The light boat approached the shore.

The once bustling street market is now deserted in the rain.

The shops along the street are still open, and of course there are no customers, only the guys who look at the shops, looking at the rain curtain and yawning.

And the most magnificent and extensive Tanuki building on the street has not opened at all, the door is closed, lying on the water's edge in the heavy rain, which is in stark contrast to the lively Yu family shop opposite.

Li Changan paid for the boat, took an oil umbrella, stepped on the stagnant water, and went straight to the mansion.

Instead of thinking nonsense, it's better to ask in person.

The heavy rain trapped the guests in the mansion, and everyone was bored, so they simply gathered under the porch to have fun, and the shopkeeper was a clever person.

Seeing the opportunity, I invited two people to play words, and sold some pastries and tea by the way.

As soon as Li Changan entered the door, he saw such a lively scene.

The two servants played the words under the corridor opposite the gate, playing the pipa, and narrating the story of the Heavenly Master Fulong Zhenchao in a tone that the Taoist priest could not understand.

Residents gather in the corridors on both sides of the courtyard, or talk to themselves, or concentrate on appreciation, and when they hear the highlights, they applaud loudly, and greet the store by the way, and serve some tea and snacks.

Every time this happens.

A small man came out of the cloister, barefoot, with his sleeve over his elbow, and swaying with a kettle.

Ame.

Li Changan called.

When Xiao Amei heard the sound, she saw that it was a Taoist priest, her little face suddenly became embarrassed, she snorted, and went back to the corridor without looking back.

Just, not for a moment.

The little one ran back again, and there was an extra plate of pastries in his hand, and the white flour was dotted with dots of purple, which was her favorite purple cake.

The Taoist priest took it with a smile.

Deflated?

Not really!

If you don't get rid of your anger, why do you send pastries again?

It's a thank you gift. The little guy has a lot of trouble, one yard is one yard, we will be a heroine in the future, and we have clear grievances!

This serious appearance reminded the Taoist priest of the angry girl in his dream, and he couldn't help laughing for a while, so that the little guy caught it, and immediately stinked again.

Li Changan hurriedly took out the gift he had prepared earlier.

A sugar man who bought it by the way.

Make it look like a lady dancing a sword.

When Jiao Amei saw it for the first time, she was pleasantly surprised.

Hurriedly stretched out his hand.

Don't worry.

Li Changan held the sugar man high.

I'll start with something.

Monsters? Where do I remember.

It's your dream.

So what? Who dreams at night and wakes up during the day and remembers it clearly?

Don't really remember at all?

Remember a little.

What is it?!

You stabbed me in the back.

The little girl's puffing eyes made Li Changan's head big for a while.

What's even more important is that her impression of that dream is very vague, so vague that she only remembers: the whole city has turned into monsters, she pulled the Taoist priest to flee for her life, and at the last moment, she handed over her back to the Taoist priest, and then the Taoist priest stabbed her with a sword.

Well, the last sword, especially impressive.

All in all, it seems like a trip in vain.

At this time.

The pipa sounded off, and the story in the Ling's mouth came to an end.

The audience applauded, accompanied by shouts for tea.

Xiao Amei's eyes rolled, and while the Taoist priest was in a trance, she suddenly stepped on the railing of the corridor and jumped up, snatching the sugar man.

Like a cat.

Lightly landed on the ground.

Then the priest grimaced.

Come on.

plunged into the rain in the courtyard, stepped on the ripples with his feet, and ran away.

Li Changan slowly put away the shock on his face, picked up a piece of purple carrot cake and stuffed it into his mouth.

Nothing?

Not really.

Li Changan's impression of the dream is actually vague, if he hadn't been there, he wouldn't have remembered the cat mother and mouse and the snake demon family. But as the suspicion deepened, as the boat gradually approached the Yu family's residence, the details of the dream also woke up from the depths of memory little by little.

He vaguely noticed that there was a big difference between the Xiaoshui City in reality and the Xiaoshui City in his dream.

After talking nonsense with Amei, although he didn't ask why, the memory in the dream was completely clear, and he finally figured out what the difference between Xiaoshui City in and out of the dream was.

Is it a blood moon in the sky, is it a city full of demons?

No.

is something that is more common and at the same time easier to ignore.

Li Changan leaned on the beam pillar and chewed the pastry in his mouth carefully, the fragrance of wisteria reaching the end of his nose through his mouth.

