We were standing at the entrance of the town, in fact, this place was not originally the entrance, probably just a certain part of the street, but because it had been abandoned for too long, some of the houses on the original edge collapsed, and bamboo also grew, because we saw several similar foundations left after the collapse of houses.

And this place can only see part of the long street, but it is not directly opposite the long street. From the point of view of architectural style, it seems that there is not much difference from the general Sichuan town, not so exquisite old houses are lined up on both sides of the road, but there is a difference from the kind of boxy ancient city, here is a bluestone street, probably many years ago when it was not abandoned, the surrounding people are selling tea, for passing horse teams to rest and tiptoe.

I was amazed at how quiet it was, and there was no sound at all. Normally, even if a person walks deep in the woods, away from the road and town, at least they can hear the sound of insects and birds, but there is nothing at all, as if the insects and birds have deliberately avoided this place. I could even hear the breath in my nose when I breathed, and if I had to say anything, it would be the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the bamboo forest, and the slight sound of the bamboo leaves falling on the ground.

Seeing this, I was a little scared and vigilant, so I covered my mouth with my hand, leaned into Da Mao's ear and said to him, When you came, did you see the same situation? Da Mao also whispered yes, but today was even quieter than that day, because in addition to Wang Chengqian and him, there were some other people that day, and those people were all subordinates of the mysterious person behind the scenes. They were all dressed neatly, but they didn't say or laugh, as if they had been given strict orders. I asked Da Mao again, can you still remember the room you lived in with your master at that time? Da Mao said that of course he could afford it, but it didn't seem to be in this half, he had to move forward.

So Da Mao and I began to walk in the direction of the long street, no one here knew me, let alone who I was, so when I walked, I didn't deliberately lighten my pace, because even if I was discovered, probably wouldn't ask me, and treat me as an ordinary trader.

So along the way, Da Mao told me that every night when it gets dark, many lanterns and candles are lit here, and the streets are full of traders on both sides. When I looked down, the whole street was empty, even in tatters, except for the bluestone pavement that was still shining because of the many people walking, and the incense sticks and cigarette butts that could be seen everywhere on the roadside, and it was not difficult to conclude from the newness of these things that it had just opened last night. What puzzled me was that the houses here were all dilapidated and dilapidated houses, and generally speaking, such places would not deliberately close the doors and windows, but along the way, almost every room I saw had either closed the windows, and the windows were nailed with wooden boards or pasted with newspapers, and most of the doors were hidden, as if someone had closed all the doors here.

I sensed that something was wrong, and the professional habits of the years made it easy for me to notice something different in one place. There are no insects, no birds, it is a market but it is quiet in the daytime, which seems to me to be an abnormal performance in any case, and I even noticed that between the walls and the ground here, most of them are covered with creepers and lichens, which means that this place is a shady and humid place, and these things will grow, which means that the yin energy here will be relatively heavy and easier to gather.

After walking for a while, Da Mao whispered to me, are you careful, do you see the person standing in front of you? I said I saw it, because at the door of a roadside hut about thirty meters away from me, there was a man in a tunic who stood straight at the door. Da Mao said that that room was the place where I and my master were under house arrest at the beginning, but I haven't seen the person at the door, but looking at it like this, it seems that someone else is locked up in that room, maybe it is also the master of Tianyan or Yin Yang Eye. This guy is guarding the door here.

And when I saw the man standing upright, he saw me, too. Judging from his expression, it seemed that I was still a little alert to the arrival of Da Mao and me, but he didn't react in any way, which means that he had already seen such a thing. Perhaps a few days ago, he had seen people come here during the day, thinking that they were just people who came to set up a stall to do business. And judging from his straight standing posture, this person must have received some training to be able to stand so tall when no one is supervising, plus Da Mao and Master Liu have revealed in different situations that the hired person behind this person should be a person with a military background, so this guy is probably also from a military background. But judging from his hair, it belongs to medium hair, which is almost an inch longer than Da Mao's hair, and Chinese soldiers are not allowed to keep such hair, which means that this guy used to be a soldier, but he has left the army.

