By the time Wang Changsheng and the two officials came to the vicinity of the county prince's mansion in the center of Huashi County, it was already two hours later.

It was close to noon, but the sky over Huashi County was cloudy, and only a few rays of sunlight were squeezing through the cracks in the clouds.

The area around the county prince's mansion has been surrounded by officials, and no one is allowed to approach.

In the eyes of these officials, there was a visible fear, and their bodies trembled, if it weren't for the death order issued by the county magistrate, I am afraid that they would be the first to stay away from this place.

Wang Changsheng, under the leadership of the two officials, had just approached here when he was greeted by a man with a slightly thin face and wearing an emu official uniform.

"Little Wang Dao Chief, I can be regarded as looking forward to you!"

Seeing Wang Changsheng, Zhang Xianling was very excited, and after a long time of pampering, he was out of breath when he trotted for a while, and he gasped for a while before holding Wang Changsheng's hand with both hands and shaking it vigorously.

"Lord Zhang is merciful." Wang Changsheng withdrew his hand casually, made a gesture, and then said straight to the point: "Dare to ask your lordship, the specific situation of the situation here?" ”

Zhang Xianling took a deep breath: "Now, the Venerable Master Li Daochang and the little daughter Zhang Caili are trapped in the mansion. ”

"I've sent people to try to get in, but nothing has been heard from them."

"I have to go down, so I ask the little royal road chief to go down the mountain."

After listening to Zhang County's story, Wang Changsheng frowned and asked, "Lord Zhang, did Ling Ai have any special encounters before he fell into a coma?" ”

"A special encounter?" Zhang Xianling seriously recalled: "Not long ago, the little girl went out to march in order to distract herself, and after she returned, she looked like she was unstoppable, and she often chanted the words "E'er, E'er", and soon fell into a coma. ”

"E'er? What is the specific word, do you know? Wang Changsheng's eyes froze.

"I don't know." Zhang Xianling sighed: "After the little girl fell into a coma, I sent people to investigate all the way along the route of her procession, trying to find people or things related to the two pronunciations of "E'er", but I didn't find the slightest, and finally I had no choice but to give up. ”

"Is that so......" Wang Changsheng nodded, then turned around and looked at the terrifyingly silent mansion not far away.

Li Laodao has been in this place for nearly two days, and if he continues to delay, I am afraid that there will be no chance of survival.

Although the possibility of survival is not great.

"Little Wang Daochang, this is the map of the mansion and the portrait of the little girl that I asked people to make urgently, you can take a look."

"Oh." Wang Changsheng's eyes moved, took the map and portrait, and looked at it carefully.

The layout of the prefectural mansion is the main gate, courtyard, middle hall, backyard, master bedroom, and east and west compartments distributed on the left and right, each with three porch houses.

As for the person on the portrait, the painter only has a few strokes to outline a beautiful and peerless girl.

After carefully sweeping every inch and corner of the map, as well as the posture of the girl on the portrait, and keeping it in mind, Wang Changsheng rolled up the two things and put them away.

"Hoo ......"

With a deep breath, Wang Changsheng unloaded the peachwood sword on his back, held it in one hand, and walked towards the mansion.

"Little Wang Daoist, you must be careful."

The voice of Zhang County's order came from behind him, and Wang Changsheng raised his left hand and waved it, indicating that he knew.

Standing in front of the gate of the mansion, from his vantage point, he could only see the withered and yellow front courtyard inside, and as for more, he couldn't see it clearly.

"If you want to find Li Laodao and Zhang Caili, the daughter of the county order, you have to go deep into the mansion."

Wang Changsheng's heart was solemn.

Although after upgrading the [Daoist] profession, possessing aura, and initially unsealing the [Earth Evil Dao Fruit-Swordsmanship], he is no longer powerless, but he is still a little panicked when he really has to face a possible monster.

After all, it was the first time.

But if you don't go, you can't go, Zhang Caili, the daughter of the county order, is second, mainly the original master Li Laodao, if there is no one to rescue, you really have to send it.

And no matter what, the original body was kind to him, and he couldn't sit idly by.

I can only bite the bullet.

"Hoo ......"

Taking a deep breath, Wang Changsheng stepped forward and stepped into the door.

The moment you enter the mansion, you feel like you're walking through a wall of fog, as if you're brushing your body with a pair of invisible pale fingers, giving you goosebumps.

In an instant, the scene in front of Wang Changsheng's eyes underwent earth-shaking changes.

From the outside, the courtyard, which was only slightly yellow, turned gray at the moment, and the grass, flowers, potted plants, and even the floor tiles and walls that were dead things were all a miserable gray, as if all life had been drained.

Wang Changsheng moved his gaze up and saw the gray sky, and the sun was completely lost at this moment.

Such a different upheaval made Wang Changsheng have an unbelievable thought in his heart: I'm here, I've come to another world?

Shaking his head and not thinking about it anymore, Wang Changsheng clenched the peachwood sword in his hand, and observed the surroundings with bated breath for a while, and after finding nothing unusual, he cautiously walked along the gravel road in the courtyard.

The quiet environment, the decayed garden, every step he took, Wang Changsheng tensed his nerves, for fear that a monster would suddenly emerge from a corner that he hadn't noticed.

But his worries were clearly unfounded.

Until he reached the end of the courtyard, nothing happened.

The central hall area behind the courtyard is filled with a faint white mist.

Wang Changsheng cautiously stabbed the peachwood sword into the white mist, observed it for a while, and after making sure that the white mist was not "harmful", he stepped into it.

"Whirring ......"

A light wind blew past the ears, driving the white mist to flow slowly.

In the white mist, the visibility was frighteningly low, and a meter away, there was a white expanse, and the only thing Wang Changsheng could discern the direction was the gravel road that stretched forward under his feet.

One-step, two-step, three-step......

Wang Changsheng judged the direction he was in at the moment with his own step distance, and just when he silently counted the "ninth step" in his heart, suddenly, a faint voice came from the white mist.

"Sir, can you give Xiaosheng a hand?"

Wang Changsheng slammed his steps, and immediately turned his head to the direction where the voice came from—the left front.

But at the moment when he turned his head, the wind and clouds around him surged, and the white mist was churning endlessly, forcing him to close his eyes and raise his hand to protect his eyes, so as not to scratch his eyes by the wind.

When he felt that his surroundings had returned to calm, his closed eyes tore apart a little, and the scene in his eyes made him slightly stunned.

At this moment, he was standing on a steep mountain road, beside him, a cliff that could not be seen at the end and was shrouded in smoke.

The style of the mountains was cold, and the Taoist robe on Wang Changsheng's body was rustling.

Not only that, but there was an extra bamboo basket at his feet.

Wang Changsheng looked intently, and saw a big white goose sitting quietly in the bamboo basket, looking up at him.

When his eyes met, he inexplicably had a feeling that he was looking at himself.

Just then, a voice came from the front of the mountain road.

"Sir, can you give Xiaosheng a hand?"

It's the voice just now!

Wang Changsheng's face tightened, and he quickly raised his eyes.

I saw that at the corner of the mountain road, where the white fog receded slightly, a scholar with his back to him was slumped on the ground, rubbing his ankle lightly with his right hand.