The strange story of Huai'an Inn

A total of 82 audiences watched Huang Yiji in the theater that day, including eight children under the age of 16 and 60 elderly people over the age of 25.

These people, no matter whether their minds are mature or not, whether their spirits are stable or not, no matter whether their brains that have experienced too much weather and baptism can bear it, they have seen it all... Even young adults with strong minds can't bear it crazy picture.

Song Mingzi looked anxiously at the middle-aged woman who was shaking her mouth back and forth nervously, and every time he tried to get close to her to help her seal this memory, she would scream and struggle in horror.The sharp sound almost pierced his eardrums and made his mind start buzzing.

Even if he recited the meditation mantra, these people could not be appeased at all.The cries and chokes of children, the murmurs of adults, and the whimpers of old people were mixed together.But a considerable number of people just sat or lay on the ground blankly, as if their thoughts had flown out of their bodies.

Song Mingzi wiped the sweat from her forehead.Relying on him alone... the workload is really a bit heavy.

Although Zhu Helan's ability is strong, after all, she uses... the power at the other end of the scale, which is not suitable for the current situation.

"How's it going?"

Song Mingzi raised his head and looked at Zhu Helan sadly, "Guess?"

Zhu Helan looked around at the ordinary people who had already fallen into the swamp of madness, and sighed softly, "It's hard for you, too."

Song Mingzi turned his head, looked at Guan Chongliu who was standing by the shattered stage and looked at something, and asked in a low voice, "Is he alright?"

"It doesn't seem to be a serious problem." Zhu Helan also looked in Guan Chongliu's direction and replied thoughtfully.

"Really? Look at the current state of these people... Even if he has seen some of the world with you, this level...is probably the first time?"

Zhu Helan didn't answer, her lips were drawn into a tight line.

Song Mingzi turned her eyes back to the hundred ordinary people waiting for treatment in front of her again, frowning, "Hey...if someone can help..."

While talking, a loud noise suddenly exploded at the gate of the theater building that had been quiet for a while.

When Zhu Helan was fighting Zhuang Cheng before, the collapsed beams and falling bricks sealed the gate.Originally, it was not difficult for Song Mingzi and Zhu Helan to forcibly break them open, but given that these people's minds are currently broken, they may have been corroded by Zhuang Cheng's filth.If someone took the opportunity to run out and spread the madness, it would be even more difficult to deal with.

But now, the congested gate was opened, and more than a dozen first disciples of the Qingming Sect filed in.In the end, the one who slowly stepped out of the dust was the Daoist Qi Yao.

His gaze immediately met Song Mingzi.

Song Mingzi's eyes widened, "Brother?"

Daoist Qi Yao narrowed his eyes, hummed softly, and then looked around, his eyes resting on Zhu Helan for a while, covered with a layer of gloom.

Song Mingzi stood up quickly, brushed her messy hair in a frantic manner, and dusted off the dust on her body, "Brother, why are you here?"

"Hongmengyi has sensed a violent turbulence of filth, and I guess it has something to do with you." Daoist Qi Yao said without emotion, raised his hand and made a gesture, and the group of first disciples immediately dispersed and began to cheer for everyone. 82 ordinary people were healed, their spirits were stabilized, and their memories were sealed.

Chong Liu trotted to Zhu Helan's side, staring vigilantly at the real Qi Yao in front of him.

The last time we met, this person wanted to torture his boss.

Zhu Helan glanced out of the corner of his eye at Chong Liu, who looked like a cat with fried hair and seemed to be ready to scratch anyone at any time, and his lips curled up quietly.The worries that lingered in my heart just now have also subsided a little.

Chong Liu still looks the same... There is no sign of further distortion.

But the worry was only pushed to the back of the mind, and did not dissipate.In this Xiao Paitang, the distortion always seems to happen unexpectedly and in a leaping way, unlike the gradual and orderly progress of ordinary people, there are traces to follow and methods to prevent.

It's like...his body is desperate to change...

Just now, Chongliu was caught by Zhuang Cheng, Zhu Helan was afraid to make a move for a moment, worried that Zhuang Cheng would be forced to hurt Chongliu.But suddenly, Zhuang Cheng's own filth was seriously disturbed.

The trigger for this disturbance did not come from Zhu Helan himself, nor did it come from Song Mingzi.

The will of the god in yellow has completely captured Zhuang Cheng's spirit, how could he lose control for no reason?There must be some thrust, right?

But Guan Zhongliu's expression really doesn't seem to remember what happened after he was caught by Zhuang Cheng...

Daoist Qi Yao's gaze finally stopped on Zhuang Cheng who was wrapped around a beam by several vines that broke through the ground.

The tree vines that were dripping with mucus and embedded with flesh and blood, between plants and animals, now look like ordinary tree vines, only several times thicker than ordinary vines, as if they were coiled together. A cluster of old trees.

And Zhuang Cheng seemed to have lost consciousness, trapped motionless surrounded by trees and vines, unable to tell whether he was dead or alive.His clothes were ragged and covered with yellowish stains, his hair was disheveled, and there were traces of yellow mucus spilling from the corners of his eyes, under his nose and around his mouth.

Daoist Qi Yao stood under the pillar, observing those huge vines, and also observing Zhuang Cheng.His head was tilted slightly, and he didn't know what kind of thoughts were circling in the dark eyes.

He stretched out his hand, touched the vine, and said, "This tree is very old, but also very young."

