The night was deep, starless and moonless, only a heavy mist and the mournful cry of a desolate crow.

The wilderness road outside Liyang City is an ancient wood wolf forest, boundless barren grass, desolate and gloomy. There was not a glimmer of light around, except for the sound of faint crows, a low howling cold wind.

The long trees are related, the cold wind blows, and the branches move secretly, as if it is a heavy night walk of a hundred ghosts, and the end is terrifying.

In such a silent night, I am afraid that the people of the world will also rest early and fall asleep.

Suddenly, on the incisive path, there was a very panicked and chaotic footsteps, which abruptly broke the gloomy and quiet atmosphere.

The two figures, in this moonless darkness, rushed towards the ancient trees and barren grass at great speed.

As fast as a cold wind, he plunged headlong into the barren grass in an instant.

The wheezing sound followed, low and violent.

It seemed that an older man said in shock: "You are good, why are you provoking those guys who are not ghosts and ghosts...... Lao Dao, I thought that following you, with your gold-lettered signboard of the Sect of Sorrow, I could also be at ease, which is good, if I hadn't run faster, I would have seen Lord Yama earlier. ”

The voice was panting and sighing, and there was even a sense of complaint.

The other voice should be a young man, who seemed to be in the same situation as the old man, and he was also out of breath and said, "You think I can't do it, you go up." You let me only make one sword, and I make two swords, what else do you want?"

After gasping for a while, the young man's voice came again: "If I know that you let me run away like this, and I won't listen to you to death, then what kind of ghost laughing, isn't it just a more terrifying doppelganger method, and I will really fight with him, what?"

When the old man heard this, he suddenly stopped and said: "I'm much older than you, and I'm finally an elder, and I'll teach you a few words, and you're still not convinced?

The voice seemed to be even more dissatisfied.

The young man didn't mean to stop at all, he still ran towards the front at a high speed, and didn't even seem to turn his head back: "Did I say that I am now a child of sorrow? You think so, why do I have to go to the trouble to explain to you, besides, you bull's nose full of pits and abductions, what kind of elder is it, if you feel bad luck with me, we will break up and leave!"

As he spoke, the figure was a little faster.

But after a breath, the old man's figure jumped to his feet and shouted: "You unconscionable fellow, I saved you just now, not only slandering me like this, but also throwing the old way in this wilderness, in case there is a poisonous snake and beast, the old way is not enough for them to stuff their teeth......"

It's just that he is chattering like this, and the figure in front of him still has no intention of stopping.

The old man was immediately angry, sprinkled the yellow paper in his arms, and shouted, "You bastard...... Wait for me!"

Quick as a wink. He caught up with the figure in front of him. It's so fast, it's staggering.

The young figure seemed to smile, and his voice became much more relaxed, and he said as he galloped: "This is your death begging to follow me, if you meet those ruthless people again in a while, don't blame me...... But your ability to escape is good, it's much better than the head-hugging rat!"

The old man seemed to squint at him, and said dissatisfied: "What is the ability to escape, do you understand, Dao Ye has been counting on this advanced method for the rest of his life, you want to know, Dao Ye will tell you, this advanced method is called ......"

It seems that he is playing tricks, so he stopped and didn't say anything.

But the young man didn't even seem to respond, so the old man said to himself, "...... Five Ghost Carrying Technique ......"

Then, as if showing off, he smiled and said, "Hey...... How's that, isn't this name mighty and domineering!"

The young man was noncommittal and said, "Five ghost carrying techniques, which five ghosts?"

The old man seemed to pause there, and said for a while: "Isn't it a big ghost, a small ghost, an impermanent ghost, a hanged ghost......

In fact, he didn't know, he was just talking nonsense.

Then, as if worried that the young man would be suspicious, he hurriedly said, "What, boy, do you want to learn?"

The young man seemed to nod his head, just about to speak.

