The tall and strange hundred ghosts of the moon stood in a staggered manner, motionless, their joys, sorrows, and sorrows carved into their faces.

These ghosts are bronze statues, decorated with colorful paintings, with a waist around a herd of beasts, holding a long fork in their hands, dove-shaped hoof-shaped faces, fat ears, male sideburns, noses like scales, eyes like purple beans, and short heads and jaws, which are extremely obscene.

The colors of these ghosts are more vivid, and their bodies are more layered, so Yu Fan was not shocked when he saw these statues dozens of feet high.

He walked through the scattered space debris and then came to a wood.

The trees here are tall and tall, and the vines are intertwined around the main trunk and spiraling upward.

The trees here are two meters thick and hundreds of feet high, and the leaves are shadowed to prevent the light from flowing down. There was no other living thing on the trunk except for the spotted wax cicada, including the fruit.

Yu Fan thought, there are also mulberry trees here, and the mulberry trees growing here are more male, and the growth postures are different, but there are no mulberry fruits and cicadas, which are inevitably a little lonely.

The fragments of time ingested into his eyes, and in a blink of an eye, all the mulberry leaves on the tree fell, not falling into the air, nor into the soil, but all disappeared after brushing, only the abrupt horizontal branches pillowed the sky and did not move and were bored.

He didn't think too much about it, and prepared to walk through the woods in one direction to take a look, the woods here were not like the Long Tooth Palace, they were disorderly, and he couldn't see what was further away from ten meters.

After walking for about a mile, Yu Fan dusted off the layer of corpses of the spotted wax cicadas that had fallen from his body, perhaps with more force in his shoulders, and the fluorescent light in the belly of these spirit insects overflowed, making him look bright and radiant.

A palace appeared in front of him, and before he could see it, Yu Fan saw that the structure of this building was exactly the same as that of the Long Tooth Palace, as if it was the work of the same craftsmen.

The eaves of this palace jump, the top of the palace opens the sky, and the tiles are ridged, such as the emperor's residence.

The plaque in this palace has the word Feiya Palace written on it, and I am afraid that it is also a part of the Changya Palace, or the Changya Palace, including the Misang Palace where he lives is a part of him.

Before Yu Fan could think about this problem clearly, the palace door opened, and he himself was pushed forward by an inexplicable force, which forced him to stand on tiptoe, tighten his lower abdomen, swing his arms back, and bow his shins slightly.

The path in the palace winds and turns, jumping off the uneven ground.

It is about four feet wide, with a laurel beside it, and the tree is three feet high, twisted into an incredibly strange shape.

These trees were scattered in the palace, and the fluttering laurel flowers floated in the air like stars, making every breath of Yu Fan, who was in this laurel autumn plain, full and abnormal.

Every breath against his blood deepened his appreciation for such a secluded sight.

Many years ago, he had such strange dreams, in which there were no terrible old tree shadows, no abominable basilisks, no stinking sweat when running, not even fragments of time.

He felt his soul being pumped out, and then with a pleasant force he thrust into some kind of scene, where tall trees were connected, and the air roots that hung from the trees were densely and obliquely wound around his feet.

He could sit on the trunks of trees that grew horizontally and kick the stagnant water below, and there were ducks and geese in the water, and he wrung their feathers awkwardly with his toes, and though he could feel their pain, he could not hear them, just as he tried to exert himself on his throat without making any sound when he was caught in a nightmare.

He walked along one of the paths, treading on the soft and elastic soil, just as when he was young, after a gust of summer rain, he stepped on the sand on the river beach so soft that he could not sink it no matter how much he jumped.

The laurel tree beside him slowly writhed in the stagnant air, as if there was an endless amount of stress.

Their branches stretched out on both sides to rotate, like human hands, and the trunks were slightly separated, like human legs.

Yuegui took on a human form, his mind was huge, his hollow eyes were the light of the cracked trunk of a tree, his nose was like an old tumor, his mouth was wide open, his tongue was playing, and he tried very hard to squeeze out every word, to make every sentence.

These words were to the effect that it was the guide of this Flying Tooth Palace, and there was nothing else to talk about, and this laurel only walked forward by herself, her head did not twist, and the roots under her feet swam like slugs.

Yu Fan stood on the chariot formed by these dense roots, surrounded by tree roots, as if he was in a cage.

There were five monsters crawling out of the ground.

They were black and opaque, a cloud of paint, their heads were as big as tripods, their bodies were thin, the spine of their backs protruded from their bodies, their hands were as long as apes, their arms were two elbows, their arms were as soft as ropes, and they were dragging their huge heads to the ground with great effort.

Their heads are disproportionate to their bodies, ignoring their petite bodies, and their heads roll on the ground like melons. When walking, face down, no facial features can be seen.

Yu Fan felt that they were trying to drag their heads with their hands as they walked, so they wanted to explain their faces in front of their eyes, but their thighs were floppy and their arms were long, and they couldn't exert any strength at all.

Yue Gui told Yu Fan that these things were called black tapirs, and that they might raise their heads to greet people when they passed by, and that they should never say yes when they say hello, otherwise they will be eaten in one bite without chewing.

If they are desperately pestering you and chattering around you all the time, then it is not something that can be solved by remaining silent, and you need to be prepared to say their names and shout at them before they will obediently retreat.

Slowly, these monsters walked towards Yu Fan with their heads with all their strength, and Yu Fan was so frightened that he couldn't use his strength, and helplessly sat on the chariot formed by Yuegui's heels, and he was surrounded by these black tapirs like an animal that was being visited.

I don't know where to get the strength, but these monsters actually raised their huge heads, and their arms became stiff to support the soft ground, and the back of its head was sunken, and there were five braids at the back of its head and it was long and lingering on the ground.

The forehead has horns, the face is covered with a mask, there are cherry blossoms on the forehead, the eyes are flying ink, a line is blurred, and it is like a smile, or a treacherous smile, a sneer. The mouth is like a lotus mist, the nose is obsidian, and the face is cold.

On the mask, three inches below the nose, a long tongue is spitted out, licking the air and the osmanthus flowers fluttering in it, and after each licking, the mask begins to twitch like a muscle, and the corners of the eyes, forehead, and cheeks show subtle movements caused by chewing.

Yu Fan understood that they didn't wear any masks at all, but that their faces were just the same as masks. The fragrance of osmanthus in their mouths poured on Yu Fan's face.

Their breath doesn't stink. Suddenly, the muscles of the monster's face twitched toward the base of its neck, and its pale face became angular due to the stretching and shifting of muscle groups.

Their small mouths are incredibly elastic and wide open, the corners of their mouths are grinning to the base of their ears, and they are colliding with their sparse teeth up and down, saying: In what state will people lose their shadows?

Before the aftermath stopped, a second and a third monster repeated the same question, their voices stacked on top of each other like ripples of water, pressed into the air.