I rely on the map to guide Xueba

He only felt his eyes go dark, and a gust of wind passed by his ears. Then he turned around and the classroom door disappeared behind him, and he appeared in the middle of two adobe walls.

He regained his composure, and saw a round of egg yolk-like sunset falling from the top of the adobe wall, and a few bristlegrass trees with strong vitality swaying in the wind beside the top of the wall.

Wei Junxing felt a chill in his heart, he recognized the adobe wall.

When I was young, before bricks and tiles became popular, everyone liked to use mud mixed with wheat oranges to tamp the walls. The walls of this kind of adobe are not strong and are easily washed down by heavy rain, but fortunately, they are warm in winter and cool in summer, and they are practical. , Frequent tinkering can also live in peace.

But at this moment, the place he was facing made him feel nervous for a while. This is -----Shenxian Alley.

In the past when houses were built in the village, there was always a distance between the east house and the west house, leaving a way for easy walking. They are collectively called alleys, and they are generally wider than carts to facilitate the entry and exit of farm tools and furniture.

But this fairy alley happened to be an alley between two very close walls, it couldn't accommodate a cart, only two people could walk side by side.

When I was a child, adults always said that this alley was haunted, and as long as the sun went down, we could no longer walk through this alley.

The word 'ghost' is naturally taboo, so this alley got the reputation of a fairy alley.

Wei Junxing watched the sun go down quickly as if being held in the mouth of a golden crow, and the twilight slowly came up. The stories about scaring children when he was a child sprung up like mushrooms after a spring rain, and his legs trembled in fright, his whole body trembled. cold.

But his body was walking towards the alley uncontrollably, and the black shadows in front of him were erratic, like countless lonely ghosts surrounding him, baring their teeth and claws at him.

Wei Junxing was so frightened that he didn't dare to vent his anger. Could he give up the exam? He really didn't want to pass here.

Wei Junxing just wanted to go back to the classroom and copy ten sets of papers, and he didn't want to walk this fairy alley in the dark.

He heard the sudden sound of the wind, as if there were countless fluttering leaves passing by his ears, and he also heard low sobbing sounds, like a woman's choked sobs.

Wei Junxing's long legs convulsed, and he moved quickly. Unfortunately, he didn't turn back when he opened the bow. He had no chance to repent, and a force kept running forward with him.

He remembered that when he was young, a few little kids would come to Shenxian Alley when they had a guts competition, and whoever passed through Shenxian Alley in one breath would definitely be the bravest one and would be regarded as the boss.

He also ran across Shenxian Hutong at that time, and he remembered that he ran there quickly, and it only took a minute.

But now that he is 1.8 meters three, it doesn't take a minute to run across the fairy alley, right?Why is it so long like running for a century.

He kept chanting "no taboo, no taboo..." in his heart, and ran forward desperately.

But the night, the sound of the wind, and the sound of weeping, as if they couldn't get rid of it at all, kept following him, scaring his heart to beat wildly.

He ran forward with all his strength, sweating profusely, and the adobe walls on both sides were like two big mountains, which made him breathless.

But the more he was afraid and worried, the more something would happen. He was running fast, but suddenly he was stopped by the wall on the left. He lowered his head and said "ah", and sat down on the ground in fright.

A pale and thin arm protruded from the solid adobe wall, grabbed his wrist, and was dragging him into the wall.

"No, no, I'm not going."

Wei Junxing withdrew his buttocks, his soul had already left his body, and his six spirits had no master.

No, he can't be dragged in by the ghost even if he is killed. If he can't even pass the first level, what's the point of him coming to this cram school.

He screamed, kicked his feet against the wall, and engaged in a tug-of-war with the pale arm that looked like a dead branch. However, he exerted all his strength, but he was still dragged by the dry hand until the soles of his feet caught fire, and he went straight into the wall. inside.

The adobe wall that I thought was solid was actually the same as the school wall. Before his body arrived, a gap opened, and Wei Junxing entered without the wall.

He closed his eyes in fright, and waited for a long time, but he didn't feel the pain when he was eaten by a ghost. What filled his ears was his own beating heartbeat.

He slowly opened his eyes with his scalp open, and in the dim light, he saw a kerosene lamp from his childhood, with a yellow wick and a glass lampshade with a small neck and round belly, emitting a familiar smell. But the pungent kerosene smell.

Sitting next to the lamp was a thin old man with white beard and hair. In front of him was an elegant and simple small square table with tree roots, on which a bamboo fan was spread out.

Wei Junxing looked at the old man with long eyebrows and jaws, and didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

The old man nodded slightly, his eyes didn't open, but his voice came to Wei Junxing's ears like the wind blowing through a dead branch.

"Little friend, this place is dangerous, you should have a self-defense weapon, how about it?"

He didn't move, but Wei Junxing suddenly realized what the other party was pointing at. Damn, what kind of weapon is that? Isn't that the folding fan in his luggage bag?

For a while, Wei Junxing didn't know whether to say yes or no.Say yes, he really thinks this folding fan is not very useful, say no, he is afraid that Zhang Heguang will touch the cinnabar mole with a cane.

He hesitated for a moment, then asked cautiously,

"Old Immortal, do you only carry this weapon in your luggage?"

The old man still did not open his eyes, but nodded slightly.

Wei Junxing grabbed the folding fan without objection, well, he has no room for choice.

In addition to this folding fan, books, clothes, pencil case and the like in his luggage, he probably couldn't pick out any convenient weapons.

Who would have thought that he would lose out on the luggage he brought to a cram school, why didn't he bring the Gatling he bought for his birthday with him.

Before Wei Junxing recovered from his infinite remorse, he heard the old fairy on the opposite side say,

"In this world, everything has animism, aura is your most handy weapon, you should make good use of it."

After speaking, he waved his hand and disappeared, and Wei Junxing went back to the Shenxian alley just now.

He seemed to understand something for a while, but at the same time he seemed to be at a loss.

What cram school is this?Obviously it's a monster game.At the beginning of the game, he was given a childhood map and a broken fan. From then on, he will break through the levels in this game. Unfortunately, the initial value is a bit low. He doesn't know whether he will tear the monster with his hands or The monster came and crushed him.

Looks like it's mostly the latter.

Holding the folding fan in his hand, Wei Junxing was flustered, but he continued to walk towards the other end of Shenxian Hutong. At this time, after being frightened, he suddenly accepted the reality in front of him. Then be safe, who let him accidentally get on this thief boat.