By this time it had begun to be dark in the mountains, and darkness was a good camouflage to cover the dangers, but they knew how much danger was hidden.

Finally came to the destination, and in the memory of the little half-immortal, the two wooden houses had never been so bright.

There seemed to be no outsiders outside the wooden house, and there was no demonic aura, and before the little half-fairy could poke his head out, he heard a clear voice coming from inside the house, "Since you are here, please come in." ”

Jiang Xiyan and Xiao Banxian glanced at each other, but they didn't expect to meet an old friend again.

When the two walked into the wooden house, they saw Wu Hao, who was sitting next to the simple wooden table with a smile on his eyes, on the wooden table was a plate of fried peanuts, a plate of beef with sauce, four pairs of chopsticks and two large jars of wine.

The furnishings in the house hadn't moved much, but the owner of the house was gone, and the little half-fairy really wanted to ask where the old man had gone.

The two stood still, and Wu Hao said, "Why, I haven't known each other for a few days?"

The little half-immortal walked next to him and sat down first, Jiang Xiyan also sat down opposite Wu Hao, Wu Hao poured wine into the bowl in front of them, did he dare to drink this wine?

Xiao Banxian smiled: "Don't dare." ”

Wu Hao's eyes were slightly gloomy, and he drank all the wine in his bowl, "Aren't you still at ease?"

Xiao Banxian sighed: "From the moment you calculated us, are you still talking about worrying about it?"

Wu Hao looked at Jiang Xiyan, Jiang Xiyan smiled like a flower and said: "Don't look at me, I still want to live a few more years, I don't dare to drink this wine." ”

Wu Hao said: "With Mo Yan, when the four of us met Yu Wei, we didn't expect ........"

Thinking of the beginning, only sighs remained, Xiao Banxian said: "I didn't expect that this time was the last time we drank together, do you remember the first time we drank." ”

Wu Hao laughed, "How could you not remember." ”

The two talked about the chaos of the year, even Jiang Xiyan's face softened, those past events are vivid, just like what happened yesterday, the two talked for a while, Wu Hao said: "Half immortal, Xiyan, I have no intention of being an enemy of you, but the way is different." ”

The little half-immortal said: "I believe this." ”

"This time, we only need the mixed yuan beads, as long as you hand over the mixed yuan beads, we will release Yao'er and Miss Fang. Wu Hao said.

The little half-immortal asked, "What if we don't let it go?" ”

Wu Hao said: "Talent is the most important, and those are nothing but external things." ”

Xiao Banxian interrupted Wu Hao's words, raised his eyebrows and said: "It is precisely because of when I met Yu Wei, you really surprised me again and again, but I really didn't expect that you could also do it to Yao'er." ”

Wu Hao said: "Yao'er....... Yao'er has already broken off her feelings for me. ”

Xiao Banxian said: "Yes, you look like this, even if she doesn't break her love for you, I will wake her up." ”

Wu Hao was just about to speak, but suddenly paused, "I see." ”

The little half-fairy asked with an uncertain expression, "What did you say?"

Wu Hao's expression turned cold, "It turns out that you are deliberately delaying time." ”

The little half-immortal said: "Aren't you going to catch up with me yourself?"

Wu Hao asked, "How did you know that place?"

The little half-immortal shrugged, "I'm all here, and I know where it is." ”

Wu Hao said coldly: "Since this is the case, let's see who is capable." ”

The little half-immortal smiled and said, "Then let's compare it." ”

The figures of Wu Hao and Xiao Banxian rushed out almost at the same time, leaving Jiang Xiyan alone, Jiang Xiyan frowned and said, "All of them are acute." ”

When reality overshadows dreams, and the mind loses its room to move, and it is powerless to return to its original state in order to compare it with the new, the realization we have accomplished, our memories of the first moments of the unexpected, the words we hear, all together block our consciousness and make us use our memory more than our imagination.

He followed the voice eagerly, and saw a vague figure under the tree, his clothes so dark that it was difficult to tell in the gloom of the hazy sky and the thick shade of the trees, which was so knee-fast that even at noon, that he could not tell whether it was a woman or a shadow. Perhaps, in the course of his life, there is often such a ghost that slips out of his mind and haunts him.

