The Great Tao Chronicle

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Liangjie Mountain spreads for tens of thousands of miles, and it is not the first mountain in the Northwest Road, but it is also very famous in the land of Youzhou.

It's just that this one is famous, but it's not because of the abundance of production, but the mountains in these two worlds are the most dangerous. Among them, there are nine and eighteen bends, and there are often murderous people hiding in them.

To be able to travel at night and hide in the mountains, for ordinary people, he is naturally an unparalleled murderer.

However, because there are strange minerals in the mountains of the Two Realms, there are naturally people who build cities here.

Liangjie City is the city on the edge of Youzhou, the closest city to Liangjie Mountain. Its name also comes from this mountain.

This city has been around for a long time, and it was considered a big city in the previous dynasties. However, as the mining of the nearby mines was completed, the city gradually withered away, and there was no longer the prosperity of previous years.

But after all, it is a not-so-small city, and naturally there are quite a lot of people living in it.

In the prosperous land, there are ways to live in the prosperous land.

Two Realms City, Outer City.

squeak~

Wang Er opened the door and stretched out in the scorching sun. Although the sun was in the west, the sun was still huge, and it was warm on him.

Wang Er just woke up, but a touch of drowsiness rose again, but after glancing at the humble mourning hall in the yard, he closed his mouth to yawn.

"Every day, in addition to getting drunk, I just go to gamble. Your mother is tall today, and she doesn't even have a single stick of incense at home. If your mother comes back today, I'm afraid she won't tear you up!"

The sharp voice sounded, and the mustache on Wang Er's face trembled in fright, and his thin face suddenly turned white.

The one who shouted was a woman of about thirty or forty with loose hair.

At this moment, the woman put her hands on her hips, her face was full of irritability and anger, and with a cry, Wang Er's drowsiness was frightened away.

"That's my mother! It's so wicked and cruel, she also tore up you bitch!"

Wang Er shrank his neck.

"This is your mother, not my mother!"

The woman's voice was sharp, she stretched out her hand, and put her stunned son in her hand: "I'll take my son back to his mother's house, you can worship that old thing yourself!"

Saying that, he took the large and small bags that he had packed long ago and went out the door angrily, leaving nothing valuable at home.

Except for this rented yard.

"Go away! Go away! Go away!"

Wang Er didn't admit defeat, but after glancing at the mourning hall in the yard, he still went out cursing.

It's not that he wants to buy some incense candles, but that he himself has to go out and grab a meal. At home, there's probably nothing to eat.

The Two Realms City is not prosperous, and the outer city is especially dirty. As soon as you go out, the stench of feces and urine wafts into your nostrils, causing Wang Er to curse again:

"Which one has a prolapsed **** and urinated in front of grandpa's door! Don't let grandpa find you, or you'll have to be filled in the cesspool and fed to maggots..."

Wang Er cursed for a while, which attracted the attention of everyone, but no one was willing to pay attention to him.

"That's all for the money... Or take a gamble, win, and pick up a pig's head to eat, isn't it better than this fading bird's face?"

Wang Er was bored with the discussion, and walked out of the street on tiptoe. He wanted to eat a bowl of noodles, but he touched the few pennies left in his pocket, turned his head, and rubbed his hands into the gambling stall.

"Aunt Wang has suffered all her life, but now she is relieved. It's good or bad. With such a son on the stall, if he really lives to be three hundred years old, that's suffering."

"Her daughter-in-law is not a good thing, otherwise, why would she go back to her parents' home for the first time? I'm afraid that she was treated harshly before her death, but now she's afraid?"

"I really hope that there are ghosts in the world, and these beasts..."

"Oh, don't talk about it, that Wang Er's hob is like meat, if it sticks to it, you can't get rid of it..."

Some people looked at this scene and shook their heads in their hearts, but no one said anything.

"Pfft!"

As it was almost dusk, there were several scoldings from the gambling stalls, and a figure was thrown out.

"Ouch!"

Wang Er screamed and lay on the ground. For a long time, seeing no one came out to support him, he got up angrily.

Squeezing his belly, which was as shriveled as a purse, Wang Er found himself in trouble.

It took a while to fill his stomach with dead skin and rotten face. Wang Er hiccupped before walking towards the house unsteadily.

After stepping on some **** for a while, Wang Er, who had a bad face, walked to the front of his yard.

"The prodigal girl, light the oil lamp?!"

Glancing at the shimmering light from the crack of the door, Wang Er was furious, kicked the courtyard door open with one kick, and cursed when he saw the figure in the courtyard.

"...Wait, didn't you go back to your parents' house? Why didn't you get out?"

After scolding for a few words, he didn't get a response, Wang Er noticed something was wrong, he raised his head suddenly, and saw in the yard, the wicked woman in the house turned pale, looking at him like she had seen a ghost.

"Fuck!"

Wang Er was startled, turned his head subconsciously, and his body suddenly trembled. Under the gloomy night, a shadow that was obviously darker than the surrounding night was standing in front of the gate of his own courtyard.

Click!

With the wind whistling, the door slammed shut.

"My mother!"

At this moment, Wang Er felt his legs go weak and almost fell to his knees: "Mother, I, I am your son, no, don't eat me..."