Seeing this, the old man seemed to be a little excited, dancing in the black barren grass, and his voice was much higher: "If you want to learn, I can't pass it on to you...... It's just that, you have to prepare ten thousand ingots of gold, and it must be red gold, and there can be no impurities at all, kneel in front of me, this is not enough, you must first complete my method of measuring ghosts and gods, and then I will reluctantly consider whether I can pass on your five ghost handling techniques......"

He shook his head suddenly, as if sighing with emotion: "I think I have learned in half my life, and finally someone has inherited the mantle...... You were originally a disciple of Liwu, and you will not disgrace my reputation......" That voice actually had an indescribable meaning of vicissitudes.

The young man patiently listened to his words, and after watching his vicissitudes of life, he glared and said, "Come on, you better keep it for yourself, I can't bear it...... blessed."

As he spoke, his figure was a little faster.

The old man seemed to be a little unable to get off the stage, and shouted, "Hey, I said...... I'm not talking nonsense...... Back then, I also asked the gods to be frightened, and the ghosts to cry ......"

He was still immersed in beautiful fantasies, and the figure of the young man had once again distanced himself a lot from him, and he muttered: "The old way is purely by flickering now, and it is not thanks to your father's ...... back then."

As he spoke, he made a fist-raising gesture in the night. Then he followed again.

Along the way, the young man seemed to want to try how fast the old man's so-called Five Ghost Carrying Technique could be, and he always sped up his body from time to time.

However, each time the distance between him and the old man was about two feet, and in the blink of an eye, the old man's figure would catch up, equal to his speed.

It seems that the Five Ghost Handling Technique is really a bit magical.

The two figures just teased each other and galloped forward in the night.

Everywhere I passed, there was a lot of noise, but the two figures flashed like a ray, and the noise seemed to be taken away in an instant.

The two of them ran endlessly like this, and they didn't know how far they had run, and finally the old man seemed to be unable to run, and lay on the ground, no longer taking a single step.

The young man was helpless, and he also stopped.

It was pitch black, and nothing could be seen, and the darkness was like a hole, completely swallowing up all the light.

The bleak wind was gusting, and it seemed like a ghost crying in a trance.

"What the hell is this place? There is not even a light ......," the old man seemed to curse, and took out a fire fold from his bosom.

"Bang-" a soft sound, the dim fire slowly lit up in the darkness, the dim fire light was only three inches ahead, suddenly a cold wind blew, the fire was extinguished instantly, and the surroundings suddenly fell into darkness again.

Woo-woo-woo-" The cold wind cried, and an eerie and terrifying cold aura permeated the heavens and the earth.

The old man's voice trembled a little and said, "It's not good, the yin qi here is so heavy, it's definitely not a place to stay for a long time, let's leave quickly!"

The young man seemed unwilling to say anything more to the old man, and wiped the fire fold from his hand.

The dim light of the fire was lit up again. The halo was hazy, reflecting on the faces of the two.

These two people are Lin Yizhi and the old Nangong Yijin.

Lin Yizhi held the fire fold in his left hand and gently covered it with his right hand, for fear that the cold wind would blow it out again.

In the dim firelight, I only saw the fog in front of me, confused, and dark, and the weeds not far away were overgrown, desolate and bleak.

A road that seemed to have not been traveled for many years was winding in front of it, but it was only five feet away, and the scenery and the road in front of it were completely lost in the vast fog and rolling darkness, and there was no trace of it again.

Quiet.

It was the only thing the two of them could feel, and it seemed more dead and silent here than it was all over the road, even the occasional dull cry of a crow.

There seemed to be a hint of strangeness in the silence. It seems that this place has been abandoned for a long time, and it is a place that has been forgotten for many years.

Oblivion has taken away all the life here, leaving behind only a dead air like a netherworld.

Indeed, the darkness is not terrible, but in the darkness here, it seems that there are countless eyes watching them.

That look was eerie and lifeless, without the slightest life. It seems that in the darkness, the souls of the underworld are sighing silently.

Yin Qi was pervasive, and Sen Luo smiled.

Nangong Yijin's legs began to tremble uncontrollably, and he said in a low voice: "What the hell is this place...... Yin Qi is so heavy......"

