Urban Witcher

"No, that kind of lantern will only be hung up when performing the ritual, and it will be taken away when it leaves. This is the principle of the magic world. Never leave any magic weapon on the scene, lest ordinary people find it. Forget it Alright, have you got the chewing gum, give me some."

Su Yan likes to eat chewing gum, which is the bottled xylitol. She chews a few if she has nothing to do, but she doesn't like to pack it. Every time she goes out, she puts it on Ye Xiaomu's body, and asks him for it when she wants to eat it.

"Bring it."

Ye Xiaomu took out chewing gum from his trousers pocket and gave it to her. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong. After thinking about it carefully, he suddenly remembered something, and asked Su Yan, "How many bottles of chewing gum did we buy this morning?"

"A bottle, what's the matter?"

"I remember too..."

Ye Xiaomu carefully recalled that before departure, he, Su Yan, went to the supermarket and bought some food. He forgot the chewing gum at the time, and Su Yan took a bottle from the shelf during checkout—she usually buys a lot. Because the only bottle left in that supermarket was her favorite flavor, she only bought one bottle and kept it here for herself.

But on the road, when I went to the toilet once, the chewing gum was obviously dropped into the toilet. Could it be that what was thrown was not chewing gum, what could it be?

Ye Xiaomu then laughed at himself that he was thinking too much. If he could take out the chewing gum from his pocket, it meant he didn't throw it away, and he kept thinking about what to do.

At this time Cao Weibo came back, Su Yan wondered why he had been away for so long.

"Haha, people have three urgencies, what can we do about it. Let's go. Be careful."

The three of them each took out their magic weapons, walked out of the woods, and arrived at the entrance of Fengmen Village, where they all stopped at the same time.

In front of the door of the house with the Taishi chair at the entrance of the village, there was a man squatting, holding a shovel in his hand, digging something by the side of the road.

"It's a human or a ghost!" Cao Weibo lowered his voice.

"Of course it's a ghost, look at his outfit!" Su Yan made a judgment.

I saw that this person was wearing the old gown and cloth shoes, with a whip on his head. He was obviously not a modern person—this is not a film set, and he couldn’t be making a movie, so there is only one explanation left, this is a ghost, and Not a contemporary ghost yet.

Ye Xiaomu also found that behind the ghost, the dilapidated house had been completely new, and it became a small courtyard with white walls and red tiles, and the sound of children playing could be heard from the courtyard.

Su Yan told Ye Xiaomu and Cao Weibo to touch it from the side, hid outside a house, and looked over there.

"These houses are all new." Ye Xiaomu touched the outer wall of the house next to him and said.

The walls were of solid brick, and looked no more than twenty years old at the most.

"What's the matter, why are these houses new?" Cao Weibo was bewildered.

No one can answer this question.

Hiding in the corner, they finally saw clearly that the man in the long gown was repairing the flower garden at the door. There were several kinds of flowers planted in the flower garden, and some of them bloomed with bright red flowers.

Looking at the few houses on the side, they are all relatively ordinary small courtyards, none of which are as tall and spacious as this one, and there are two red lanterns hanging in front of this house, with candles inside, and you can see the couplets pasted on both sides of the gate , Shanglian: Vigorous Xirenli, Xialian: Huiguang Demen.

"This is a Confucian couplet. The host should be a scholar." Ye Xiaomu thought to himself.

"How do you know?" Cao Weibo asked.

"I have been interested in ancient literature since I was a child, and I have read many books on this subject."

Suddenly footsteps came from behind, and the three of them turned their heads to see that a person was walking close to the wall. The three of them were stunned on the spot. Cao Weibo was about to sacrifice the magic weapon immediately, but was stopped by Su Yan.

This man was dressed as a farmer, with a straw hat on his head, crooked as if he had drunk too much, and a bamboo basket on his arm.

"He doesn't seem to be able to see us." Su Yan said in a low voice, pulling the two of them to the side to give way, but the man really bowed his head and walked over without seeing them at all.

"Hello!"

Ye Xiaomu yelled bravely, but the man didn't seem to hear him, and walked over directly.

"Mr. Zhang, you're still tinkering with flowers and plants so late, why don't you go to the general's mansion to drink?" The drunk man greeted him in a very respectful tone as he passed by the door of the man passing the gown.

"The table hasn't started yet, we'll go later." Mr. Zhang didn't even lift his head.

"I just came back from a relative's house and brought some pomegranates. Mr. Zhang took a few to taste." The villagers walked over attentively, took out a few pomegranates from the bamboo basket, and held them to Mr. Zhang with both hands.

Mr. Zhang smiled lightly and said, "You can keep it for yourself."

"No, Mr. Zhang, this is my tribute to you. You should take it quickly, and I will feel at ease if you take it."

"Then I'll take two, it's a waste to have more."

Mr. Zhang took two, and no matter what the villagers tried to persuade him not to take any more, the villagers had no choice but to give up and said with a smile: "Well...Mr. You have the most knowledge, can you..."

Mr. Zhang was still digging the ground, and after a long silence, he said, "Let him come to my house tomorrow. Let me first agree. If it is a reading material, I will teach it carefully. If it is not, then don't blame me for leaving the house."

"Definitely!" The villager thanked him and left.

After tidying up the flowers and plants, Mr. Zhang straightened up, looked up at the sky, and was counting with one hand.

"Is he a mage?" Ye Xiaomu asked curiously.

Su Yan said: "Not necessarily, maybe he is a hexagram master. Although many Taoist priests can do hexagrams and divinations, on the other hand, those who can do hexagrams and divinations may not necessarily be mages."

At this time, two men in black came from the depths of the village, came to Mr. Zhang, bowed respectfully, and said, "Mr. Zhang, the wedding banquet is about to begin, and the general will invite you to be a witness. "

"Understood, go back and tell the general, I will be there soon."

After the two left, Mr. Zhang stood silently for a while, and then went back to the house.

"They can't see us, and they can't hear us, what's going on." Cao Weibo stared blankly at the two of them.

"Maybe, they are not ghosts, but illusions." Su Yan guessed.

"It's an illusion again!"

Cao Weibo's head got dizzy when he heard it.

Su Yan analyzed: "This illusion must be different from our previous ghost hitting the wall. It probably wasn't aimed at us. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to see the lights here from far away. Maybe it's something that happened in the past. What kind of spell is used to record it and repeat it again and again..."

Although this kind of thing is rare in the magic world, it is not impossible. It requires the caster to have powerful mana, and then use some kind of formation and material to record an experience. As long as the conditions are triggered, history can repeat itself.

From the current point of view, the time here should be the early days of Cunmen Village. After all, the two people just now were wearing ancient costumes, and the houses here are also intact.