Legend of Xianghuang

All the way westward, passing through several villages and small towns, it was safe and sound.

Compared with the successive events in the previous few months, this first half of the month has been very peaceful.

Occasionally, one or two goblins can be encountered in a sparsely populated place, and they are careful to avoid Xianghuang. Occasionally, they will be startled by Xianghuang's friendly smile.

"Wanwan, most of the monsters in this world are actually afraid of people." Xianghuang couldn't help sighing.

Wanwan glanced at her, and just said, "Because there are some human beings who are stronger than them. When they cultivate to the point where they don't need to be afraid of ordinary practitioners, then the situation may be different."

Wanwan was talking casually about the actual situation, but Xianghuang thought about it seriously.

"Human beings are divided into good and evil, and so are monsters. Some monsters only focus on cultivation, so even if they reach that level of cultivation, they may not be willing to harm humans." I don't know where Xianghuang got this conclusion, but it is still accurate.

Wanwan shook her head: "You're right, but, Little Zhuzi, whether it's the tiger monster before or the snake monster later, they all use people as a way to increase their cultivation."

Xiang Huang was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

After a moment of silence, when Wanwan thought that Xianghuang was depressed because of this problem, Xianghuang sighed: "For people, some goblin pills or skins and bones are also good things to refine."

Knowing that Xianghuang has fallen into this unchangeable status quo, Wanwan didn't want her to continue hurting herself because of this, so she patted her on the head: "Don't think about it, Xiao Zhuzi, you just do what you think, you don't need to worry about other people's. , I can't control it."

Xianghuang nodded: "I just don't understand, as practitioners, why can't we get along with each other and help each other?"

Wanwan smiled and spread her hands together: "Can tigers and rabbits get along friendly?"

Xianghuang looked at Wanwan with an exaggerated sad expression: "Well, Wanwan, you always hit the nail on the head."

Knowing that Xiaozhuzi came out of a corner, Wanwan smiled and nodded her forehead: "You always hide these pitiful things here."

Xiang Huang stuck out his tongue and continued walking.

People in the village said before that not far ahead is Zailai Town, the largest town with a radius of a hundred miles.

During this period of time, the journey was quite fast, and Xianghuang thought about resting for two days in the town again, so that Wanwan could also relax for a few days.

Come to the town again, it is a very lively town with many businessmen.

The town is famous for its wine making, and most of the families living here have made a living from wine making for generations, and have acquired a good craft of wine making.Among them, the wine of two families paid tribute to the capital every year, which naturally attracted a large number of businessmen and wine lovers who came here admiringly.

Only when I saw the archway at Zailai Townkou from a distance, the air seemed to have a strong aroma of wine.

Xianghuang took a deep breath: "It smells so good, Wanwan, we're almost there!"

Wanwan smiled and nodded: "It's getting late, you have to find an inn first when you enter the town. Little Zhuzi, don't smell it too much, I won't be able to lift you up when you're drunk."

"I won't be drunk!" Xianghuang immediately retorted, she was not so weak as she could get drunk after just a few smells.

The two walked into Zailai Town while talking.

Passing through the archway of the "No. [-] Wine Country in the World", the happy couple walked into Zailai Town and looked around.

Maybe it was because of the getting late, although there were quite a few people on the street, they seemed to be in a hurry.

Ben didn't pay much attention to it, but along the way, gradually, both Xianghuang and Wanwan noticed something was wrong.

In addition, there are frequent passenger flows in the town all year round, so there are naturally many inns and restaurants in the town.

However, along the way Xianghuang and Wanwan walked, the strange doors of those inns and restaurants were closed.

What's even more strange is that along the way, a row of large and small jars were placed at the gates of all the houses, and a few hosts who moved slowly opened the seals of the jars and walked back into the house. closed the door.

The smell of wine on the street became more and more intense in this strange atmosphere, as if he was going to be completely drunk.

Xianghuang looked around, walked to one of the jars and leaned over to look around. The intoxicating aroma of wine came to his nostrils, and he could vaguely see a reflection in the jar: "Wanwan, it seems to be wine."

She walked quickly back to Wanwan's side and whispered.

Wanwan nodded, her pretty brows furrowed: "This place is too unusual."

Xianghuang also nodded again and again: "How about we leave now?" She just said it before, and she will definitely not act recklessly.

With the weird atmosphere in Zailai Town now, and what Luo Chen said earlier, it would be hard for Xianghuang not to think about it.

The main problem is that Xianghuang can't even judge what kind of situation this is.

Seeing that it was getting late and there was no time to ask the people in the town what happened, Xiang Huang's first thought was to take Wanwan and find a safe place first.

Seeing Xianghuang like this, Wanwan was delighted, but also worried.

Ever since she got to know this little bamboo, she has been foolishly trying to deal with the harassing evil spirits regardless of her own safety, but, because of her pretended weakness, she began to change her behavior.

Is this change good or bad?

Wanwan herself has a thousand years of ghost cultivation, so she naturally knows that this kind of experience is the way to truly improve her cultivation.

Her strength lies not only in diligent cultivation, but also in the countless battles of life and death.

But what Xianghuang lacks the most is this.

She has the will to experience and become stronger, but she still prioritizes protecting Wanwan's safety.