Lin Yizhi smiled and said: "Of course this is a place where ghosts live, and of course there is yin qi in ghost places......"

Frightened, Nangong Yijin shrank his neck, and his mouth chattered with words.

Lin Yizhi listened carefully, and only heard some fairy ghosts, and couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

Lin Yizhi is not very afraid, although there is a ghostly aura here, but if it is compared to the evil yin corpse of Hongjiapo back then, it is much better.

Lin Yizhi didn't care about him, and walked forward with a fire fold.

That Nangong Yijin wanted to stop him loudly, but as soon as the words came out, he covered his mouth tightly.

Shaking his head, he followed again.

Neither of them spoke, so they walked silently forward in the dim firelight, but the more they walked, the yin qi in the darkness seemed to become heavier and heavier.

After walking for a short time, by the light of the fire fold, the two suddenly found that in the thick fog, there seemed to be a tall archway.

The torii stood there abruptly, empty all around, and the darkness was still there.

In a trance, Lin Yizhi actually gave birth to an illusion, as if passing through this archway, in front of him is the place where the Yellow Spring returns, and he will be reincarnated forever.

His eyes were a little confused staring at the archway in front of him that seemed to appear out of thin air, and a strange thought surged in his heart.

Why is this place so familiar, as if it had been there many years ago.

Why, I can't think of anything.

However, thinking like this, he still walked slowly towards the torii.

Nangong Yijin may have been afraid and didn't notice the expression on Lin Yizhi's face, and when he saw him walking forward, he had to grit his teeth and follow behind.

Lin Yizhi walked slowly, and the further he went, the more he felt that the familiar aura on the archway made his heart begin to throb.

Thoughts are like a tide, and the past is like smoke. Scene by scene crossed Lin Yizhi's mind, and then died vigorously.

The memories are frozen, and in the cold wind, Lin Yizhi's black clothes are fluttering, and his face is full of broken sadness.

He finally remembered what the hell this was. This place is an eternal pain in his heart, and every time he thinks about it for eight years, his liver and intestines are broken.

He had thought more than once that this place, he would not come again.

Eternal life will not.

However, at this moment, he was standing under the archway, his eyes were gloomy, and his heart was sad and annihilated.

Nangong Yijin also walked under the archway and muttered: "I think it's still ......."

Lin Yizhi suddenly sighed: "Don't you want to know what kind of place this is?"

Nangong Yijin was surprised and said, "Do you know this kind of ghost place?"

Lin Yizhi nodded lightly: "Not only do you know, but you will never forget ......"

"Here it is...... Fengling Village!" Lin Yizhi's voice was faint, with a little desolation and heaviness.

After speaking, he opened his hand and gently shone the fire fold towards the center of the archway.

The fire is dim, and the dots are reflected in the middle of the archway.

In the middle of the archway, an extremely dilapidated plaque suddenly flashed.

The plaque is jet black and seems to have been burned.

On the plaque, perhaps because of the age, the wind and rain have left deep scars like scars, which are shocking.

However, this deep scar did not obliterate the three words on it in the slightest.

The color of the word had completely faded, and in the dim light of the fire, there was a faint blur.

Vaguely recognizable, those are three big characters, exactly: Fengling Village.

Fengling Village!

Lin Yi's heart ached. Eight years ago, he fled from here, and eight years later he stood here in a hurry.

After turning a big circle, like reincarnation, he came back again.

However, he returned, and the home ...... Where is it?

When Nangong Yijin saw these three words, his face also changed, and he said in a low voice: "Fengling Village...... Fengling Village!"

Suddenly, he remembered something, grabbed Lin Yizhi's arm and shook it vigorously: "Hurry up, hurry up, I heard from the people of Liyang City that this village was cursed, and all the people in this village died overnight eight years ago, and all the heads disappeared, so I couldn't find it." ”

Lin Yizhi slowly closed his eyes. The surrounding wind is miserable, and it is really like there are countless headless souls slowly crying and telling.

"You ...... Are you welcoming me home?" Lin Yizhi in the cold wind muttered.

