What would it be like to suddenly evaporate all the familiar people from the world overnight?

Doubt, fear, sadness?

Qinglin stood at the door of his house, and did not have much mood swings, but felt a little empty in his heart.

It is a small, isolated mountain village that originally lived in 23 families with a total of 106 people.

When he woke up early this morning, Qinglin found that everyone had disappeared without a trace.

Among them are his closest grandfather and three masters.

After searching all over the villages, fields, and mountains, and still didn't see half a figure, Qinglin returned to his door, looking into the distance, stunned.

Where did they go?

It is isolated from the world, and in 18 years, Qinglin has never seen anyone descending the mountain.

They can't all leave overnight and be left alone.

Did the demons take everyone captive, or were they killed?

And what about corpses?

Why are you okay?

Thinking of this, Qinglin laughed at himself: With the cultivation of the three masters, who can help anyone in the world?

Qinglin walked around the village many times and found that things were getting more and more strange.

The houses in the village have always been closed at night, and the furnishings inside are the same, and there are no things missing, neatly and neatly.

It seemed that they had not encountered anything dangerous, but it was more as if they had suddenly disappeared from this world.

The chickens and ducks roaming outside the house, as usual, and the barking of dogs from time to time, are a good proof of this.

Perhaps, they just have something to go out and will be back in a few days, Qinglin thought.

Standing at the door of his house, the sun rises and the moon sets, the plane tree in the courtyard turns from green to yellow, a breeze blows, and the leaves of the tree fall off.

Before I knew it, I had waited from midsummer to early autumn, the weather was slightly cool, and there was still no one in the village.

Qinglin's figure is very lonely in this isolated and secluded village.

They won't be coming back...

Qinglin silently turned around and entered the house.

Something extraordinary must have happened, grandpa, the three masters and everyone in the village will not disappear for no reason, there must be a secret in it that no one knows.

I'm going down the mountain to find them...

He found some broken silver from the house, and removed the wooden knife and bamboo sword hanging on the wall, which were toys made for him by his grandfather when he was a child, and also the weapons he used to practice with the three masters since he was a child.

The wooden knife was carried at his waist, the bamboo sword was behind his back, and Qinglin, who was dressed plainly, closed the door of the house, and stood under the plane tree, with a handsome face, but he was a little confused at the moment.

The land is vast, and the future is long.

Where can I find them?

Looking at the distant sky, between the blue sky and white clouds, a line of geese went south.

Qinglin smiled at the corner of his mouth, the weather is getting cooler, and the geese are going to settle down in a warmer place.

He spread his legs and strode forward.

Heading south...

...

Qinglin has never gone down the mountain, but from his grandfather and the three masters, he has a vague understanding of the outside world.

The master said: The world is dangerous, people's hearts are evil, walking in the world, blessings and disasters are unpredictable.

The second master said: Benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, wisdom and faith in the world are not worth one or two gold in the world.

The third master said: With your cultivation, after you go out of the mountain, others can kill you with one finger.

Qinglin believed it, after all, he had never seen the world.

Grandpa taught him the truth of three wants and three don'ts since he was a child, and now it is still lingering in his ears.

"Be gentle and humble, have good thoughts, and never forget your original intention.

Do not commit adultery and plunder, do not kill innocents indiscriminately, and do not be insatiable. ”

Qinglin has an excellent memory, these words are engraved in the bottom of his heart, and now when he goes out of the mountain, he must be careful.

Because according to several masters, the outside world is very complicated and dangerous...

...

Keep going south, past familiar villages, through familiar fields, over familiar hills, and then sink into a completely unfamiliar mountain.

All the way through the forest and the stream, over the mountains and mountains, I don't know how far I went, at this moment the sunset in the west mountain, the front is still an endless dense forest.

"I may have to sleep in the wilderness and mountains today..."

With his cultivation, he can fly in the sky, but Qinglin is unwilling to do so.

The first time he walked out of an isolated mountain village, he wanted to keep his feet on the ground and take a good look at the world, whether it was really as the masters said...

