Time travel to become the master of high-risk occupations

When Shen Gurong followed the man to the wedding hall, the whole house was in a mess, with ghosts floating everywhere, as if they were looking for something in a hurry.

The man stepped forward and asked, and came back soon, frowning and said: "The living soul disappeared out of thin air, and they are looking for it everywhere."

"Disappeared?" Shen Gurong thought for a while, then it was probably Mu Yu who came here to rescue the man, otherwise it would be impossible to suddenly disappear before the worship hall.

Thinking of this, Shen Gurong heaved a sigh of relief, nodded and said, "Thank you, then I'll go back first."

The man took Wang Lan by the hand, looked at him with a smile, and said, "Okay, I'll take you out of the city."

Shen Gurong shook his head: "No need, I know the way out of the city."

After he finished speaking, his heart suddenly beat violently.

Shen Gurong stood there blankly, his face full of bewilderment.

Recognize the way out of town?

This is just a strange city, why...why did he know the way?

From childhood to adulthood, when did he remember the road after only walking it once?

Shen Gurong suddenly felt terrified, even his pupils were shaking violently, he mumbled: "I, I don't know, I can't remember the way, please... Take me out."

The man looked at him worriedly, nodded and said, "Okay."

Shen Gurong walked forward without making a sound, and he muttered in his heart.

"Go forward through two streets, turn north, and walk into the main road, which is Huadeng Street. Crossing the long street is the gate of the city."

The man led him for two blocks and turned north.

Shen Gurong paused, stood at the street corner, and looked at him blankly.

The man was talking to Wang Lan with a smile, but he didn't hear the footsteps and looked back, seeing Shen Gurong standing there in a daze, and said with a smile: "What's the matter?"

Shen Gurong was dumbfounded: "You... Did you go the wrong way?"

He should not remember the way, nor should he remember the way correctly.

The man smiled and said, "It's not a mistake. Let's cross Huadeng Street and we'll be at the gate of the city. It's easy to find the way."

Shen Gurong's pupils shrank suddenly, and he staggered back a few steps, he said dully: "No, no."

He muttered something wrong, turned around and ran back.

wrong.

Nothing is right.

Nothing is right.

This is a ghost town that he has only been to once, he shouldn't know the way here like the back of his hand, as if...

It seems that he has lived here for a long time.

Shen Gurong completely ignored the cries of the man behind him, walked forward in silence, and soon returned to the noisy wedding hall.

The owner of the house was frowning and cursing the damn living soul, while the woman in the groom's suit frowned, as if she was very regretful.

Shen Gurong stared blankly.

That's right.

Strange mansions, strange ghosts, strange... strange customs.

He is out of tune with everything here, and this is the most correct way.

He stood in the middle of the road and looked at the house directly in front of him, trying to force himself to accept and admit that this place was not a place he was familiar with at all, using the cruel thing of ghosts forcing souls to death.

Until the man quickly caught up.

The man looked gentle and gentle, but he was inexplicably daunting when he got angry. He said sharply: "What are you doing here?! Didn't I tell you that there is no living soul you are looking for here?! How do you Do you want to listen?"

Shen Gurong was full of fear, looked at him with dizzy eyes, and couldn't say a word.

The man found that someone was looking at them strangely, so he took Shen Gurong's hand with a sullen face and walked forward, trying to send Shen Gurong away before everyone found him.

Shen Gurong was stunned and let him pull him forward.

But before he took a few steps, a voice suddenly came from behind: "Wait a minute."

The man didn't listen, and still wanted to drag Shen Gurong to run.

But soon, someone caught up with them, surrounded by countless ghosts.

Shen Gurong's eyes widened suddenly, he staggered, and threw himself into the man's arms, clutching the hem of his clothes, trembling all over.

"Help me..." he whimpered, "I'm afraid..."

Shen Gurong was afraid like never before.

But this time it wasn't the ghosts that surrounded him that he was afraid of.

It's some kind of fact... breathed out in his heart.

The man thought that he was frightened by this scene, so he quickly hugged him in his arms, covering his face, preventing him from seeing those ferocious ghosts.

He looked coldly at the ghost in front of him and said, "What do you want to do?"

The owner of the house was wearing a pitch-black shroud, and the facial features on the paper stared fiercely at the man, saying without showing any weakness: "The one in your arms is the escaped soul from our mansion, right?"

The man frowned, and said sharply: "No, you are mistaken."

The owner of the house sneered, "I've been in Fengdu for so many years, and I've never seen a man like him, and it just so happened that a living soul was lost in our mansion. How could such a coincidence happen?"

The man didn't want to talk nonsense with them at all, he just wanted to take Shen Gurong away.

A few ghosts in servant clothes floated in front of the two of them, blocking their way.

Shen Gurong trembled all over, and was hugged tightly by the man tightly, not looking at the weird face.

The owner of the house saw that he was protecting the living soul so much, and said coldly: "If you say he is not a living soul, then tear off his face and let me see, we have been in Fengdu for so many years, and no one has remembered our name and face. , even memory. If there is a real face under his 'face', it is a lost soul in my mansion, and you have to hand him over to me."

In fact, there is no need to look at the face at all, as long as the paper-painted face is torn off, the aura of living soul will permeate his body, so that these ghosts can recognize whether it is a living soul at a glance.

Shen Gurong's legs became weaker and weaker, and he almost slipped from the man's arms. He grabbed the skirt of his clothes tightly, opened his eyes blankly, the light in his eyes was distracted, and tears fell down.

