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After Yan Shixun left Master Bai's house, he kept thinking about the records in the handbook.

The ancestor surnamed Bai was a cautious person. After getting in touch with the old Fengdu ghost messenger, he realized that this was by no means a trivial matter, so even if he wanted to pass down what happened that year, he was wary that if it was recorded on paper, it would fall into disrepair. The consequences of entering in the wrong hands.

After all, although the old Fengdu has been destroyed, it is still where ghosts and gods live.

Just the ghost aura and power left in it is not something ordinary people can bear.

Once someone with a heart wants to use the ghost energy of the old Fengdu to do something, it will be a terrible disaster for the human world.

Especially in the human world where there are no ghosts and gods, it is even more unable to resist the coercion from the ancient Fengdu.

Therefore, the ancestor named Bai did not record all the things in the notebook.

Most of the things have been passed down orally by the descendants of his lineage with the surname Bai, and have been passed down for thousands of years.

As for the information about the former site of Fengdu, it is concealed in the libretto, hidden layer by layer under the hexagrams and directions of the five elements and eight trigrams. The location is not directly revealed, but people need to unlock the corresponding layers layer by layer. The iconic location depends on the location between the mountains and rivers to finally locate the former site of Fengdu.

The ancestor named Bai thought very carefully.

If he is a ghost exorcist who really needs to find the former site of Fengdu to save the world, then these precautions will not be a hindrance to him, but just a test to verify his identity and strength.

If it is a person who is not strong enough, or wants to rob the tomb, or has evil intentions, then he should be stopped outside, and he is not eligible to go to the former site of Fengdu.

The ancestor surnamed Bai was grateful for the salvation of the unknown person, and was willing to do something for the ghost messenger whom he introduced as a confidant. Even though no one asked him, he was still willing to guard the old Fengdu.

Like a cemetery guard.

The ancestors surnamed Bai didn't know what would happen in the future, and they didn't know when someone would come to look for the old Fengdu under what kind of terrible disaster.

Or maybe no one will come looking for it.

However, the ancestors surnamed Bai still chose to pass on the ancient stories out of awe of the heaven, earth, ghosts and gods.

It's like in the future generations, a retreat has been prepared early on that I don't know when it will be used.

It's just that the only thing that the ancestors surnamed Bai didn't expect was that the vicissitudes of life had already changed the world.

The location marks of the mountains, rivers and lakes that he left back then have already changed their locations after a thousand years have passed, and even the mountains have turned into flat lands, and the lakes have risen from the ground to become mountain peaks.

So the originally exquisite design has now become a stumbling block preventing everyone from finding the old Fengdu.

After Li Chengyun got the letter from Master Bai, he also stayed in Baizhi Lake for a long time, and then deconstructed all the location information that was used as a reference for the old Fengdu, and then compared it with what Master Bai knew about the previous situation. It was only then that it was roughly determined that the old Fengdu was near Baizhi Lake.

But exactly where, where did Li Chengyun go after leaving Baizhi Lake.

Master Bai didn't know.

Yan Shixun held the handwritten letter carefully placed in his pocket through his coat, and rubbed it lightly, as if he could see Li Chengyun from several years ago across the air through this handwritten letter.

His master believed him.

I believe that he will become an excellent exorcist, strong enough to take over the burden, continue to search for the old Fengdu instead of himself, and find a way to support the world.

Yan Shixun didn't know what was in the old Fengdu, so Li Chengyun didn't go directly to find the real Fengdu, but was obsessed with it.

However, he will replace Li Chengyun to finish the unfinished journey.

Yan Shixun pursed his lips slightly, and his lowered eyebrows and eyes faded away from the emotions that were exposed just now in front of Master Bai, and became sharp and firm again.

When he raised his eyes again, there was only an indifferent calm in his eyes.

He looked at the surrounding villages, and suddenly felt that they were much brighter than when he came. It seemed that the lights of several nearby houses were turned on.

This scene is very similar to the village next to the theater in the lake.

Yan Shixun walked over vigilantly, without making any unnecessary noises, like a big cat on tiptoe without making a sound, he quickly melted himself into the darkness next to the window, and looked sideways at the situation inside the window.

From time to time, figures appeared and disappeared from behind the window.

When viewed from a distance, everything seems to be normal, and the eyes will naturally tell the brain that this is a dark shadow left by a person on the window.