Then without looking back, he walked over the torii and walked into the darkness. In the darkness, it should be the long-abandoned Fengling Village, and only a faint voice remained: "You are wrong, not all the people in Fengling Village are dead, at least I am still alive......"

Nangong Yijin was a little confused, thinking that he was talking crazy things, but he had no choice but to follow him in and take a look.

Two figures, one after the other, stepped into the small village of Fengling.

After eight years, Fengling Village, which had been fixed in the dust on that morning eight years ago, was once again displayed in front of their eyes.

Houses collapsed, ruins and broken walls.

Barren grass more than one person tall had already grown in the ruins, gloomy and gloomy, even more dilapidated and cold.

The night wind is howling, and the wild grass is undulating, like a ghost drifting, cold and chilling.

Silence and darkness completely enveloped this place, and the Wind Tomb has long been like a dry tomb, burying all the life, leaving only pure dead silence and darkness.

Here, it seems, there is no longer daylight.

Lin Yizhi and Nangong Yijin stood tall. Lin Yizhi didn't speak, the strange thing was that Nangong Yijin didn't say a word, it was rare to be quiet, and there was a little remembrance on the old face.

"The cold wind blows to ask each other, but it is ...... to leave people to their hometowns"

For some reason, Nangong Yijin said this sentence slowly, and then looked at Lin Yizhi with deep meaning.

Lin Yizhi didn't hear it, but walked slowly in the desolate ruins one after another.

It's just that everywhere he goes, he stops, points to the ruins that have long been unrecognizable, and seems to be talking to Nangong Yijin, and it seems that he is just talking to himself.

"This is the home ...... of Wang's second sister-in-law"

"This is Uncle Li's home ......"

"This is Han Hutou's home ......"

"It's ...... Xiaoru's home ......"

In Nangong Yijin's view, these ruins have long been unrecognizable, except that the wild grass in some ruins is thicker, there is no other difference.

And although Lin Yizhi's voice was in a trance, every time he approached a ruin, he could always say which one the ruins belonged to without thinking.

It's just that the voice is low and pathetic.

Suddenly, Lin Yizhi's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he couldn't take his eyes off the dense fog in the distance, his eyes full of disbelief.

His breathing suddenly became rapid and low, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Nangong Yijin was a little puzzled, and looked ahead with Lin Yizhi's eyes.

In the depths of the thick fog, a house can be faintly seen. It's just that the house is much larger and more magnificent than the ordinary villagers' houses.

It's just that what makes Nangong Yijin quite puzzled is that along the way, this place has been abandoned for a long time, and there are ruins everywhere, how can there be an intact mansion here?

He rubbed his eyes, making sure he wasn't mistaken.

It was indeed a mansion.

"Hey...... I said......" Nangong Yijin wanted to say his question to Lin Yizhi, but saw Lin Yizhi suddenly run towards the mansion like crazy.

Nangong Yijin didn't understand, but Lin Yizhi knew it before, and it was never clear.

In a short distance, Lin Yizhi seems to feel that it has never been longer, as if it has been eight years.

Tears fell violently in his desperate madness.

Time turned back in his stumbling footsteps.

............

"Mother...... Why is Daddy so serious all day, I don't see him smiling......"

A childish figure who was still wearing open crotch pants pulled a good-looking peasant woman like a coquettish woman and said this, her eyes full of dependence and attachment.

The peasant woman squatted down, gently pinched the childish little face, and smiled softly: "Xiaoyi grow up quickly...... When you grow up and become a man, your father will laugh......"

The childish man nodded vigorously, and there was a trace of firmness in his childish eyes that was extremely incommensurate with his age: "Well, Xiaoyi eats more every day, grows up quickly, and when he grows up, protect his father and mother......"

The peasant woman's smile was relieved and serene in the sun.

............

The past is like yesterday, and the big dream is in a trance......

Who said that this world is a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water. If this is the case, why is it still left with the pain of the world's broken bones and ashes......

In tears, Lin Yizhi's crazy footsteps slowly stopped in front of the house.

