Chapter 36: Entering the City

The night was slightly cool, and three of the four people fell asleep, and they had been suffering in the middle of the night, but tonight Bai Yunhuan took the initiative to ask for a change with suffering, although suffering felt a little strange, after all, it was not a big deal, so he agreed.

Bai Yunhuan had already untied the chariot and led the two good horses to the neem tree and tied them up, and the chariot was not far from the fire, listening to the charcoal in the fire bursting from time to time, and listening to the heavy breathing of the horses. Although the weather is warm, after all, the season has not yet arrived, and there are no insects in the mountains. Occasionally, one or two small mountain beasts can be seen, mostly civet cats or a few silly roe deer, their eyes glowing in the dark night.

The moon is light, and the dew is getting thicker.

Bai Yunhuan got up and took out four pieces of paper with four names written in the carriage during the day from his arms.

Then he began to fold the four pieces of paper by the fire and folded them into paper boats, and after carefully folding the paper boats, Bai Yunhuan slowly walked to the side of the stream and gently put the four small paper boats into the stream.

The stream was murmuring, and the four small paper boats flowed along the water, not knowing where to go, just as Bai Yunhuan didn't know where to put his thoughts.

Bai Yunhuan's voice was a little hoarse, he looked at the paper boat going down the river, and said to the empty night:

"Sister Xiaoman, if you are still here, it will be fine. ”

No one knew what Bai Yunhuan was thinking, and no one saw what Bai Yunhuan was doing, so when he finished this, he turned around and returned to the low neem tree, slowly removed the pitch-black scabbard behind his waist, and then sat on the ground, holding the pitch-black scabbard that was only more than two feet long, stunned.

It's a long road, it's a long night.

At dawn the next day, a carriage sailed south from the mountain stream.

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The towering city walls, the rows of tiled eaves, and the quaint Moshi Avenue all tell the story of the city of Fusang, which seems to be a quiet and quiet place.

At the south gate of Fusang City, a team of chariots and horses is slowly leaving the city. The procession is not a horse-drawn carriage, but a wooden cart used to load goods, the guardrails on both sides of the wooden cart frame are more than a foot high, and the bottom of the frame is longitudinal and thick on the left and right, so it can be clearly seen that the goods in the wooden cart are not light.

The handlebars that were slightly rounded in front of the cart were tied to the wooden frame, and the wooden frame and the handle were tied with straw ropes, and the wooden cart was pulled by the horses and slowly moved forward.

There were more than ten wooden carts, but only three or four people followed the more than ten carts and horses.

On the dilapidated wooden cart, I don't know what is being transported. It can only be seen that they are all five or seven feet long, all wrapped in white cloth, and then tied with straw ropes, and each wooden cart is wrapped in eight or nine white cloths, and some of them have scarlet or pitch-black blood oozing out of them.

The three or four people beside the line walked forward as stiff as walking corpses, their eyes glazed and their expressions numb;

The people in the city of Fusang called these people who carried the goods "corpse movers."

At the four gates on the bright side of Fusang City, at dawn every day, there will be corpse movers, and the duty of the corpse movers is to be responsible for transporting hundreds of nameless corpses in Fusang City every night, some of the corpses have no limbs, some of the corpses have no heads, and there are few complete corpses.

The corpse movers carried the hundreds of corpses and slowly walked out of the city gate.

In the pale yellow light of the morning sun, Fusang City still looks so peaceful and peaceful.

......

The sun rises in the east, and the last shadow of Fusang City is covered by sunlight, and Fusang City opens its gates at the end of the day, but it does not have the vigor and vitality that the city should have.

At that hour, on the horizon of the north gate of Fusang City, a horse body figure appeared. A white-haired young man with a scabbard at his waist, sitting in a carriage, holding the reins in one hand, leaning against the wooden door of the carriage, drinking his horses lightly, walked to the city gate, and the young man leaned on the wooden door of the carriage, without joy or sorrow.

When the head of the city guard saw the young man driving the carriage coming, he walked to the door of the carriage, and before he could speak, the boy had already thrown a bag of silver coins at him, and he did not say a word at the moment, waved his hand to drive away his subordinates, and made way for him.

When the boy was far away, he turned to look at the carriage and said to himself:

"It's a self-righteous little boy again, this Fusang City that eats people and doesn't spit out bones, it's easy to get in, but you can get out...... It's not that easy. ”

Bai Yunhuan, who was already getting farther and farther away from the north gate of Fusang City, naturally couldn't hear this sentence.

But I already realized this sentence for myself.

In the carriage, Chu Buwei frowned tightly, and his face was solemn.

Because since the beginning of entering the city, the two of them have felt no less than ten breaths staring at them, like tigers in the forest, staring at the lost lamb.

Chu Buwei also found that his usual transcendent perception was like falling into a quagmire in this city.

As the carriage moved forward very suddenly, the carriage stopped, Chu Buwei knew that trouble had come, it was impossible for these two psychic horses to stop so abruptly and rudely, there was only one possibility to stop like this.

Someone is blocking the way.

Directly in front of the carriage, there were five people, led by a middle-aged man with a smiling turban, behind him were four shirtless burly men, and the reins of the two purple-maned horses had been tightly held in the hands of the other two men.

The middle-aged man in the turban smiled kindly, he rubbed his hands and looked at the white-haired young man leaning against the wooden door of the carriage, and said with some embarrassment:

"This son, forgive the contemptible presumptuousness, can you disturb the son for a moment?"

Bai Yunhuan looked at him expressionlessly and didn't speak.

The middle-aged man still said with a smile on his face: "The contemptible surname is Chen, and he really has something important to ask for, otherwise he won't block the way of the son." ”

Bai Yunhuan raised his eyebrows, thinking that Qin Chuchu really didn't lie to him, and just then he entered the city, but between the pitches, someone with someone blocked their way openly, and when he came up, he led his horse, and he actually took the liberty of disturbing him;

However, he stretched out his hand and didn't hit the smiling man, Bai Yunhuan just looked at the man who claimed to be surnamed Chen with a smile, and said:

"What's the matter?"

The middle-aged man pointed to the two purple-maned horses in front of him, and said with a hearty smile:

"Contemptible people have been good horses since childhood, these two horses of Childe, but they are genuine first-class purple-maned horses, only to see Childe drive horses into the city, the demeanor of the two good horses is really contemptible people's hearts, so I made up my mind to boldly block the road of Childe, just hope that Childe can sell these two purple manes to contemptible people. ”

Bai Yun was happy, thinking that you came to buy a horse, with four shirtless men behind him, and two of them were already holding on to their horses, where do you want to buy it.

With a shallow smile on his face, Bai Yunhuan asked:

"I dare to ask your Excellency, what would happen if I didn't sell this horse?"

The air was somewhat quiet, and the empty city gates were unattended.

The middle-aged man surnamed Chen, who was standing in the middle of the road, was not in a hurry when he heard Bai Yunhuan's words, he still opened his mouth with a smile, but his voice was a little cold:

"If you don't sell it, you die. ”