Step on.

There was a sound of horse hooves coming from the official road.

A dark face sticks out from the grass, with thin and sunken facial features and slender neck.

A moment later, I saw a red horse running from far to near, and there was a young man in brocade robe on the horse's back.

Xilulu!

Zhou Yi tweaked the reins and the horse stopped in an instant. A discerning person must praise the cleverness of equestrian skills.

"Brother-in-law, how far is it from Lihua Station in front?"

The dark-faced slowly stood up, and the torn clothes he was wearing were covered with unknown layers, dyed into grass green, and his voice was sharp and as if squeezed out of his slender neck.

"Lihuayi, it's gone long ago."

"When did it not happen? What happened?"

Zhou Yi frowned slightly, but was not surprised that the last stop of the Zhulin Station had become a wilderness.

"It's been three or four years. I heard that it's a tiger eating people or something. I'm from another place."

The dark-faced looked at the bulging package on the horse's back and begged, "Do you have food and salt? I'll exchange the fruit for you."

"Need not."

Zhou Yi took out a small bag of cakes, threw them on the ground, shaking the reins and continuing to rush along the official road.

The packages on the horse's back were just a cover-up, and were basically scattered to the refugees on the road.

After a moment.

The official road turned around and entered an uninhabited village.

The village has long been covered with trees, and the ruins are dyed with moss. When riding a horse, you can occasionally find wild beasts gnawing on the remaining bones from the corners of the walls and roads.

"This is what Daqian is really like. Luojing is prosperous and life is comfortable, and it is just an exception."

Zhou Yi had seen this kind of scene from the memory of demons, and had encountered many along the way. However, every time he saw it with his own eyes, he still couldn't help but sigh.

This is the boundary of Jingzhou and belongs to one of the three prefectures in the northern border of Daqian.

In Jingchangzhou, which is facing the White Lotus Road in the east, there are often disasters among demons and demons.

The sixteen prefectures of Daqian are divided into north and south from the Liangshan Mountains. In the north, there are six prefectures of Luo, Jing, Wei, Tai, Feiyun and Jingchang.

Zhou Yi went north from Luojing, and the further away from Kyoto, the more desolate the people became.

The post station in Luozhou can still be one hundred miles away. After entering the boundary of Jingzhou, it will take two or three hundred miles to transfer. On the contrary, the investigation is becoming more and more strict. Fortunately, the brand of the Demon-Slaying Department is easy to use, and no soldiers dare to make things difficult for blackmail.

Hengyang is located in Guning County, Jingzhou, and is close to Guning County. It is expected to cross the Shepan Mountain in front tonight and arrive in another three to five days.

The deserted village is not large, and the red horse passes through it quickly.

Quagua —

A series of unheard screams came.

On the shiny and skinless dead trees at the head of the village, rows of crows were squatting, connecting them into black lines, and the branches seemed to turn into dark demons' minions.

Quagua —

When the crow saw the red horse running, it not only did not fly away, but instead screamed happier.

Zhou Yi narrowed his eyes and clearly saw that the crow's pupils were red, and the blue sky and white sun were like red light spots shaking.

Use the Qi-Sighting Technique to check, the crow's body was filled with a rich gray-black evil aura.

Crows like to eat rot, and only when they often devour dead people and transform into demons will they have red-eyed visions.

Zhou Yi rode his horse past the dead tree, and the restless crows screamed in surprise, and three or four hundred people flew up like a dark cloud, and they all rushed over.

"court death!"

A sword light rose into the air and shuttled through the crows.

Black feathers were everywhere, blood splattered everywhere, and the ground was dyed black red in an instant, and crows were corpses everywhere.

The jujube horse's breath was stable, and it was not surprising that it was too many, so it ran towards the snake coiled mountain calmly.

The Jingzhou Post Station was abandoned, and Zhou Yi never changed his horse for ten consecutive days. In order not to exhaust his jujube horse, he could only use his magic power to maintain his physical strength.

Zhou Yi sometimes doubts whether it is a person riding a horse or a horse riding a man.