The black-lacquered gate has long been mottled and faded. The plaque on the gate is also crooked, and the words on it are not clear.

The gate was covered with a thick layer of dust, and it could be seen that although the house was intact, it was still like the ruins, and it had been abandoned for a long time.

Nangong Yijin chased after him breathlessly, and when he saw Lin Yizhi stopped in front of the gate and did not move, he also stopped slowly.

It's just that he didn't speak a little abnormally, and his face was solemn.

"Plop-" without warning......

Lin Yizhi knelt down straight in the bleak morning mist. Kneel beside the gate.

Then weep out loud!

Nangong Yijin sighed, seemed to understand the relationship between him and Lin Yizhi here, suddenly turned around, and sighed with his hands: "Tragedy in the world...... Tragedy in the world......"

Lin Yizhi's weeping, in this bleak night, echoed for a long time, making this night even more sad.

Finally, he bit his lip and held back his cry.

Slowly raising his hand, trembling, he seemed to want to push open the dusty door.

However, as soon as his finger touched the gate, he retracted in an instant.

He went back and forth several times until he was covered in sweat, as if he had used all his strength.

But the gate was so close that he didn't dare touch it.

It's not that I don't dare, but I don't have the courage.

He was afraid that once he opened the gate, the barren grass in his eyes would be desolate and lifeless.

How he will face it.

It's just that people always have to be cruel to themselves. For example, in the face of this matter.

Finally, Lin Yizhi didn't know how many times he tried, so he pushed the door open.

"Squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak-" A muffled sound that had been sealed for eight years of vicissitudes shattered the dead silence of Fengling Village for eight years, and it also seemed to pull the mottled light and shadow back to that old time.

Dust ripples and covers the sky.

The door has not been opened again for eight years, and as it slowly opens, the first thing that comes to you is the dust that has been settled in the past eight years.

Nangong Yijin immediately choked and coughed, covered his mouth and nose with his hands, and waved his wide robe back and forth, driving away the dust in his eyes.

It's just that Lin Yizhi didn't hear it, and slowly passed through the dust. Walk forward.

The yard is still the same yard. Although some weeds have grown more or less, they are much lower and sparser than the weeds outside.

To the east, there are stone tables and stone benches, and to the west is still the simple kennel.

In addition to this, there was emptiness and dust all over the ground.

Vaguely, it seems that nothing has changed.

That courtyard is always that courtyard, but what about those people, those who were once kind and alive.

Lin Yizhi stood in the courtyard, the firelight flickering, reflecting his thin face.

The wind is like a weeping, and it is like the singing of a lonely man.

It was the young man in black who was like the wind, standing in the middle of the dark night, holding the wound in his heart.

His expression gradually calmed down, his voice was low, soft, gentle, and seemed to have a little warm smile, and he murmured to the dark sky: "Dad...... Mother...... My son is home......"

With his arms outstretched, he seemed to want to hug, just like the naughty boy back then, hugging his parents.

Nangong Yijin shook his head and sighed: "I'm not mistaken, you are really the most affectionate person......

After a long time, Lin Yizhi slowly turned around, walked under the eaves, and gently pushed, and the wooden door of the main hall was slowly pushed open.

He turned around and said lightly to Nangong Yijin: "Let's go, come in with me, there are no ghosts here...... This is my home. ”

The two walked into the main hall one after the other, and Lin Yizhi used the fire fold to shine around the main hall, and found that the main hall was empty, and there was nothing in it.

There was only one corner, and there was a half-white candle that had been discarded at some point, lying there alone.

It was also covered with a thick layer of dust. It should have been a long time since anyone moved.

Lin Yizhi walked over, bent down to pick up the half of the white candle, and then lit it with a fire breaker.

Although the light of this white candle is not very bright, it is much brighter than the fire fold.

Lin Yizhi held the white candle and walked around the main hall again, and found nothing again, sighed, and said to Nangong Yijin, who was following behind: "Let's go......"

Nangong Yijin nodded.