I thought to myself that if I fought with the soldiers, I wouldn't have a chance of winning, so I wasn't going to cause trouble. Instead, I passed by him with a sense of poise, and not only that, but I deliberately made him aware that I was looking at him. Because if he can be suspicious, why can't I? And when I was looking at him, I also paid special attention to the room where Da Mao and Wang Chengqian were held. It doesn't look like any other house, except that the door looks newer and has a lock on it.

In this way, there are other people locked up in this room now, and they are experiencing the same thing that happened to Wang Chengqian and Da Mao at the beginning. Da Mao kept looking ahead, if I did the same, it would probably be easy to arouse the suspicion of others, so I deliberately looked at that person, and looked up and down, although the surface was calm, but my heart was still pounding.

Soon we were a little farther away from the man, and although we didn't look back, I knew that the guy must still be staring at me and Da Mao at the moment. Da Mao said to me at this time, Brother Shankong, this place is almost the middle of this ghost market, counting from the place we just walked over, we have walked almost half of this long street. I looked up slightly, because there were houses on both sides of the road, and I couldn't see the environment behind the house, but when I looked up, I saw a lot of bamboos rising high from the back of the house, and the green bamboo appeared in the sky, and a slender and long gap appeared, as if we were walking on this road. I asked Da Mao, are we going to finish this road all the time? What should I do when I'm done? Da Mao said, don't finish, I'll see that the door of the house is open later, let's just go in and hide.

I thought to myself that it was the only way, but I continued to walk and found that the doors and windows of the houses were all closed, but they were not locked like the one where the man had stood. So I tugged at my coat sleeve and walked towards the door of one of the rooms, intending to get in, for the door was hidden anyway, and I didn't have to find a room with the door wide open.

But when we pushed the door open and walked in, and I immediately closed the door, and was glad that I had finally found a place to hide, then a cold voice came, who are you? What are you doing in my house? There are people in this place, don't you see the chicken feathers on the door?

This voice is mixed with a relatively thick northern Sichuan accent, because people in eastern and southern Sichuan do not have a warped tongue when they speak, but this person's warped tongue is very heavy. Such a sudden sentence in the dark room, plus the place itself gave me an eerie feeling from the beginning, so when this sentence came, I was fiercely startled, and instinctively reached into my satchel and felt my scimitar, this knife had in addition to the hair of the previous Miao Wu, there was also a strand of gray hair, which was the hair of my second folk master, Qin Bukong, this is a tradition, but also a commemoration, since his death, Every time I use this scimitar, it gives me enough strength to my psyche.

But when I took out the knife, the cold voice in the dark said, "Yo, use the knife, right?" Do you think I don't have a knife? You dare to draw a knife with me when you come to my place, you are impatient, aren't you?

Listening to the other person's tone, it seems that he didn't take me seriously, and I don't have to ask for trouble. So I lowered my voice and said, I'm really sorry, we didn't know that there were people in this room, it was deserted here, we just thought that this house was deserted, so we broke in recklessly, offended, and we left.

I couldn't see anything because I had just entered the dark room from the outside, so I couldn't see anything for a while, but as I spoke, my eyes seemed to get used to the darkness, and I could see some outlines in the room. In fact, it is not a room, but on the ground in the middle of the four walls, there is something that I don't know if it is a cloth or a mat, and there is a black figure with crossed legs on it.

I said that, but I didn't put away my scimitar, after all, I didn't know if the other party would let us go, and my heart began to get nervous. The figure who had been sitting cross-legged on the ground stood up, and with a snort, he lit a match, and then lit a candle. Then the man walked up to us with the candle in his hand, and I saw the man with long hair, ragged clothes, and a braided multicolored rope wrapped around his hairline, not very tall, but his skin looked firm and dark, with a beard on his lips and chin, and something that looked like earrings on his ears. He looks like he's in his forties.

He looked me up and down, perhaps because I was still holding the knife, and he wasn't any close to me. Then he raised his chin at me and said, "Little doll, new here, right?" Do you know the rules?