Chapter 23 Breaking into the Ghost City

Outside Southern Zhejiang City, Ouyang Hongye took out a cigarette bag from her arms, lit it with a finger, and asked Wang Yue, "Would you like to have a bite?"

"No, I'd better drink my bar." Wang Yue held a small wine jug in her hands and siged beautifully.

Ouyang Hongye couldn't help laughing: "Did you steal the old man's wine again?"

Wang Yue said sways every time: "Why is it called stealing? It's so unpleasant! He didn't drink his wine even if he put it there. The wine is for drinking, not for appreciating it.

Ouyang Hongye shook his head, looked at the wind and fire standing on the side, and then winking at the moon.

"Hey, do you want to take a sip to relieve fatigue?" Wang Yue raised the wine juke and shook it to the wind and fire sitting not far away.

Fenghuo took a look. Although he was itchy, he swallowed saliva in his stomach and stubbornly turned his head to one side.

"I can't help it. They don't appreciate it." Wang Yue shook her head helplessly and whispered, and continued to drink by herself. "Originally, this small pot of wine was not even enough for me."

Ouyang Hongye originally wanted to resolve the gap between wind and fire before entering the city. Although they were divided into two camps in the royal city, since they embarked on the road of jointly looking for the talisman to save the demon world, they could not always hold those differences and prejudices. Even if he is not willing, he can't resist each other, at least work together for the time being, but now it doesn't seem easy. He has to worry that once he enters the Southern Zhejiang City, the wind and fire will affect the whole plan because he has a grudge with everyone. Just now, when he talked with Wang Yue, he had been staring at Fenghuo's expression with the afterglow. He vaguely felt that something flashed in the eyes of Fenghuo when talking about the prosperity of Southern Zhejiang City. Can this become an entry point? He decided to have a try.

He deliberately asked in the wind and fire, "I remember that the owner of Southern Zhejiang is also a leopard demon family. Is it like this?"

"He is the most prominent one in our leopard demon family." The wind and fire involuntarily blurted out, and then consciously regretted it.

Ouyang Hongye couldn't help smiling and continued to ask, "You are both princes. Your friendship should be very unusual, right? What kind of person is the owner of Southern Zhejiang City?

Fenghuo didn't want to continue talking to Ouyang Hongye, but now that he had said the first sentence, he couldn't help showing off: "Well, we are all a leopard demon family, and we are the most prominent one in the same family. He is older than me, and I call him brother. When Southern Zhejiang City was still prosperous, he often invited me to visit the city. I should know more about the terrain in the city than the two of you.

Ouyang Hongye quickly echoed when he saw the situation: "Yes, yes, I haven't been here many times. After entering the city, I still need your guidance."

Unexpectedly, the words of the wind and fire can't be stopped: "The lord of Southern Zhejiang is extremely smart. Not long after he became the lord of the city, the barren land has become prosperous, and he is not as smart as ten thousand people.

Wang Yue also intervened: "Since he is so smart, why was he deceived by Qingyun?"

"Alas, I'm not too obsessed with the art of stone into gold! For hundreds of years, he has been sending people around looking for ways to achieve this technique, but he has never succeeded. Since Qingyun came to Southern Zhejiang City, he demonstrated in front of him and many people in the city that the so-called five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth were dissolved into the water. In an instant, the water turned into gold. He told the owner of Southern Zhejiang that no matter how much powder is sprinkled into any **, ** will become real gold.

"Isn't there any doubt that the owner of Southern Zhejiang is so shrewd?"

"Seeing a bowl of water turning into bright gold in front of his eyes, how can such a ** resist him who has been addicted to this technique for hundreds of years?"

"Then why did he think of sprinkling that kind of powder into the river in Southern Zhejiang City?"

"One of his cronies was bought by Qingyun and offered advice to him. As long as the powder is sprinkled into the river, the whole river can instantly turn into gold. From then on, there is no place comparable to the wealth of southern Zhejiang. After listening to his words, the lord of Southern Zhejiang issued an order to sprinkle powder into the river, which caused disaster to the whole city.

"Is there really no way to solve the poison of mourning?" The more Wangyue listened, the more interested he became.

"The incubation period of this poison is a few days, and the symptoms are not obvious when the virus first occurs. When the disease begins, most people in the city have been poisoned. There is still a medicine to solve this poison before it enters the body, but once it attacks, there is no way, because it has already penetrated into the bone marrow by the time of attack. When it came to what Fenghuo knew, he was out of control, with a loud voice and a proud face.

"What will happen if you are bitten by a bereaved ghost?" Wang Yue put down the wine pot and continued to ask.

"Being biting is not fatal, but once those guys smell blood, their strength and sense of smell will double, and they will attract more companions and become more difficult to deal with."

"It's really terrible. I don't know how many mourning ghosts there are in this city." Wang Yue sighed.

"That's a lot! There is purgatory, full of hungry and unbearable mourners, and the bones of the dead who were eaten into the city, leaving only empty buildings, like ghost houses! That's why I don't want to go there!" The wind and fire inevitably told the truth.

Wang Yue looked at the towering wall, and the thick fog on the city, sighed with emotion: "This city has been sealed like this for more than ten years?"

Ouyang Hongye answered, "Otherwise, what can we do? After the war, the demon world has been fragmented. How can there be no spare time to remove so many mourners? Since this city has become an abandoned city, although we are reluctant to give up, we have to let it waste there."