Passing through the hall, although Lin Yizhi has not been back for eight years, he is still familiar with the road.

After a short time, they came to the wing. Lin Yizhi pushed it with his hand again, and the door slowly opened.

Turning his head to Nangong Yijin, he said, "Come in......"

The two walked into the wing, and it was as empty as the main hall.

Not only Lin Yizhi was a little strange, but Nangong Yijin was also strange.

If Fengling Village became a ruin eight years ago, why did the Qi Mansion where Lin Yizhi was located, that is, why did the house bought by Qi Xiaoqi remain intact?

Although it has been preserved, why are every room in the huge mansion empty?

It's as if someone came here after the accident and removed everything here.

"Why is it all empty?...... Nangong Yijin asked puzzled.

Lin Yizhi shook his head: "I don't know. ”

Then he turned to leave, his voice still faint: "Maybe it won't be empty......

Nangong Yijin thinks this house is very weird, but he can't say why.

The footsteps followed Lin Yizhi's footsteps tighter.

Lin Yizhi and Nangong Yijin walked for a while, and finally came to stand in front of a room in the deepest part of the house.

Lin Yizhi looked up and said, "Go in, it's my family's ancestral hall......"

Nangong Yijin nodded, and just wanted to push the door in, but suddenly he seemed to be afraid of something, and smiled at Lin Yizhi and said, "It's better for you to ......."

"I'm scared......" Lin Yizhi asked lightly.

"Old Dao, when have I been afraid......" Nangong Yijin glared, and before he finished speaking, Lin Yizhi had already stepped in.

Nangong Yijin shrank his neck and hurriedly crept in.

Lin Yizhi took the white candle and slowly shone around, and really found that it was exactly the same as eight years ago, and there was no change in the slightest.

In the middle of the wall, there is an offering table, and on the offering table are the tablets of the year. In front of the tablet, there is a small incense burner.

Lin Yizhi will not forget that eight years ago, his stepfather's kneeling here made him understand his true life experience.

Every bit of this place is too familiar, and familiarity makes him know how all the tablets are placed with his eyes closed.

The two tablets in the middle should be his biological father's, he knows, his father's name is Lin Tianyin, his mother's name is Ziyu, it's just a big name, he really doesn't know who to ask.

But Nangong Yijin didn't say a word from the moment he entered this ancestral hall, his eyes stared at the tablet on the tablet, and his nose kept moving, sniffing back and forth.

He has always been like this, Lin Yizhi was a little puzzled, and said lightly: "Old way...... This is my ancestral hall, can you not play treasure?"

Nangong Yijin seemed to confirm it again, and he was sure that he was right, so he said word by word: "No...... Wrong...... Everything is wrong here!"

"What's wrong?" Lin Yiyi pointed to those tablets while counting the treasures: "This is my biological father's tablet, this is my biological mother, this is my father's protector ghost, this is ......"

He said one by one, but at last, his voice suddenly stopped there.

Breathing suddenly became rapid.

Because, he can correspond to all these tablets one by one, but in the end, he found that there were two more!

And the names on these two tablets clearly exploded in his mind.

Qi Xiaoqi, Qi Xiaoqi's wife.

Nangong Yijin's voice trembled: "This ...... This tablet is new...... The texture on it is a little brighter than the others!"

Lin Yizhi stayed on the spot, his mind blank.

Why, eight years later, when he came here again, he saw that among the tablets, his adoptive father and adoptive mother were impressively listed!

He couldn't figure it out.

Suddenly, Nangong Yijin's frightened voice sounded again: "No, no...... The color of this incense ash is also new!" he said, pointing to the incense ash in the incense burner with a trembling left hand.

Sure enough, the color of the top layer of incense ash and the incense ash inside are completely different.

Lin Yizhi took two quick steps and grabbed the incense ashes in the incense burner, but there was still some residual warmth.

Lin Yizhi said suddenly: "There is still temperature, sure enough, someone has come, and this person should not have gone far!"

The two glanced at each other, and rushed straight towards the outside of the ancestral hall.