Darkness, like a tide, comes from afar.

It is not so much that it is dark and early, but that the evening is relatively long, from the beginning of time to the end of Shen time, a full two hours, completely in the dusk.

Looking at the black sun that was gradually leaving, Wang Zimo guessed that the black sun was the real sun outside.

At this time, Kunxuwai had just entered the night!

With Xue Jiaoniang by his side, walking in the black coniferous forest, Wang Zimo felt many times safer than with Lu Dutian. Although the ghost cries and howls in his ears, the smoothed grimace never appears.

The altar was built by cutting the mountain.

It is located in the southeast of Yindu eighteen miles.

The white marble carved railing is surrounded by a hexagonal shape, and there is a two-person high bronze bell in the center, which is the main sacrificial place in the heyday of Yindu.

There was no half a figure on the empty altar, and Wang Zimo was suddenly disappointed, not knowing where they had gone.

"Don't be discouraged, maybe they went to the altar in Kyoto!"

"Where is Kyoto?"

"The hometown of the emperor!"

Circuit.

Wang Zimo followed Xue Jianniang sullenly, and suddenly Xue Jianniang turned around and said mysteriously: "I know where the white lotus is!"

Seeing that Wang Zimo's eyes lit up like lit candles in an instant, she added: "I have seen her from the mountain!"

"The little Lori is beautiful, and the big Hongchen is charming! I'll take you to find them!"

Wang Zimo nodded, followed Xue Jianniang to turn around and walk up the back mountain.

The mountain road is difficult to distinguish in the night, but fortunately, with Xue Jiaoniang leading, Wang Zimo did not lose his way.

Gradually, fog began on the mountain, and the taiga became thinner and thinner, interspersed with dwarf trees whose names were unknown, and whose leaves were so large that they blocked the view from ahead.

Wang Zimo became more and more frightened as he walked. Softly called: "Mother-in-law." ”

Who knew that the back image in front of me was not heard, but walked faster and faster.

Judging from the pace of Xue Jiaoniang, it is impossible for her to climb the mountain so neatly.

Wang Zimo beat the drum in his heart, did not dare to continue chasing, looked back at the rugged mountain road, and suddenly lost his direction in the fog.

Turning around again, he suddenly faced a strange man's face. The straight look in his eyes scared him so much that he almost peed his pants.

The man was round and chubby, with a fat head and big ears, but his eyes were hollow, his face was sallow, like a road sign, and he pointed ahead and did not speak.

Silently stood in front of Wang Zimo.

In the middle of the night, whoever puts it on it can't stand this kind of intimidation!

At this moment, no matter how stupid Wang Zimo was, he knew that he was abducted halfway, not to mention the loss of Xue Jiaoniang, and he was led astray by ghosts.

Horizontal and vertical are all one death!

At this time, Wang Zimo was not so afraid.

Following the direction of his finger, Wang Zimo saw a stage in the distance. The high stage loomed in the fog, and suddenly there was a burst of singing.

The melody is tactful, poignant and melodious!

Just like a song of pear blossoms, refreshing and heartbreaking.

It's just that the voice sounds more sad. The path is winding, with a white lantern lit at the intersection, turning right and reaching the stage.

On the stage, there was a woman in a green costume dancing and singing.

Strange road, very long!

The woman in the green dress turned around, and when she looked at each other, the prince took three steps back, unable to believe her eyes.

"Sister Xueling!"

The audience was surrounded by black and oppressive ghosts, and Wang Zimo clearly saw Wang Ji, Dai Xiaomo and Mo Hongyan standing at the front of the stage, staring at Han Xueling on the stage, the corners of her mouth twitched, and a strange blood red flashed in her eyes.

Wang Zimo was suddenly frightened, jumped forward suddenly, dodged the fat-faced man attacking behind him, turned around and ran back. But before he could run a few steps, he was grabbed by the collar by the fat man and thrown hard at the stage.

Hongyan Pan, you will not return;

Soul Banner Dance, Broken Intestine Road;

The third generation knelt down to the immortals, and hated it;

Swear to be the ghost emperor and float the people.

Skillful nodules, bridgeheads,

Nine days and ten places, go to Huangquan!

Return!

Junxi, return to Xi~!

