, and it is the kind that cannot be loved."

Hearing what Ma Ling'er said, the fat man's eyes suddenly widened in surprise:

"What do you mean? Could it be that this product is still a love species? ”

Yan Qilin looked at the poem, then at the figure on the mural in the distance, and then linked it together, and had a bold guess:

"The lovesickness expressed in this poem can't be about that person, right?"

The fat man's gaze kept moving between the poem and the painting, and after a while, his eyes lit up:

"Damn, could it be that person who fell in love with that golden dragon?"

Yan Qilin and Ma Ling'er glanced at the fat man with a disdainful look, as if to say that it was terrible to be uneducated.

"Big brother, I'm wondering, how did you make such an unethical inference?

The golden dragon and that person are obviously not the focus of your attention, it should be the black shadow that is approaching the dragon gate, that is what you should pay attention to.

If it's really a person who falls in love with a dragon as you said, what kind of spare tire is that black shadow? ”

Ma Ling'er looked at the fat man angrily and said, but the fat man nodded quickly:

"It's also possible, isn't there a creature like a spare tire since ancient times?"

Ma Ling'er had obviously lost the idea of continuing the conversation with the fat man, and its eyes soon fell on the stone door at the end of the main hall:

"There's a stone door there, shall we go in and have a look?"

Yan Qilin nodded, and several people quickly walked towards the stone door, and the fat man followed behind in confusion, and until this time he couldn't help muttering to himself:

"This place is really big for one head and two heads, what kind of mess is this?"

Just as the fat man was talking, Yan Qilin had already pushed open the stone door in front of him.

At this moment, the fat man was suddenly stunned, and then looked around with some confusion:

"Guys, I seem to have sensed the river god all of a sudden, and that thing seems to be here!"

Hearing this, Ma Ling'er and Yan Qilin glanced at each other solemnly, and then stepped into the room behind the stone door.

The style of this room is completely different from the previous ones, there is no sense of splendor immediate, but it gives people the illusion of warmth.

The whole room is an antique wood tone, with tables and chairs carved from sandalwood, delicately carved with different patterns, and the delicate warmth of the daughter's home is flowing everywhere.

It is clearly a cave, but a bamboo window is specially placed, and there is a sea of flowers outside the window.

But when the fat man wanted to try to open the window, he found that it was completely fake, and the sea of flowers outside naturally couldn't be real.

Directly in front of it was a rosewood table with a few sheets of rice paper and a few brushes on the desk.

On the rice paper are a few budding chrysanthemums, which are very rough drawn, but it seems to deliberately create a state of sentimentality.

In addition to this, there is a purple tulle hanging on the window, and there are several picture scrolls on the wall.

The painting depicts a wonderful woman, dressed in a pale pink gown with a veil of tulle covering her face.

This woman's waist is slender, her figure is graceful, her eyes are full of charm, and her paintings are lifelike.

In this room, it is no longer the style of a fairy banquet that is drunk with money, but more like a warm women's boudoir.

On the other side of the wall, there are calligraphy and paintings, and you can see from the crooked handwriting on them that it is the same person who left the poems on the mural.

"Hate each other and don't know the tide and have faith, and lovesickness begins to feel that the sea is not deep."

"Mingyue Lou is high and rests alone, and the wine enters the bowels of sorrow, turning into lovesick tears."

The fat man scratched his head a little irritably:

"This fucking evil is quite weird, it's just a big love species.

But this character is too ugly to write, and it won't be written like this with your feet, right? ”

There were still a few paper balls scattered on the rosewood table, Ma Ling'er stepped forward but opened them curiously, only to find that these were actually a few pieces of waste paper used for practicing calligraphy.

Combined with everything previously discovered, Ma Ling'er speculated attractively:

"It looks like someone lives here, so it's probably the evil we're looking for.

But this evil seems to love this woman, so he has been practicing calligraphy, wanting to write this lovesickness.

It may also be that this woman likes the smell of books more, so this evil cult is trying her best to imitate it.

It's just that judging from the notes, these taxes should have little patience, and it is impossible to practice the characters patiently, so there are nondescript calligraphy and paintings. ”

Hearing this, the fat man pointed and pointed to the lifelike portrait of the woman:

"Then it is obvious that this painting could not have been painted by the same person, it should have been made by another person.

And I always felt a sense of familiarity in this painting......"

"Who?"

Just as the fat man's words fell, Yan Qilin suddenly looked in a direction with sharp eyes.

A black shadow disappeared in an instant, and Yan Qilin drew out the meteoric iron sword with his backhand, and chased after him.

Seeing this, the fat man and Ma Ling'er also chased after him quickly, Feng Yun dragged Kong Jie and took Kong Jie to follow.

It was another stone door, but it had been pushed open by a crack, and it was clear that the strange black shadow had left from here.

(End of chapter)