The sky was completely dark, and a young man with a bamboo sword on his back and a wooden knife on his waist, wearing stars and moons, walked alone in the vast wilderness and dense forests.

Qinglin is not afraid of the dark, the darkness is nothing to him, and his gaze can still see far away.

Turning over a mountain again, halfway up the mountain in the distance, a faint light suddenly appeared, ethereal, like a candle swaying in the wind.

"There may be people living there, and you can spend the night. ”

As the light got closer and closer, a layer of mist began to rise around it, hazy, blocking the stars and moon in the sky, but the light not far away became clearer and clearer.

It was found that it was a big Zhuangzi, there was a plaque in Zhuangzi, shrouded in fog, it was not real, two big red lanterns were hung at both ends of the plaque, which was particularly eye-catching, Qinglin was in the mountain before, and the lights that he saw were this lantern blown by the wind, swaying, and ethereal.

did not knock on the door, this barren mountains and mountains, rarely uninhabited, some people are extremely unusual, how can there be such a big Zhuangzi?

What's even more weird is that through the window paper, the house is brightly lit and there are many figures.

When things go unusual, there must be demons.

Although Qinglin has never seen the world, he still has this common sense.

While thinking about it, the door of Zhuangzi "squeaked" open, and a festive-looking white fat doll stood on both sides of the door, with a small black hat, smiling at Qinglin.

"Childe has been in the dust all the way, it is better to go into the village to rest, drink a cup of hot tea, rest well, and hurry tomorrow morning. ”

Through the door, Qinglin saw several tables in the lobby of the village, the figures were sensational, some people pushed cups and changed lamps, talking and laughing, so lively.

Compared with the silent barren mountains and mountains, the noisy and noisy village in front of it seems like another world.

"These are all guests in the village, tonight is just a banquet to entertain everyone, the son came just in time, if you don't dislike it, you can drink a few cups with everyone and eat something. ”

Although the two white fat dolls are young, they speak one after another, with a lovely smile on their faces, and they look very kind, which makes people can't bear to refuse.

"Good. ”

After thinking about it seriously, Qinglin nodded.

When I entered the village, my eyes kept scanning the surroundings and those who were drinking at different tables.

There are eight four-cornered tables in the village, each table sits several people, both men and women, and there are all kinds of delicacies and wines on the table.

At the door, the white fat doll looked at Qinglin's back and smiled happily, the corners of her mouth were grinning, her long scarlet tongue stretched out, and she licked her whole face stickily.

"This snack is so tender. ”

"This person is carrying a sword on his back, he may be a cultivator, he can't see the depth for the time being, so be careful. Another doll spoke.

"Wooden knives and bamboo swords, that's it, and it's also a blade?"

"Don't take it lightly, don't forget what happened to Boss Bai ten years ago, our purpose has always been, rather let it go than make mistakes. ”

"That's right, let's get to the bottom of him first..."

A man dressed as a maid guided Qinglin to sit down at an unmanned table, and then served delicious wine and food.

Qinglin didn't touch the delicious food on the table, his eyes seemed to scan around intentionally or unintentionally, it was very strange, and the rest of the guests ignored his existence, as if he didn't exist.

The interior of the village is spacious, but the furnishings are extremely simple, and there is not even a back room, which looks extremely strange.

The windows around were pasted with white paper, and the only thing that attracted Qinglin's attention was the red oil-paper umbrella hanging on the top beam, bright red in color, lonely and falling above, slightly lonely.

In addition, there is also a faint fishy smell, just like a stinky fish floating on the surface of the water after being exposed to the sun after dying in the river.

"How do we divide this snack?"

"The limbs are mine, the internal organs are yours, and the brains are half of each person. ”

"Where's the ass?"

"Ass don't, here you go. ”

"Phew... I don't want to..."

Listening to the two fat dolls whispering not far behind him, Qinglin couldn't help but turn his head sideways and asked, "Excuse me, were you talking about your ass just now?"

"Yes, Bigu, I heard that cultivators, cultivation is high to a certain level, can not eat or drink, to reach the realm of Bigu, I see the son with a sword on his back, the momentum is extraordinary, presumably he is also the person in the cultivation, the cultivation is definitely not shallow, right?"