A song "Conjuring Spirits", miserable and miserable, the prince who sings is silent, his eyes are slightly moist.

On the stage, there seems to be a tragic situation, the husband has not returned from the expedition for ten years, and the wife is looking forward to kneeling to the fairy at home, but she gets bad news, and then she hates the fairy. Raise the spirit flag, nine days and ten earths, looking for a husband to go to Huangquan!

"The world only knows a hundred ghosts, where to find immortals at the end of the world. ”

After a long time, the singing faded away.

The prince retracted his mind silently, reading what Da Ji had said, and stared in a daze.

Looking at the stage again, I was surprised to find that the audience was haunted, obsessed with the walking dead of women, and they all stiffened and walked towards the depths of the fog. In front of them, a touch of green clothes could be faintly seen, smiling at Wang Zimo.

The prince was stunned for a moment, and was overwhelmed by this terrifying vision. Suddenly, I felt a sharp gaze sweeping towards me, and that gaze was the big one with red eyes.

The Wailing Wind howls.

The smell of rot was curled up in a half-circle along the pinna, and then it swam past the knife-like sideburns and into the straight collar.

The prince smelled it silently, it was the smell of stiffness!

Oni have no smell unless they are deliberately smeared with rouge gouache.

The fog drifted away as the white-curtained stage drifted away, revealing bare hills and crooked tree trunks poking into the ground.

The full moon was hidden in the west, and a strange sound suddenly sounded on the top of the black mountain. It's like nails that haven't been trimmed in years are scratching the board.

"Crunch, squeak!"

It's like a rat grinding its teeth after eating.

The prince stared at Wang Ji silently, but Wang Ji looked into the distance with the stage.

Without waiting for Wang Zimo to catch up, Wang Ji suddenly raised his head and roared, followed by the coniferous forest below the mountain, echoing in the distance, and an even deeper roar shook through the mountain stream.

Wang Jian was still carrying the long maroon wooden box on his back, and with a steady pace, he jumped and disappeared into the vast coniferous forest.

"Brother!"

Looking at Wang Ji's resolute back, Wang Zimo's eyes were moist and he muttered softly. He wanted to catch up and ask Daji, why? What is all this for?

Is it really because of yourself as a disaster?

Causing changes in the village?

Because it's a disaster star, Dajie doesn't take anything with him?

Because it is a disaster star, it will be destroyed by heaven and earth?

Standing on the hill, the prince looked back at the southern sky.

Although Kunxu couldn't see the cracks in the sky and couldn't see the aurora, he knew that the warships of the Han and Tang Kingdoms that Lu Dutian was referring to were still in chaos. If you break through the aurora, you will definitely go all out to Kunxu!

The rest of the day was like being rushed and overwhelmed.

As soon as the pace began, suddenly his ankle was grabbed by a cold hand, and Wang Zimo almost stumbled to the ground.

If you look closely, the bare mountain top is cracking one after another.

It's like a crushed egg, and like the Yellow River, cracks are staggered and spreading.

Through the cracks, you can see the yellow and white in the mountain, like a water ball wrapped in a film, and the roots of the trees are intertwined, as if living creatures are swimming in the mountain.

"Po~!"

Immediately after, palms stretched out from the cracks.

Some of these palms are thin and thin, some are short and plump, some are only white bones, some are rotten flesh and blood, and the stench is fishy; and what is even more terrifying is that there is a small hand of a baby jumping around, scratching half a foot in front of it.

The sharp nails were tinged with iron blue, and if Wang Zimo lay on the ground without roots, he would be pierced through his chest by that little hand.

The prince reached for his back, and with a whistling sound of breaking the air, he cut a furrow on the ground and slashed at his feet. Who knows, the palm with carrion seemed to have eyes, and it perfectly avoided Pingyou, and after letting go, he quickly grabbed Wang Zimo's ankle.

"Giggle......

The sarcastic laughter echoed on the top of the mountain, and the prince suddenly exploded, a cultivator without a primordial god is a great supplement for ghouls, and of course, a primordial god without Liangyi is a great supplement.

On the bare mountaintop, palms are everywhere.

Black and white, bloody and fleshy, male and female, old and young......

It's as if this mountain is full of all kinds of corpses, one after the other, you press my arm, I press your leg.