"Yeah! Ghost, ghost!"

The woman was even more unbearable, she collapsed on the ground with her son in her arms, and the sullen anger spread under her.

"Son..."

It was cold and cold, as if the cold wind blown from the tomb made Wang Er's whole body stiff.

Shadow turned around to reveal the dead spots on his pale face, and his unwavering eyes stared at Wang Er and the frightened woman who was oozing with feces and urine.

"Mother, mother..."

The two were so frightened that they never imagined that there are really ghosts in this world, and their old lady has really returned to her soul.

Thinking of their previous behavior, the two of them burst into tears and cried again and again.

"Son..."

The little old lady in the shroud spoke quietly, as if she was crying and complaining: "Mother is so hungry, so hungry..."

"Mother..."

Wang Er was originally panicking, but at this time, he didn't know where the courage came from. He jumped up and kicked the woman who was rolling with excrement and urine, with a sharp voice that almost tore his throat:

"Don't go and cook for our mother!!!"

"what!"

The woman was almost kicked to death, but she came back to her senses and crawled towards the kitchen with both hands and feet.

Wang Er was faster than her and ran into the kitchen in a blink of an eye. In the blink of an eye, only the stupid son was left in the yard, staring blankly at the shrouded lady.

After a long while, she let out a cry: "Mother, I, I'm hungry too..."

"hungry......"

The night wind picked up, blowing across the sky, making a sound like Devil May Cry, faintly, like chewing, and the sound of grinding teeth drifted away with the wind.

"Mother, mother, eat slowly..."

Holding the bowl, Wang Er shivered as he looked at the old lady who had no shadow under the oil lamp, her eyes turned white, and she was overly frightened.

The old lady in the shroud was holding the bowl, her face gloomy and stiff.

The woman huddled in a corner with her son in her arms, she didn't even dare to lift her head, she was trembling more than Wang Er.

"It's really a picture of a mother's kindness and filial piety, which makes you cry..."

At a certain moment, a deep voice that seemed to be uttered by the two of them in unison rang out in the quiet courtyard where there was only the sound of chewing.

"Who?"

Wang Er suddenly raised his head, only to see two figures looming in the darkness of night.

One person was wearing a white robe, and the other person was wearing a black robe, his face was even darker, looking at him gloomily like two ghosts.

This, this is...

Wang Er's surprise immediately froze on his face, and the grayish-white color visible to the naked eye spread between his eyebrows.

It seems that in the next instant, he will be scared to death!

"Nothing, impermanence!"

The woman screamed, raised her head and fainted.

"Ah!"

And the one who reacted more than the two of them was the old woman in the shroud who was chewing with a porcelain bowl.

She let out a sharp cry, but like a frightened hen, she suddenly protected Wang Er, who was pale and almost scared to death.

"Mother..."

His body trembled, and a mouthful of bad breath flowed out from his nose and mouth. Wang Er trembled, his eyes were dull, and he seemed to have no idea what was going on.

"Funny!" "Funny!"

"Sad!" "Angry!"

In the darkness of the night, Black and White both spoke together, the man in white shook his head and sighed, while the man in black was expressionless, but they all looked at the trembling but still screaming old woman in shroud:

"It's really ridiculous to be dignified, to be reduced to this point..."

"Roar~"

The old lady in shroud was roaring as if she was facing a formidable enemy, as if she might rush forward at any time.

Black and white didn't care about her growl, they just looked at the old woman with curiosity.

Daxia, even for them, is extremely mysterious, there are too many things in it, and there is no solution at this time.

For example, back then, there were 84,000 'gods of value' in Daxia, who guarded the Jiuding, the continents, the mountains and wild places, and the Lingquan and secluded pools.

Some of these 'gods of value' include some demons, some aliens, and the most of them ~www.readwn.com~ are 'ghosts'!

"I really don't know what method the Tianshi Mansion used to enchant the 'God of Value Earth'. After all these years, Daxia has died and his memory is gone, but he is still able to resist the invasion of Yin Sha and resentment. …”

The man in white was amazed.

Between the heaven and the earth, there are endless secrets, and among them there is the evil spirit of resentment. These resentments fill the space between the heaven and the earth like a sea of ​​ink.

The soul of any deceased person will be irresistibly infected, distorted, and obliterated if there is no secret technique to reach the heavens.

But any secret method needs to be performed by someone. This old woman can see at a glance that she has no consciousness, but she can still maintain her own purity and not be distorted.

This is also extremely incredible for them.

"Take it and you'll know!"

However, the man in black robe was simply incomparable. Before the voice of the man in white robe could finish, he was already grasping with his fingers, but as soon as he grabbed it, he grabbed the roaring old woman in the palm of his hand.

"Maybe we went to the wrong place..."

He casually suppressed the old woman, Wang Er, who had a sluggish and terrified look just now in the black robe, with disdain and suspicion on his dark face:

"Just relying on him, he is also worthy to open up the passage between Yin and Yang in the town of King Yu of the Great Xia?!"

"Your Majesty, there is nothing wrong."

However, the man in white felt a movement in his heart, as if he had sensed something, and when he looked back, he saw a slightly rudimentary donkey cart in the night breeze.

Came slowly from a distance.