The darkness of the night was as miserable as the time of the funeral. The whole of nature seems to be dressed in mourning clothes...... The moon and the stars were obscured by clouds and rain, as if they had completely disappeared.

Torrential rain fell across the eastern horizon. A thick, black cloud, with an unusually distinct outline, gradually rose, obscuring the stars one by one. The clouds looked eerie and terrifying, and soon took over half of the sky, as if to cover all of it. Its impetus should be hidden inside itself, because there is not a little wind blowing on it outside. The air layer of the sky remained absolutely calm.

When reality overshadows dreams, and the mind loses its room to move, and it is powerless to return to its original state in order to compare it with the new, the realization we have accomplished, our memories of the first moments of the unexpected, the words we hear, all together block our consciousness and make us use our memory more than our imagination.

It's so far away from us, and yet I feel like it's so close to us, as if it's right next to us, sharing the joy of the holiday with us. Looking around, there are tall and low trees all around, and the color of the trees is all shady. From a distance, it looks like hills, dark and hazy. Up close, the moon poured its silvery light on the leaves, as if casting a white veil over them......

Time passed slowly, perhaps losing patience, and the people under the trees covered their heads with their hands, hesitated for a moment, and then scattered. From afar, although it was not clear to see, it seemed to be able to smell their resentment of dissatisfaction, strong and pungent. Accompanied by the gray haze on their faces, they fit seamlessly with their surroundings.

I found that the night in this desert was more charming than in many places, and everywhere was different from the daytime, and it was like an ethereal woman wearing a veil and not revealing her true face, and the more she could not see clearly, the more she wanted to catch up.

Probably because the sun felt a little cold, he pulled a milky white scarf and put it on his body. But the scarf was too long and too long, and it covered the earth. Ah, what a white scarf, I can't see the round and red face of the sun, and the houses and trees in the distance only appear faint and quiet shadows, just like the lines of the corridor gently outlined by the painter with a brush. Everything is clumped between the white veils.

It's cloudy today. Then I found that the ground was covered with a layer of yellow sand, and after passing through the yard twice, even my clothes were sprinkled with a layer of fine yellow powder. This is the worst weather in the north, calling for yellow sand. On such days, the heavens will fall, and the sun will not be seen all day long, and the sun will be buried in the yellow sand, showing a vague purple shadow, bleak and frightening. Today, the yellow sand is even heavier, and even the purple shadow is gone.

They would hide in hidden valleys or dense trees, anywhere I couldn't see. They blend harmoniously into the khaki and red tones. They wore bells, but I swore to keep their necks completely still when they smelled me in the wind.

The clouds in the sky were thickening and thickening, and all the yellow sun that lay on the mountainside was over, and the heavy rain was coming, and there was a muffled thunder or two in the distance, and a swarm of white ants circled and circled around the top of the plantain tree, and the air was so heavy that it seemed to press down on the forehead.

As the distance progressed, a sparse village spread out, the moonlight dimmed, the lights were few, and the air seemed to be covered with an invisible layer of ash, buried under the eaves of every corner of the wall.

Listening to those low music, I was afraid of losing myself, so I tried my best to blend in with the crowd. But he still couldn't find a safe place to wander on his own. The rainy weather continued, with occasional thunder and a gray hue in the sky. Holding an umbrella and running in the rain, it was no longer the hair and clothes that were wet, but also the restless and lost heart.

Now, it was as if the heavens and the earth were shrouded in a huge fog tent, and the wet streets were filled with people hurrying to and fro from time to time. At first, only footsteps could be heard, and then a vague figure appeared about a dozen meters away, and gradually approached to see the image clearly. When people walked past me, I saw their backs disappearing, and the morning mist gradually enveloped them. As I stood on the side of the road admiring this unique view, I felt as if I had a large, invisible damp hand caressing me, my face and head were wet, and my nose was breathless, which made me feel depressed.