Qinglin remembered that his grandfather said that he should be gentle and humble outside, modest and low-key, and waved his hand with a smile: "It is shallow in the lower cultivation, and it has not entered the stream..."

"Oh, then we're relieved. ”

"What?"

The fat doll snorted: "I mean, the son can eat with confidence, eat and drink enough, and go on the road." ”

"Okay-on-road. ”

These three words are spoken very slowly, and they seem to have other meanings.

Qinglin found that after the two white fat dolls said this, they were staring at themselves together, grinning, and the eyes seemed familiar.

By the way, the third master, who is addicted to alcohol, saw that the wine was like this.

Master Fu Yang Fan also looked at this kind of gaze when he saw the second sister-in-law Lin next door leaning over to do laundry in the creek.

Excited, eager...

It's just that their gaze didn't stay long, and then they moved away, and then the two retreated behind Qinglin, a little farther away.

"I'll just say, this person looks ordinary, and he is young, how can he be a person who has cultivated to a high level. ”

"Be careful to make the Ten Thousand Year Ship, you have forgotten what happened to Boss Bai ten years ago. ”

Thinking of the scene ten years ago, the two fat dolls still have some chills in their hearts.

Boss Bai is a white python that has been cultivating for hundreds of years, and is the original owner of Zhuangzi here, and has been in this mountain range for hundreds of years, during which I don't know how many people who pass by or strayed into this place are swallowed by it and absorb essence and blood.

Until that day, a teenager led a little girl of a few years old to pass by.

Seeing that dim sum came to the door, Boss Bai revealed the prototype on the spot, opened his bloody mouth to them, and then... Then it was skinned alive by the weak-looking teenager and stripped of its gall...

This scene frightened them, who were still very weak at the time, but fortunately they were too weak at the time, and they were well hidden, and they did not attract the attention of the young man.

After the young man led the little girl away, they were both surprised and delighted, and after swallowing the flesh and blood of the white boss, their cultivation improved by leaps and bounds, and they became the new owners of this Zhuangzi.

In the past ten years, many people have passed by this place, and they have been eaten by them, refining their qi and blood, and their cultivation has been improving.

It's just that the fate of Boss Bai at the beginning gave them a wake-up call, and they have always adhered to a principle over the years: rather let go, not kill mistakes, be steady first, and never disclose.

"Let's divide him now, he looks so tender, I can't help it. ”

One of the fat dolls was drooling, and her long tongue kept licking the corners of her mouth.

"Wait... It always feels like something isn't quite right tonight... Did you see the unusually bright red oil-paper umbrella on the top beam?

Recently, I heard a secret that Long Yin has a Luo Niangniang, who is terrifying in cultivation and has a mysterious whereabouts, and likes to go to lofty mountains and mountains, treacherous and desolate places, to subdue those mountain spirits and ghosts, and to accept them as used, those who follow them prosper, and those who go against them die, and countless guys who are more powerful than Bai Boss have died in her hands.

I heard that every time she appears, she will hold a red oil-paper umbrella with a bright color like blood..."

The fat doll was a little apprehensive.

Another doll scoffed: "You think too much, the roof leaked half a year ago, and I hung the umbrella." ”

"But I remember you hung up a green umbrella. ”

"Alas, it's been so long, it's normal for the color to fade, you call that umbrella red, green, white, anyway, I'm hungry and want a snack. ”

The fat doll who was talking looked at Qinglin's back and her eyes lit up, and she was all over the place.

The other doll had no choice but to nod.

Receiving the signal, the fat doll grinned, revealing a mouth full of fangs, and its long, sticky tongue rolled around the neck of the young man several feet away with lightning speed, and pulled it violently.

"Click"

The imaginary sound of a broken neck did not appear, but instead there was another strange sound.

"Huh?"

The fat doll retracted her tongue and let out a cry of surprise, the boy in front of her was gone...

Just as he turned his head sideways to ask his partner, a bamboo sword stabbed his partner's neck.