But only when you get close, you will find the clues.

—It is not the shadow of a man falling on the window.

Instead, there was no one at all, just a black human silhouette.

Yan Shixun's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly realized that maybe every household in the entire village was in the same situation, so he didn't see any villagers, only heard voices.

Because from the very beginning, there were no villagers.

Like a blindfolded projector.

The lie that there are still living people in the village is staged.

Yan Shixun tentatively reached out and landed on the door, and pushed gently.

"Squeak--!"

In a house that has been unoccupied all year round, the door hinges have already rusted to death, making harsh friction sounds.

In the room, the candles flickered, but there was no one there.

Even the furniture had a thick layer of dust visible to the naked eye, and the inside of the house was dilapidated and covered with bluish-black stains and mold spots, as if no one had lived in it for a long time.

There is only one person standing in front of the window.

The man was wearing old-fashioned clothes from many years ago, with two blushes on his pale face, and his eyes were fixed on the direction of the door.

Yan Shixun caught sight of that person unpreparedly, and after being startled, he realized that it was not a real person.

It's a shadow puppet figure.

As Master Bai said, Southwest Shadow Puppetry pays attention to integrating life into the repertoire.And this shadow puppet figure seems to have been made into the appearance of a villager who lived here back then, wearing the same clothes, day after day, tirelessly appearing and disappearing in front of the window.

Shadows fell on the windows, candles were bright and warm.

It seems that the village is still maintaining the peace it once was, and all the tragedies have not happened yet.

Yan Shixun originally wanted to leave this house and go to other people's houses to see if it was the same, to verify his conjecture.

But before he turned around, he suddenly saw tears of blood dripping from the dark eye sockets of the shadow puppet figure.

The shadow puppet figure raised its hand, and its flexible and delicate skeleton supported its actions like a real person, reaching out to Yan Shixun.

It seems that they want to grab Yan Shixun and keep him here.

The lamp exploded, and there was a sound of sparks.

In an instant, the entire house and the yard outside were completely dark, and Yan Shixun's field of vision was spinning.

He was like a traveler who had stepped into the swamp, unable to set foot on the ground, dragged by the darkness and slid into the depths.

When Yan Shixun opened his eyes again and the darkness in his field of vision gradually receded, he regained his composure and found that he was still standing in the village.

It's just that it's different from the peaceful and peaceful village just now.

Here... is the last calm before the rain is about to come.

Yan Shixun saw that he was still in the village house just now, but judging from the furnishings and neatly packed items, there are people living here, but no one is in the house now.

On the contrary, there were faint noises and cheers from outside the yard.

Yan Shixun pushed open the door, looked around, and saw clusters of torches going up and down not far away under the night, like many villagers running around holding torches to illuminate.

He squinted his eyes, and then his heart trembled because of this familiar scene, and he quickly ran towards the direction of the torch with his long legs.

The orange-red light is like the sun wheel of the setting sun, reflecting the starless and moonless sky into blood red.

The villagers cheered and screamed strangely, their figures stretched out by the flames, swaying like ferocious ghosts.

In front of them, the woman was holding the young boy's hand tightly and running away in a hurry.

Her face was like gold paper, sweat beads were big, and her pale lips were bloodstained by deep teeth bites. It seemed that her physical condition was not good, and she was just trying to support herself.

The woman supported her swollen belly, and looked back with fear from time to time, but she still couldn't resist the weakness of her body, and her steps quickly slowed down, staggering to the point of falling.

Even though the boy beside her was young, he was already sensible, trying to support his mother's precarious body with his immature and thin shoulders.

However, he is too small.

Whether it is the villagers who are excited and carnival like wolves behind him, or his mother in front of him, and the unborn child in the mother's womb.

He can only watch everything slide into the abyss of tragedy, and he can't do anything.

The woman fell to the ground, and the blood was smeared on her skirt. She cried desperately to the villagers on the side of the road, but the villagers just closed their eyes and did not extend a helping hand to the woman due to many concerns.

Seeing the villagers who were quickly catching up behind her, the woman gritted her teeth, pulled herself up, and continued staggering forward with the boy beside her.

However, compared with the young and strong villagers behind them, women and children who are physically weak are as weak as rabbits, and they can bite through their throats effortlessly.

But the villagers are obviously not prepared to end everything so soon.