Wanwan couldn't help but think of what the old man Wuji said when he saw Xianghuang's Polygonatum odoratum. It wasn't that she was worrying unfoundedly. She never believed in luck, so she had already imagined all kinds of situations that might be caused by Xianghuang's unknown life experience.

"Little Bamboo—" Wanwan called out to Xianghuang who wanted to drag her back to the town, but she couldn't think of any reason to persuade her naturally.

Before Wanwan finished speaking, another voice took up Wanwan's voice.

"Wait a minute, I can't get out of town now." An old voice suddenly sounded, obviously it was Xianghuang and Wanwan.

The two followed the sound and looked over. The few people on the street glanced at them in a hurry, but quickly looked away, and quickly returned to their own house.

That look, as if he was afraid to avoid something.

As for the one who called Xianghuang and Wanwan to stop, it was an old man with a stooped back not far away, dressed in ordinary coarse linen clothes, and looked not in good spirits.

"You two, at this hour, you can't, you can't leave the town." He walked up to the two, probably at a faster speed, and said earnestly, panting.

"Old man, what's going on?" Xiang Huang looked at the person in front of him suspiciously.

The old man took a few breaths, finally recovered his breath, and sighed: "This matter... It's getting dark soon, if you don't mind, go to my small shop first, and I'll talk to you slowly."

Xianghuang looked at Wanwan hesitantly.

Wanwan just looked at the old man, he didn't have any demonic or ghostly aura, he was really a person.

And it seems that the yang energy is not strong, and it is estimated that there are not many years to live.

Seeing that Xianghuang hesitated, the old man sighed again: "Nowadays you are in this town, there will be no inns to keep guests. It is unlucky for you to come here, just in time for these three days, hey."

It is impossible to say that Xianghuang is not curious.

Seeing the frowning faces of the old man, and seeing the occasional fear of people in a hurry in the town, Xianghuang really wanted to know what happened in this town.

"Then let's bother the old man." Finally, it was Wanwan who made the decision.

She saw the curiosity and eagerness in Xianghuang's eyes.

No matter what, even if Xianghuang finds out, she will keep her safe.

After all, this is the dumb bamboo she likes.

Seeing the two nodding their heads, the old man also heaved a sigh of relief, turned around and walked towards the other end: "Then you two, come with me, this way, it's faster."

He looked up at the sky, and even though his legs and feet were already weak, he still tried his best to speed up his walking, as if he was afraid of something.

It seems that the vision of coming back to the town started after dark.

Now, the sky has begun to darken, a gust of wind blows, but there are only three Xianghuang people on the whole street.

There are open wine jars in front of the houses on both sides of the road. It is obviously summer in mid-June, but it makes people feel a little chilly.

"By the way, my surname is Xu. When I come to this town again, most of them are surnamed Xu. According to my grandfather, this place used to be just an inconspicuous small village called Xujia Village." Walking to a small shop, Uncle Xu said while taking down the lantern hanging outside the house.

The lantern was red, but it was freshly pasted red paper, with big wine characters written on it, it should be a wine shop.

Several wine jars have been placed outside the shop, and they are all opened, and the aroma of wine can be smelled from inside.

"Come in first, both of you. I'll ask my granddaughter to prepare two more dishes." Uncle Xu pushed open the door and walked in, saying to Xianghuang and his wife.

"Old man, you don't need to add special dishes, you can do whatever you want." Xiang Huang hurriedly said, looking at the old man Xu's shop, probably the business is not very good, and it looks a bit decayed.

Uncle Xu smiled: "It's okay, my granddaughter and I are the only two people in my family. If there are two more people, it will be more popular." He said, carrying the lantern and walking in, "You will be here in the next three days. Let me stay here, everyone said that even if it is daytime in these three days, if you leave without authorization and come back to the town, you will encounter those things."

Seeing Uncle Xu walk in, Xianghuang and Wanwan ignored him.

"Wanwan, those things refer to..." Xianghuang guessed, judging from what he saw now, he probably wasn't a monster who was used to living alone or in small groups.

Wanwan nodded: "Don't worry too much, since the old man Xu said so, there should be a way. Judging by the appearance of the people in this town, I'm afraid this is not something that happened in recent years."

That kind of numb and resigned expression cannot be formed without a certain period of precipitation.

After a while, old man Xu came out again, carrying two small pots, and said with a smile: "Xiu'er is preparing it, it will take a while, I have warmed up some wine here, you two have a taste. "

Seeing him greet, Xianghuang and Wanwan also sat down around the table.

After finishing the wine in the glass, Wanwan said, "Old man Xu, did you say that something happened in the town in the past three days?"

Old Uncle Xu sighed for a long time, most of the smile on his face disappeared again, and he drank the wine in his glass: "It's a long story, but you don't know it. During these three days every year, when it gets dark, you will come to the town again." There will be many guests from the other end, all over the street and town."

"In these three days, let alone come to the town again, even if it is ten miles outside the town, they are all those 'guests'."

Xianghuang and Wanwan knew in their hearts that their guess was right, it was a ghost.

But they didn't expect that after listening to what old man Xu said, it would be a situation full of lonely souls and wild ghosts.

Hundred ghosts, nocturnal.

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