The wind and fire sighed for a long time. After the war, the demon world, as Ouyang Hongye said, was already fragmented and unbearable. How can such a demon world withstand the second attack of Qingyun? How can it have another deadly decisive battle with Qingyun? Even a powerful king like his godfather, Lion Wang Cheng, has become depressed early. He has little hope for the future of the demon world. What can he change by himself? Looking around, how can I find a comrade-in-arms who is willing to fight side by side with him and not afraid of death? What kind of reason will he be willing to shed his blood for the demon world as he did in the past? The breath pressed between his chest made him sigh very hard, because there were many inexhaustible entanglements in his heart: "Do we have to go into the city anyway?"

Ouyang Hongye replied firmly: "In order to see the records about Tianfu in the city, we can only go deep into the tiger's den and fight to the death!"

Fenghuo still resisted: "That's just a rumor. If not, won't we put ourselves in an extremely dangerous situation?"

"What? Are you afraid again? Wang Yue said provocatively.

"How can I...? Well, I'm just afraid that if it's just a rumor, we're not wasting our time. Feng Huo defended unconvincedly.

Ouyang Hongye on one side has made up his mind: "Wait for me!"

After saying that, he took the lead in flying and jumped into the high wall of southern Zhejiang. With not much effort, he turned back from the other end of the wall with three rags in his hand.

"You take this. This is what I picked up from the city. It is the clothes worn by the people in the city. They have already been stained with the smell of the bereaved ghost's body, and it is not easy to be found when they are mixed in the air. And this cotton, which plugs the ears to resist the sound waves they make. Ouyang Hongye handed the two rags in his hand to Wangyue and Fenghuo respectively, and then took out a few small cotton balls from his pocket and gave them to them together.

In fact, the most painful thing about wearing this kind of clothes is him. He has always been obsessed with cleanliness. He gritted his teeth before he put the remaining worn clothes on his body. The smell of the clothes made him look contemptuously.

Wang Yue didn't care about it and put on the shabby clothes. He has always been a casual person. This little thing is not difficult for him. He looked at the wind and fire with disdainful eyes: "How about it, wind and fire? Otherwise, you can stay here and watch the luggage and wait for us to come back.

"How can my leopard demon family, who has experienced a hundred battles, be scared by the bereaved ghosts? Let's go!" As soon as Fenghuo heard this, he was enraged again. He angrily put on the clothes handed over by Ouyang Hongye and walked to the wall as he spoke.

The wind and fire climbed over the wall, but it was difficult to fly up. The more it was, the more poisonous gas floated, which made it difficult to breathe. Hongye and Wangyue also followed closely. As soon as they fell to the ground, several mourners came towards them. Their dry bodies were wrapped in ragged clothes, their whole faces were deformed by atrophy, and their empty pupils and protruding teeth looked particularly frighten.

Ouyang Hongye made a gesture to remind everyone to keep quiet in place. First, let's see how the mourners reacted to them. The mourners moved towards them and stayed beside them for a while. They were deceived by the clothes wrapped around them and left in the other direction.

They leaned forward on the side of the street, and the mourners wandered all over the street, making a sad cry. It was a cry caused by hunger. They had no feeling any more, only hunger that could never be filled. They try to avoid the places where the ghosts gather, but after all, there are so many ghosts in the city that they have direct contact with them from time to time. They avoided the siege of the bereaved ghost several times in the previous way, but it began to be more and more difficult to reach the old palace in the center of the city completely without a bloodshed.

I don't know if the bereaved ghosts still have habitual memories, the closer they are to the palace, the more they will be. Although the ears are blocked by cotton, the sound waves emitted by the mourning ghosts continue to concentrate still make Ouyang Hongye and others have headaches and impetuousness, especially the impatient people like Fenghuo, who are more and more difficult to ignore the intrusion of this sound waves. However, in order not to cause a large-scale concentrated attack on the mourners, they can't curse or shout. This taste makes the chest of the wind and fire seem to be picked up by a huge hand. The dark picture in his eyes is full of an unprecedented breath of near death, which reminds him of the war 16 years ago, and the defense of the whole Wangcheng Yongchuan was completely captured. He and the soldiers in the army divided into two ways, covering the people in the city and retreating to the trenches outside the battlefield behind the city. All the way, he attracted the main force of the enemy and fought and retreated to the Chenji Palace.

The whole black stone floor of Yongchuan City was stained with blood. The wind and fire watched his companions fall one by one, gradually changing from pain to numbness. Because the pain could not change anything. All he could do was to kill the enemy who came to invade like a machine. He didn't remember how many injuries he had suffered on his body. The pain of his body and the pain of his heart disappeared without a trace. He just kept waving the knife in his hand and cutting it down! Cut it down! Cut it down!

"Wind and fire! Wind and fire! Stop it! You brought them all over!"

Who was shouting his name and pulled back his wandering consciousness? He found that he was cutting down a mourner with the big axe in his hand. Many mourners have fallen in front of him, and more and more mourners are coming from all directions. He remembered that they were transmitting information by sound waves. He must have just been covered up his mind. Now his behavior has caused a lot of trouble for everyone. Ouyang Hongye stood in front of him to resist the successive bereaved ghosts. Wang Yue locked his shoulders with her arms and dragged him back. He didn't know how long he had been protected by the two of them like this.