The deserted village has completely returned to silence.

After a long time, a dark face emerged from behind the broken wall.

Looking at the dead trees at the village head from afar, I found that the trees were bare and there were a large area of ​​internal organs on the ground.

The dark-faced man swallowed and spitted, slowly touched the dead tree, and the red-eyed crow was dead.

"I have meat to eat, but what should I do in the future?"

...

Zhou Yi rode his horse all the way into the Snake Pan Mountain.

The forest is deep and the leaves are dense, and the ancient trees are towering in the sky, and the light becomes darker.

The mountain road is rugged and has been completely submerged by weeds. The official road that was once judging from the sparse trees.

Zhou Yi thought he would be able to cross the Snake Pan Mountain tonight and then go all the smooth roads along the plains, but the weather was not good.

Boom-

The dark clouds in the sky gathered rapidly, and muffled thunder rolled among the clouds.

The mountain rain came very quickly, and a moment went from the blue sky and the day turned into heavy rain.

Zhou Yi's magic power penetrated the body and condensed into an invisible and materially large umbrella, blocking the rain.

I ran several miles of mountain road.

Thunder and lightning shine, illuminating the rain curtain, and vaguely seeing a temple located in the mountains.

Zhou Yi drove his horse over to shelter from the rain. When he got close, he saw clearly that it was a mountain temple, but it looked extremely broken, with air leaking everywhere, and the white ash on the walls were wiped clean.

The mountains are stormy and the walls are shaking.

Zhou Yi tied the horse outside and pushed open the temple door and went in. There were already seven or eight people cooking inside. It seemed that they were doing business.

The Shangtou man pressed his hand on his waist. Seeing that Zhou Yi was alone at such a young age, he lowered his head and continued to chew on the cake.

The statue of the mountain god in the temple was broken and fell to the ground, and was sitting under his butt by the merchant as a bench.

Zhou Yi cleared out an open space, sat silently on the package, waiting for the rain to pass.

The head man looked at Zhou Yi strangely. His clothes were soaked and he didn't make a fire. He rushed to rest and did not eat. He quietly touched his companion with his feet.

The companion immediately understood, moved in a direction, and sat facing Zhou Yi.

Boom-

Thunder kept roaring, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

The merchants dried their clothes and boiled water. The atmosphere was no longer so depressing and they began to talk and laugh.

The world is difficult, so you can’t live a life in tears.

There are mostly family stories and dirty jokes, and who is a woman stealing a man, whose son is not his biological son, or who is in good health and who is half-closing the door will not be allowed to go.

"Have you heard about Guning?"

One of them said that attracted Zhou Yi's attention.

"Who doesn't know yet, haunted, what's so rare about this kind of thing!"

"That can't be haunted all the time. It's been more than a year and I haven't stopped and I dare not sell goods."

Some people couldn't help but complain: "If you catch it, you will be arrested and arrested, people will be panicked. Can't officials prevent it in advance?"

"Ahem! You guys are spoiling, what are you talking nonsense!"

The head man kicked the man and glanced at Zhou Yi in secret: "Nothing haunted, how can I catch him? Just say something that I can't give birth to a son!"

The man seemed to realize that he had said the wrong thing and quickly changed the subject.

Squeak.

The temple gate was pushed open again.

The one who came in was a scholar wearing a Confucian scarf. He was fat and muddy all over, as if he was rolling through the mud.

The bookcase in my arms was washed away by the rain, and it was dripping with water outside in a sparse manner.

The scholar was very happy to see the fire, wiped the rain on his face, and carefully placed the bookcase on the altar.

"I am in Du Si, a native of Hengyang, and I plan to travel to Beijing. The mountains and roads are slippery, and I accidentally lost my package."

Du Si was so embarrassed that he still bowed politely: "Brother, can you borrow a fire and roast a clothes?"

The head man looked at the scholar, touched the peace talisman in his arms, and nodded slightly.

Seeing this, the merchant next to him divided the fire into a fire and ignited it, and also helped the scholar fill in the dry firewood.
Chapter completed!