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For monks, the body dies, but the soul can still live.

The monkey lady in front of her was not the one she was back then, and the evil aura on her body was covered up at the beginning, so that Tu Yuan didn't pay attention,

"Nope. Tu Yuan said.

"If the guest officer doesn't want to stay, it's better to leave as soon as possible. Lady Monkey said.

"It seems that something interesting must be happening in the city at night. Tu Yuan said.

The monkey lady looked at Tu Yuan and was silent without speaking.

Tu Yuan said, "I'll stay here tonight. ”

After the old lady monkey said, 'Follow me', she went upstairs first and wanted to take Tu Yuan to the room, but Tu Yuan said, "Can't you live downstairs?"

"Of course it's okay downstairs, but the guest officer downstairs may be uncomfortable. Lady Monkey said.

"Nothing uncomfortable, I'll just live downstairs. Tu Yuan said.

The Monkey Lady stepped down the stairs and came to the east side, where there was a door, and the Monkey Lady took out a long string of keys from her sleeve and opened the copper lock on it.

The room was simple, with a bed, a table, and a small wardrobe in the corner.

The quilt on the bed was neatly folded, but the black and brown quilt cover was embroidered with a bright red pattern, which looked terrifying in this dark room.

Mrs. Monkey took out a fire fold, lit an oil lamp at the bedside, and said, "It will be dark soon, and if you are fine, please do not leave the room." ”

"Of course. Tu Yuan responded.

The door was closed, but it was only closed. Tu Yuan stood in a place where there should have been a window, looking at the mural on the wall.

The mural is a window, the outside of the window is dark red, like a blood cloud, in which a bloody hand is on the window, half of the head pokes out of the window, only the eyes are exposed, but the blue eyes make people look extremely terrifying.

Tu Yuan didn't know when there was a wine jug in his hand, unplugged the kettle, and raised his head to take a big sip.

This wine jug was obtained in a kingdom of gods, called Tongquan, in fact, it is a magic weapon, which can store mountains and seas, but Tu Yuan is used to hold wine and drink.

Over the years, he has always been alone, facing the destruction of one god after another, watching the once mysterious gods fall, and those alien creatures wailing, which inevitably affects his mood, so he began to like drinking.

This wine is called Dongxue, a very special name, drinking it in the mouth is like drinking cold ice, after being in the stomach, the cold air in the stomach dissipates into the whole body, but soon the whole person will have a feeling of numbness, and then the drunkenness that rushes into his mind makes Tu Yuan like it very much.

He stood in front of the mural and took a sip of sprinkling, looking at the mural, as if he could see the strange sky outside the 'window' through the mural.

The sky has quickly dimmed, since the establishment of this city between flowers, the sky seems to always be darker than other places, and the color of the sky in this has never been normal, either rainy or gray, or blood red.

Tu Yuan stood in the gloomy room, he couldn't see outside, but he knew that it was dark outside.

Silence began.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of someone outside entering the inn.

"The guest officer is going to stay in the hotel?" said the old lady's voice.

"Well, yes. ”

"Follow me. ”

Then there is the sound of the cat lady walking downstairs with people, the sound of knocking, after stopping, there are only two voices, and there is no cat lady among the two walking sounds, which Tu Yuan didn't see but can be sure.

He still stood inside, still silent, and stood until midnight, when at last other voices began to appear in his ears.

It was as if he heard a low roar in his ears, and that wandering and sighing.

Even with Tu Yuan's current ability, he couldn't really hear it, it was like being separated by a void, he looked at the window on the mural, and the sound seemed to come from outside the window in the mural.

He had heard this when he had lived here as a friar, and he was too frightened to open the door to see it, thinking it was outside, but this time he knew that the sound was not coming from the door, but from behind the fresco.

He stared at the hand and the exposed eyes on the mural, originally it was just a painting, although it looked very realistic, as if it was real, but it was a painting after all, and now, the painting was changing in Tu Yuan's eyes, because it was handy.

The blue-black paw that was clinging to the windowsill moved, and the eyes that were peeping into the room moved when they were exposed.

A man who looked like he had been skinned climbed up from under the windowsill, and it looked at Tu Yuan.

It already has wisdom, but it is not enough after all, it wants to judge whether Tu Yuan is a threat to itself, but Tu Yuan looks like an ordinary person all over his body, and he does not have the slightest threat to it, but it is such a person who stands there without fear or fear.

If it is a human being, then it will definitely know that this is an existence that is much more intelligent than itself.

However, it was probably the instinctive sense of danger that made it shrink back.

Painting is still painting, but Tu Yuan took a step towards the painting, and his body was like a shadow burrowing into the mural.

What caught my eye was a gray patch, and there were pools of blood on the gray ground, mottled with blood, and some of them were dry.

This is a deserted village, with dilapidated houses, not the slightest bit of life, some are just evil.

It seems that there was a fire here, and when I looked in all directions, there was a fog in the distance, and I couldn't see it clearly.

Tu Yuan did not go towards the village, but walked towards the fog in the distance, he was far away from the deserted village, walked for a while, and looked back to see that the deserted village was gone, and in the fog in front of him, a deserted village became clearer and clearer.

He stood there and muttered for a moment, changed directions, and then walked again, and the deserted village behind him was gone, but the deserted village appeared in front of him.

This time he didn't stop, but strode in.

A shadow in the deserted village in the mist quickly ran into the depths, Tu Yuan didn't chase it, he walked in step by step.

The silent deserted village is shrouded in fog, and the more you go to the village, the heavier the sense of depression becomes.

The surrounding fog surrounded them, and they seemed to be alive. Tu Yuan stopped, and those fogs suddenly stopped moving.

Ignore it and move forward.

I saw a piece of clothing floating in the void, it seemed to be worn by an invisible person, swaying back and forth.

Tu Yuan walked over to the clothes, and the tattered white robe seemed to be frightened, and turned around and went into a house.

He did not chase after him, but continued towards the village.

Suddenly, he heard a gasp in his ears, right behind him, as if he was walking straight with difficulty.

When he turned around, he saw that the fog had turned into the shape of a person, but when he looked back, the fog man was blown away by a gust of wind that came from nowhere.

Tu Yuan stretched out his hand, feeling the slightly cool mist.

It's a weird place.