They are like beasts hunting rabbits, laughing and driving the woman away, taking pleasure in her distress and pleading.

The raised torches illuminated the lake, and the rippling water reflected distorted and hideous faces, like ghost faces.

But the woman panicked, tripped over a stone, and fell towards the lake screaming.

Mother--!

The boy's eyes widened, and he flew over madly, trying to grab his mother.

But missed.

The woman's expression was frozen in panic and fear, but her bulky and exhausted body still unstoppably fell into the lake.

"Plop!" There was a loud noise.

The woman cried out for help in the icy lake, struggling hard, her wet head floating and sinking.

She stretched out her arms desperately, wanting someone to grab her.

But the villagers had already run to the lake, and slowly stopped, gathered around the lake and watched the woman struggling in the lake coldly, laughing because of her pain.

The boy who wanted to rush into the lake to rescue his mother was also caught by a strong villager, who held him in his hands and let him thrash and struggle, roaring in grief and anger, but he could only watch it happen.

The woman struggled slowly.

The icy lake water choked into her mouth and nose, taking away her body temperature, making her already weak body weaker and colder, unable to raise any strength.

So cold, so painful... so tired.

Across the icy lake, the woman finally gave the boy on the shore a tired and serious look.

Then, she closed her eyes, no longer able to raise her arms and struggled, and slowly sank into the lake.

There are layers of ripples on the surface of the water, reflecting the torches, and the setting sun is broken here.

The woman never came up again.

The boy watched helplessly as his mother sank to the bottom of the lake with her unborn child.

The cold mountain wind took away his body temperature, and there were only laughter and cheers in his ears. Among the joyful crowd, his mother's struggle and death were like a shadow puppet show for people to enjoy.

The boy's eyes were tearing open, and the sound of wailing was piercing, like a cub coughing up blood after losing its mother.

The cries echoed between the mountains and lakes, echoing layer after layer, like a group of ghosts crying endlessly.

The villagers were taken aback, and then they punched and kicked the boy in anger.

However, the fierce fist wind blew past, and it was the villagers who fell heavily to the ground.

Yan Shixun's eyes were red, his body trembling slightly while suppressing his anger, his clenched fists turned white with force, and all the villagers who stood in front of him were overturned by his merciless punch.

The villagers who had surrounded the boy also found Yan Shixun, a stranger, and let go of the frail and young boy, rushing towards Yan Shixun, loudly questioning who he was.

Yan Shixun pursed his lips tightly. Apart from anger, there was no fear of being surrounded in the cold brows. The heavy sound of punches to the flesh aroused Yan Shixun's fighting spirit more and more, and each punch was harder than the next , smashed the villagers until their faces were covered in blood, and threw them flying.

Soon, the villagers who were still proud just now were lying on the ground by the lake, clutching their wounds and howling.

And the boy who was thrown down by the villagers rushed into the lake immediately, trying to save his mother.

Only Yan Shixun was left standing by the lake, looking down at the boy in the lake, without saying a word.

The knuckles of both fists were scratched and bloody, and the blood slowly dripped down his fingers, but he seemed to feel no pain at all. Standing among the wailing villagers, he looked into the boy's eyes. With can't bear.

For a child to see his mother sinking into the bottom of the lake with his unborn sister... This is cruelty that even wild animals can't match.

But what's even more cruel——

Yan Shixun knew very well that what he saw was just a shadow play.

All this happened decades ago, and it is already a foregone conclusion.

He could not save the woman who fell into the lake and died, nor could he save Zheng Shu who was overwhelmed by hatred and anger.

Even if he is now stepping on the screaming villagers, he still has the power to overthrow the entire village, but...he came decades late.

Yan Shixun was silent for a long time, the boy's mournful cries and the sound of splashing water could be heard next to his ears.

But just when Yan Shixun noticed the boy's pale complexion in the lake, and took a step forward, trying to fish the boy out of the lake, the sound of light footsteps suddenly appeared behind him.

Yan Shixun immediately looked back vigilantly.

But Zheng Shushu pushed aside the hanging branches of the trees by the lake and walked slowly from the slope.

He hung his head, his hair was scattered with streaks of gray, and his weather-beaten face was filled with unspeakable pain.

"Mr. Yan."

Zheng Shushu looked over Yan Shixun's shoulder and looked at the boy in the lake who was crying hoarsely: "You found out... right?"

"That's me, and my dead mother."