Jin Lei stood silently outside the courtyard gate, it had rained before, his feet were covered with mud, and the tips of his claws were tightly clasped on the mud, silent, and he had no intention of entering the door. Qu Ru felt strange, raised a wing and fanned the wind slightly, the thatch on the hat swayed, and after a long time, the brim of the hat slowly lifted, revealing a half-black and half-white yin and yang face.

He was dressed in tatters, his clothes were so dirty that he could barely see the original color, and his face was half covered by a messy beard, the most noticeable thing was the scar on his face, the dark purple scar twisted the muscles of his face, it looked very hideous, the scar from the bridge of his nose all the way into the beard, you can imagine the severity of the injury at the beginning.

On the last day of March, the sky was dark and the sun was dazzling, I was a girl who always looked up to the sky, I always felt that I could see the spirits of the dead hiding behind the white clouds, and every soul had its own secrets.

Surrounded by the glittering arms of the dam, lies a small island, surrounded by dense layers of willows, birches and alders. It is shy and timid, hidden but profound, covering what it wants to hide with a veil, waiting for the right moment to reveal it to the guest who has been called.

According to eyewitness accounts, after receiving the order to burn, a heavy layer of smoke was seen rising from the woods in an instant. Soon, wisps of smoke gathered into a large black cloud, and thousands of flames erupted outward, and the eyes were blue and black, covering the sky and the sun.

Looking at the crowd on the street, everyone covered themselves tightly, like a strange cloth package. Outside the window, the sky was gray, and the gray haze enveloped all objects.

The forest in the Phoenix Village is lush, and at night, this place is a black hole. Perhaps, only a little starlight can be seen on the main road, so the road is gray, like a beach at night. As for the rest of the place, it seems to be shrouded in layers of black fog. These black fogs can be woods, bamboo forests, or wild grasses that are uninhabited, but there is no difference at night.

There was a heavy silence in the forest. The weeds and shrubs in this area were so dense that I had a hard time making my way while using my camping knife to split the way. After climbing for about 30 minutes, I was so tired that I couldn't breathe. Overhead are low and overlapping foliage, dark and cold, there is not a hint of wind, only silence reigns supreme.

The morning was still sunny, but in the evening, the sky suddenly changed, the sky was thunderous, the lightning was bright, and the thick clouds obscured the sun to the brink. The sky was dark and cloudy, and it was a sign that a heavy rain would soon come.

Because, nature entered her annual deep sleep, as if she had kicked off her whole body in her sleep. The groves, the valleys, the craters, and all sorts of hidden places, which had been mysterious and inscrutable places for him to explore in the lush summer, now laid bare themselves and the secrets they contained, as if begging him to ignore their dilapidated barrenness for a moment, until the following year they once again put on their fancy masks, sang and danced, and tricked him and deceived him in the same old ways.

His face, when I asked him, seemed to be particularly depressed. From the lowest part of the place, a little darkness emanated, and slowly covered the whole face, like a shadow of mist. His eyes, which were already low and difficult to see, went deeper at this time, as if they were about to hide them completely.

In a corner of the bare slate floor, there was a woman, not so much sitting, but squatting. With your chin resting on your knees, your arms crossed and clasped tightly in front of your chest. She curled up in a ball, a sack-like brown coarse cloth gown enveloping her in broad folds, and her long gray hair was draped down from the front, covering her face, and dragging down her legs to her feet. At first glance, she resembles a strange object reflected at the gloomy bottom of the hut, a triangular body that is either black or black, reflected by the daylight that penetrates through the window, and she has two contrasting hues, half bright and half dark, like the half-dark and half-light ghost that one sees in dreams or in Goya's extraordinary works, pale, dull, gloomy, crouched on the grave or leaning against the iron bars of the cell.

In front of me was a soldier of the 17th Regiment in a black raincoat, with two short lips that could not cover his teeth, yellow teeth and purple gums exposed. His gray eyes were clouded.

The valley shrouded in the shadow of life is littered with bones and skeletons. On a terrible night when the fog obscured the stars and the silence was terrible, I walked alone in the valley.

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