This stench was really fierce and urgent. Both An Jue and Wei Fang were caught off guard by this disgusting smell. One couldn't help but turned his head and vomited directly. When he came out, the other had a livid face and frowned, obviously enduring it very hard.

Among the heaps of stumps and rotten flesh, the stele was still inserted in the soil quietly. Wei Fang tried it, but it still didn't move even with great effort.

An Jue spat twice, the stomach acid left in his mouth made him uncomfortable, so he simply blocked his sense of smell, otherwise he really couldn't stay in this crappy place.

On the surface, the stele was only the size of a turning head, but in fact it was just the tip of the iceberg. It was unknown how much was buried underground. An Jue took a breath and asked Wei Fang, "Do you still want to dig?"

Wei Fang hummed without giving any explanation. Seeing this, An Jue consciously hid far away.

He walked slowly around the palace, looking slowly, originally just to pass the time, but he really noticed something in this circle of wandering.

Originally, this hall looked like a two-color hall from the outside, and the two colors of yin and yang each accounted for half of the country.

But An Jue found that the half of the sun was stained with blood for some reason, as if a drop of cinnabar was soaked in water and spread out.The shaded half was also slightly faded, as if it had been washed countless times by water.

An Jue's heart was beating a little, but he didn't show it on his face.He returned to the stele, and said softly to Wei Fang, who was profusely sweating: "Something seems wrong..."

Wei Fang raised his eyebrows slightly after hearing the whole story. "I expected well, and I have to keep digging."

An Jue was puzzled: "Why?"

When he was on Jixi Mountain earlier, Tang Di often picked out some booklets of anecdotes that recorded strange people and strange things from all over the mainland of Kyushu for Wei Fang to read to lull him to sleep. One of the books called "Old Stories of Taoxi" recorded such one thing:

More than a hundred years after the war, two visions suddenly appeared in the frontier of Yangzhou: one is a thick ink lake, and the other is a red sea.The two stood side by side but never blended in. Every dark day, unknown people always broke into it, and they were trapped to death without knowing the direction.

There are three oddities:

On a dark day, the dead are all men, and they are all buried in the vast sea; on the new day, all the dead are women, and they all drown in the big swamp; The yin-yang fish Taijitu died suddenly at the junction of Daze and Hanhai.

The second is that the great marsh and the desert are mysterious and unpredictable on weekdays, and countless people want to investigate but have no way out. They can only spy on one or two days on a fixed day every month.

The place where the big swamp and the vast sea meet the three is erratic and has no rules to follow, but they never leave the boundary of Yangzhou.

In Yuzhou, there was a great spiritual cultivator who wandered in the clouds. He was surprised by the words and determined to investigate one or two.But it turns out that this is the place where the demons raise their souls!

The demons came quickly and cunningly. After the defeat of World War II, the whole family was severely injured and almost wiped out. Most of the remaining demons were also sealed. Only a few remnants are still struggling in the world. They want to use human flesh and blood to nourish the dead spirits of the demons, hoping that one day The great cause can be restored.

An Jue was confused, frowned and asked Wei Fang: "How does this story relate to this place?"

Wei Fang sneered, and said with a little sarcasm in his tone: "Isn't this also a place to raise souls!"

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