Zhu Helan turned slightly and looked at him.

"It didn't come from our world." Qi Yao said, and pointed at Zhuang Cheng, "He originally belonged to our world, but now he doesn't belong anymore. The filth in his body is too deep, and there is no cure for it. gone."

After he finished speaking, he paused, and suddenly turned around to Song Mingzi and Zhu Helan and said, "I have to bring him back to the Demon Suppressing Tower of the Qingming Sect, and suppress his filth with Dao Qi, so as to prevent him from continuing to cause harm to the world."

Chong Liu didn't know what kind of filth he saw in Qi Yao's eyes, and why he could make a decision so easily.

Zhu Helan was speechless, as if he had no opinion on the Qingming Sect's handling.Song Mingzi was also obviously relieved.But when he walked up to Daoist Qi Yao, the tone of thanking him was always a bit awkward, "Thanks to senior brother this time..."

"Don't thank me. The matter is not over yet." Daoist Qi Yao frowned tightly, and his suspicious eyes swam back to Zhu Helan, "The vibration sensed by the Hongmeng Instrument is unreasonable. So much filth , obviously seeped in gradually, so it was unnoticed before, and only caused a shock when it erupted. The question is... where did these foul smells come from? And who put them in?"

Zhu Helan suddenly thought of something, and asked quickly, "If you came here after sensing Zhuang Cheng's explosion... you shouldn't have arrived so quickly... What day is today?"

Daoist Qi Yao said, "The fifth day of September."

Chong Liu's heart stopped beating, "The fifth day of September? Impossible... We entered the theater on the morning of the third day of September, and it's only two hours away!"

After Song Mingzi heard this, he rushed to the gate immediately, followed by Chongliu.But when they stepped out of the gate of the theater building, they were all stunned.

In front of them was no longer the busy streets of Tianliang City, but a wasteland of overgrown grass.

On the endless wasteland, a dilapidated theater building stands crookedly in the center, abrupt and weird.

The lost time happened again, and this time it wasn't just Chong Liuyi.Everyone in the theater building was affected by the filth of the god in yellow, and even the space had an impossible transformation.

This has gone beyond the category of cutting corners. There is a force that has moved the entire theater building over.

That yellow giant tower of Tai Sui...already possessed its own will...

The sun was already setting in the west, and there was a layer of haze on the distant horizon.Chong Liu looked at the end of the day and said softly, "We all overlooked one thing... Layman Luzhou, he is not the only one..."

There are also three Luzhou laymen...

If Zhuang Cheng completes The Story of Yellow Clothes, will the other three feel it too?After all, the four of them can tacitly create scripts of the same style with the same identity without meeting each other at all.

In addition to Taihe Theater, is Huang Yiji also performed in other theaters?

Is it not just Zhuang Chenghe and the shopkeeper who sensed the filthy change that the Qingming faction felt?

Song Mingzi was silent for a moment, and suddenly, extremely frustrated and annoyed, he yelled a very swear word that was not suitable for the status of an alchemist.

Tossing for a long time...but nothing can be solved...

And in the theater building, Zhu Helan didn't need to go out, because he knew that Tianliang City was no longer outside.The smell wafting in the wind was different, and he noticed it the moment the door opened.It's just that he didn't expect that even time would be distorted.

Although they stopped Zhuang Cheng, they failed to stop the god in yellow.

"It seems that at least on this matter, you and I are on the same side. You also don't want this foreign filth to wreak havoc in Tianliang City." Daoist Qi Yao said quietly behind him, "The filth broke out a few days ago, except for this drama Lou, there are other sources, but Hongmengyi can't find other directions. Do you know anything?"

Zhu Helan chuckled and said, "Song Mingzi didn't tell you what I know?"

"Don't tell me you didn't hide anything from him?" Daoist Qi Yao stared at him with sharp eyes.

"I've only recently noticed this matter. The City God has disappeared, and the filth has increased. Even your Zilu Mountain has filthy creatures. I originally thought that Zhuang Cheng was contaminated with heavy pollution at the wrong time and at the wrong opportunity. Smell, but now it seems that I want to be simple...he is a carefully selected carrier."

"Carrier? Whose carrier?"

"The God of Yellow Clothes." When Zhu Helan said the name, his tone was dry, as if he didn't want to say more but had to say, "The Devourer from afar."

Daoist Qi Yao was silent for a moment, and said, "You mean, the real god in yellow clothes, not his minions or the filth left in this world?"

Zhu Helan nodded.

"How is this possible? A filthy god like the god in yellow must pass through the door to enter. But the door has been sealed!"

"As long as there is a door, there is still the possibility of it being opened... I suspect the door is loose. The god in yellow is still locked out, but it can squeeze a very small part of itself through some gaps." Come, be carried by Zhuang Cheng, and spread. Just like the first patient who got the plague passed the disease to several others, and they passed the plague to more people. The more people were infected by the god in yellow Infected, he will have more control over our world. Until the end, overwhelmed by the dominance of Dao Qi, the door will be opened from the inside."

Daoist Qi Yao's face was shrouded in haze, "We need the assistance of the Da Luo Sect and Baihumen."

"There is no time." Zhu Helan shook his head, "There are less than five days left."

"Five days?"

"Well, after five days, I'm afraid there will be a catastrophe in Tianliang City." He said, looking solemnly at Chongliu who was walking back from the gate, "What I'm worried about is that the madness has begun to spread... "