The bamboo sword emitted a white cold air, and the little partner's expression was frightened but solidified, and it was invaded by the cold air of the sword body, turning into an ice sculpture, and the weird "click" sound was emitted from the little partner.

Then the clicking sound continued, and it watched as its little friend scattered to the ground like broken porcelain, turning into ice chips.

The boy appeared behind it silently.

"Your tricks are so clumsy. ”

Unprecedented panic appeared in the heart, it seemed to experience the feeling of Boss Bai ten years ago when he was skinned and stripped of his gall, this time, they looked away...

"The cultivation that is said to be good is shallow, and it has not entered the stream...

Heh--heh!"

The fat doll did not hesitate, her body turned into a bolt of lightning, and she wanted to escape, but she was swept through her body at a faster speed by a blue light, and then fell to the ground.

Qingguang returned to Qinglin's body, and there was a sudden loud noise in the village.

The originally brightly lit inner hall was plunged into darkness, and a corrupt and unpleasant smell rushed to the door.

As soon as the blindfold was broken, Zhuangzi immediately revealed his true face.

I saw that this place was very dilapidated, cobwebs were all over the ground, a thick layer of ash had accumulated, and several large holes were broken above the beams, and the moonlight entered the house, and the sky was full of stars at a glance.

The previous guests had long since disappeared, replaced by dry corpses and dry bones all over the ground, and the tattered clothes on the dry bones were somewhat similar to those who were chatting and laughing and drinking, and they should have died here in vain.

It's really pitiful to be used when you're dead.

The four-cornered table has been transformed into a rotten coffin, and the original delicacy has become stinking mud, maggots and rotten bones.

The white fat doll that fell to the ground also revealed its true body, a three-legged white toad as big as a millstone, with a big black bump on the top of its head, which was extremely ugly.

The bones scattered all over the place, some of them are still mutilated, and it seems that these two white three-legged toads have caused no harm to people.

Qinglin silently walked out of the Zhuangzi, the fog that was originally shrouded in the surroundings disappeared, and the entire Zhuangzi revealed its true face under the bright moonlight.

The red lantern hanging above the doorway turned a miserable white, and the plaque in the middle collapsed in half, and two large characters were written on it:

Righteousness--Zhuang!

I don't know when this Yizhuang was built, it must have been abandoned for a long time, but I didn't expect it to become a blessed land for these evil things.

Take a closer look at the surrounding terrain, Yizhuang is very particular about the location of the site, this is a place where the Tibetan wind gathers qi, and the source gas between the surrounding mountains continues to converge here, which is originally a good thing, the source gas can make the corpse stay in Yizhuang be preserved for a longer time, and it will not decay so quickly.

But it also attracts those ghosts and ghosts in the mountains, using this as a nest, making waves and harming passers-by.

Since Yizhuang has been deserted, there is no need for it to exist.

Qinglin clenched the bamboo sword and waved it lightly, and the white sword rose to the sky, splitting the already dilapidated Yizhuang in half with a single sword, and then collapsed and turned into a ruin.

This sword not only destroyed Yizhuang, but also destroyed the terrain where the wind gathers qi here, and I believe that there will be no demons and evil spirits coming here to harm others in the future.

Under the moonlight, Qinglin's gaze suddenly froze, and in the ruins, the bright and dazzling red oil-paper umbrella was lying quietly in it, dusty...

His eyes stayed on the red paper umbrella for a long time, and his eyes flashed with an unusual light, but after all, he did not step forward, but put the bamboo sword behind him again, turned around, and continued to go south, dashing.

Qinglin's figure was bathed in the moonlight, and he hummed softly in his mouth:

"Red paper umbrellas, window flowers, two fat dolls in the village, one or two and it..."

In the secluded wilderness and uninhabited mountains and forests, the figure of Qinglin gradually faded away, and soon disappeared between these mountains.

On the top of the Yizhuang that has become a ruin, but I don't know when there is a bewitching figure, wearing a long green skirt and a gauze scarf, holding a bright red oil-paper umbrella in her left hand, her figure is ethereal, looking at the bamboo sword boy who is gradually moving away, thoughtful...