Tears wet the facial features on his face, and the tears of life-giving soul radiate out the breath of life-giving soul little by little.

In just a moment, those ghosts surrounded him completely, and they were bound to catch the escaped bride back.

Shen Gurong couldn't see anything, but felt that there was chaos in front of his eyes, as if someone was tearing his clothes desperately, and there were bursts of wails from ghosts in his ears, as if they were dragging him to hell little by little.

But in the chaos, someone still held his arm tightly, and the cold touch spread all over his body, but he dragged himself out of the swamp of despair little by little.

After struggling and chaotic for an unknown amount of time, he was finally dragged by the hand in a daze and escaped from the purgatory.

The screams of Li Gui were still in his ears, mixed with immature cries.

"Please, don't."

"They're all dead..."

Shen Gurong suddenly opened his eyes, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

The man was in a panic, and he had already dragged him to the entrance of Fengdu. Panting, he pushed him towards the door and said, "Go, go... go."

Not far away, Wang Lan was fiercely blocking the ghost who wanted to follow, and the sound of the baby's devil's cry rang in Shen Gu Rong's ears.

He looked blankly at the man in front of him who was staring at him nervously, and suddenly asked, "Do you recognize me?"

The man was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I have been dead for more than 100 years, and I don't recognize a living soul for a long time."

Even if he recognized it, he didn't remember it.

Shen Gurong still looked at him absent-mindedly, and said again: "Do you recognize me?"

"Do you recognize me?"

Do you recognize me?

The man looked at him strangely, seeing that the ghost was about to catch up, he hurriedly urged: "You better leave first, this place is very dangerous."

Shen Gurong asked blankly: "If I leave, how will they treat you?"

It seemed that ever since he realized that he could recognize the way to this ghost town, he had been in a state of confusion, as if he was dreaming, but also as if he was escaping reality in an extremely sober manner.

He swayed back and forth between dreams and reality, and in the end the see-saw was too intense, completely turning his mind into a puddle of muddy water.

The man was surprised that he would ask this sentence, he was taken aback for a moment before he smiled and said, "I'll be fine."

That's right, the ghost is already a dead person, so it is naturally impossible to die again.

The man seemed to love to laugh, but when his face darkened, Shen Gurong's calf became weak from fright.

If such a good ghost stays here...

How could those ghosts who even killed their living souls to marry them be good stubble.

If Shen Gurong leaves, the man and Wang Lan don't know how to be treated.

Shen Gurong was stunned for a long time, and just when the man was about to urge him to leave quickly, he suddenly raised his hand lightly, and the ghost struggling towards him not far away seemed to have received some oppression, and fell down on the ground. On the ground, no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't get up.

The man looked back in surprise.

Shen Gurong looked at his paper-painted face, even his voice was trembling, but he still had the last sliver of hope, and said shyly: "You saved me, I can do anything for you."

The man looked at him in astonishment, as if he didn't expect that the person who cried and said he was afraid just now turned out to be a monk with extremely high cultivation.

Knowing that he would not be forcibly arrested to get married, the man finally breathed a sigh of relief, he called Wang Lan back, straightened his messy clothes, and looked at Shen Gurong with some expectation.

"Is anything ok?"

Shen Gurong nodded.

The man's paper-drawn ghost pupil seemed to be shining brightly, as if he had struggled in despair for many years and finally found a straw to save his life.

He hesitated for a moment, but felt that he had done nothing, and others did not need to save himself, so it was too shameless to receive rewards for nothing.

He was about to refuse, but Wang Lan who was at the side directly said, "My father is looking for my little uncle."

Wanglan's figure is weaker than ordinary babies, as if she was forcibly born before her full month.

Shen Gurong suddenly thought of his sister-in-law who was only seven months old and pregnant.

He quivered his lips and asked, "Little uncle?"

Wang Lan looked at her father expectantly, held his hand on tiptoe, swayed back and forth, and said in a milky voice, "Daddy, tell me quickly, haven't you always wanted to go out and find your little uncle?"

Shen Gurong looked at him in confusion.

The man sighed helplessly, flicked Wang Lan's eyebrows with his fingers, and said with a smile: "Nonsense, how can you cause trouble for others?"

Wang Lan held her head in her short hands aggrievedly: "But he can do anything."

The man smiled apologetically at Shen Gurong, and said, "If I don't want to cause you trouble, there is something I would like to ask you for."

Shen Gurong's lips opened and closed, as if he had expected something, but he couldn't open his mouth. After a long time, he said with difficulty in a hoarse voice: "What's the matter."

The man said: "I've been looking for my younger brother and younger sister. They went to Lantern Street to watch lanterns."

He doesn't remember his name, he has no memories of his life, and even his current memories are chaotic, but he doesn't know where the obsession came from. He still remembers the lost brother and sister who never came home.

He only remembered that his younger brothers and sisters did not come home, and he never thought that they were dead or fled Fengdu long ago. Every day, he would carry a small lamp and search from street to street, trying to help his brother who didn't know the way. Light the way home.

Day after day, year after year, from beginning to end, he just wanted to find his younger brothers and sisters to go home.

"My younger brother's name is Shen Gurong, and my younger sister is Shen Xiwu."

The man... Shen Fuji said softly, as if he felt a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I... I don't remember what they look like, so it might be a bit troublesome to find them."

Shen Gurong's mind went blank for a long time, and she looked at him blankly.

Shen Fuji looked at Shen Gurong politely and distantly, his eyes were filled with joy and gratitude that could not be concealed: "If you can help me find them, I can do anything for Xianjun."