He looked at the courtyard in front of him.

In the center is a tall locust tree, with lush branches like a canopy, surrounded by vines, which are wrapped around the branches, bricks and tiles, and beams and columns, dense and lively, pouring down from the eaves of the walls.

Now think about it.

The Taoist priest was surprised to find that vines could be seen everywhere in the city, but he never saw their branches, flowers and leaves, but not rhizomes. It's as if they never take root in the dirt, but just spread from somewhere, staining the whole city, parasitic in every corner of the world.

And what's interesting.

The Xiaoshui in the dream has no vines.

City Chang Feng Fang.

Rain cats and dogs.

As the sun approached, the long street was dark.

In front of Xing Zhutou's door, Bo Ziyu stood alone in the rain, stunned to see the half-hidden door in the wind and rain, making some creaking sounds.

The raindrops soaked into the coat and brought it into the wet cold, making the long knife on the waist and the armor on the body even colder, so cold that it was biting cold and chilling.

At this moment.

He was heavily armed, but alone.

He hesitated, and he was lucky.

He pushed the door open.

But at the first glance of entry, the body of this young man who usually prides himself on being an iron man trembled.

There was a pool of blood floating in the courtyard, and a few yellow talismans were wrapped in mud, beaten to pieces by the heavy rain.

Bo Ziyu recognized the runes.

When they were separated from their aunt in the morning, they quietly asked their subordinates to hand them over to their aunt.

At that time, he also considered himself to be careful and filial piety, thinking that he had penetrated his uncle's embarrassment and taken care of the old man's face.

Now that I look at it, it's just ridiculous, it's just hateful.

I hated that I was carried away by the great work of catching demons, and I was so careless, thinking that my uncle's words were hesitant, but she just wanted to ask for some talismans, and it was not easy to speak.

Guilt tore at his heart, and anxiety urged him to follow.

But the moment he stepped into the chamber along the bloodstains, his body froze again.

He saw the last thing he wanted to see.

My aunt was lying on her back in a pool of blood, her face pale and her eyes closed.

Bo Ziyu staggered over, helplessly lifting the back of the woman's neck.

Auntie.

The woman's eyes were slightly open, and her voice was faint.

Ziyu?

Yes, yes, uncle, it's me, it's Ziyu, you endure the pain first, and I'll take you to see the doctor.

I can't make it.

No, it can be cured! Even if the doctors in the city can't, there are still Feng Dao Changli on the mountain!

The aunt slowly squeezed out a little smile, her pale face seemed to have regained a little blood, and her scattered eyes condensed slightly, she looked at Bo Ziyu.

Your uncle

Before he finished speaking, a mouthful of black blood choked out of his throat.

Bo Ziyu hurriedly wiped his sleeve, and his voice was a little crying.

Don't speak, go to the doctor.

As he spoke, he was going to pick up his aunt.

But his aunt suddenly grabbed his arm so hard that her nails penetrated through the sleeves and dug deep into the skin.

My aunt's lips pursed with difficulty, and just a few words made her rest of her life pass quickly.

He's next door.

Her eyes were facing Bo Ziyu, but the light in her eyes gradually dispersed to the void, and a few crystals appeared in the corners of her eyes, and she didn't know whether it was relief, guilt, or remorse.

Help him.

And there was no more sound.

Uncle demon change, uncle died.

Regarding this result, when he saw the words Xingzhai in Fengfang, Changchang, Chengchang, appeared in the booklet, Bo Ziyu was mentally prepared, but he still had a little luck and a little selfishness.

Otherwise.

He will not leave the others and choose to come alone, nor will he put on armor under the robe, and bring the talisman and weapon to kill the demon.

At this time.

It was already night, and the heavy rain that did not stop cutting off the light and sound, making the world in the rain seem to be only Bo Ziyu and the house one step away - dozens of days ago, Xing Zhutou sacrificed his life to rescue the child's house from Aunt Hu's mouth.

Bo Ziyu didn't know what kind of courage his uncle had to go in to save people at that time, and he didn't know what kind of hideous uncle he had to go in to eat people today.

All he knew was

The palm of the hand slashed across the blade, and the blood swam along the blade, dyeing the runes on the surface of the knife with cinnabar using a secret method to dye scarlet.

Uncle.

He untied his coat, and the iron armor reflected the cold light in the cold rain.

Ziyu will never disgrace you!