Sister ruined my cultivation a hundred times

Chapter 132
Ye Wu was walking on the street, walking street by street seriously.

He found many interesting things.

For example, an old lady on the third street on the east has been walking back and forth repeatedly, as if holding something in her hand, but there is nothing there, only movements.

For example, on the road to the west, there was a native dog that kept barking and barking repeatedly. He really couldn't understand the dog's language, but at least there was Wang Defu who stayed by his side for so long, so he could somewhat feel what they meant.

The cry was always the same.

People are different, and people can still communicate all the time. What they say, what they do, and the plot of what happens are all changing.

But small animals are not so intelligent.

Ye Wu felt that this was also the key.

He pays attention to observe and count the animals here, not to mention chickens and ducks, there are [-] cats and dogs in total, each of them only moves on a fixed route, doing the same thing repeatedly.

Ye Wu sorted out the route and found that there is actually one thing in common.

They all seemed to pass by a house.

Ye Wu found the family.

It was an empty house.

Ye Wu grabbed an uncle and asked, "Uncle, who lives here?"

The uncle looked at the house, shook his head, and said, "No one has lived here for many years!"

"What about before?" Ye Wu continued to ask.

The uncle looked blankly, "I didn't have one before, did I? In my impression, this was an empty house when I was a child."

Ye Wu nodded slightly, looked at the dilapidated house, stepped forward, and gently pushed it away.

The house is already very dilapidated, and the grass on the ground is as tall as a person.

Ci Qiancheng on the tree smiled, a trace of loneliness flashed across his eyes.

And Ye Wu had already entered the room.

It's also very strange, obviously other places are dilapidated as if they are pushed down, but one room is still clean and tidy.

But the room is almost barren, with only a bed and a small bench.

There is a bamboo vase on the windowsill with an osmanthus flower inserted in it.

Ye Wu thought for a while, then ran out suddenly, and found the aunt who was still holding something.

She was coming out of the house, holding something heavy in her hand, and then walked to the intersection and put it on her shop, but there was nothing there.

Ye Wu looked around again, there were only two families away from the uninhabited house.

He frowned, does this have anything to do with it?

Ye Wu sat on the stone steps with a rabbit lamp in his hand, lost in thought.

What is that aunt serving?
Osmanthus wine?
Ye Wu turned his head and took a look, but she didn't have osmanthus wine in her hand, and he didn't find out where there was osmanthus wine.

He looked up at the sky in frustration.

An old man walked over slowly, as if he was going home. When he saw him, he smiled and asked, "Young man, what are you doing sitting here?"

"I want to find wine." Ye Wu said.

The uncle smiled and said, "Isn't there all wine at the Osmanthus Wine Festival?"

"Eh??" Ye Wu looked at him curiously, but he didn't avoid this keyword?

"Is there also sweet-scented osmanthus wine?"

"Isn't sweet-scented osmanthus wine made from sweet-scented osmanthus?" The uncle really gave the wrong answer again.

Ye Wu was stunned.

He stood up abruptly and looked around. There seemed to be no osmanthus tree in the osmanthus dock, and the only osmanthus tree was the thousand-year-old osmanthus.

If there is no sweet-scented osmanthus wine, why not just find a way to make one?Although it may not be able to make wine immediately, once it is made, you can know why there is no sweet-scented osmanthus bar here?
Ye Wu stood up, swung his sword, and cut off a sweet-scented osmanthus.

But the sweet-scented osmanthus disappeared when it fell into his hands.

Ye Wu was dumbfounded.

This is not available?
No, there is one more.

Ye Wu went to that room and took out the sweet-scented osmanthus from the bamboo vase.

When he took out the sweet-scented osmanthus, he suddenly smelled a fragrance, which was the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, in the bamboo bottle in his hand.

At the same time, the surrounding scene suddenly became exquisite.

The wind no longer blows, the trees no longer sway, the laughter in my ears stops abruptly, and the scent of flowers lingering in my nose is gradually replaced by a fishy and mushy smell.

click-

In an instant, all the scenes exploded.

Those people who were frozen also collapsed together with these scenes, turning into fragments and dissipating.

Instead, it was a rubble.

The devastated, burned ground, collapsed houses, dried blood, broken laurel trees...

The rabbit lamp in Ye Wu's hand also disappeared. He looked at the storage space, and the hair tie he planned to give to Hall Master Jing also disappeared.

Except for the sweet-scented osmanthus and a bottle of sweet-scented osmanthus wine in his hand, everything changed.

He turned to look at the thousand-year-old sweet-scented osmanthus.

The sweet-scented osmanthus tree, which looked gentle and firm, has turned into a piece of dead wood, and the other half fell to the ground, leaving only charcoal.

No sweet-scented osmanthus, no small town, none left.

Under the thousand-year-old sweet-scented osmanthus tree, there were corpses one by one. He recognized a few of those corpses. They were the aunt who sold lanterns on the street, the uncle who sold hair bands...

Ye Wu stared blankly at this scene, but he didn't know how to react, as if he was dreaming.

Ye Lin and the others also held their breaths, they didn't expect that the seemingly prosperous and peaceful world was actually like this.

Hall Master Jing looked at the scattered osmanthus branches in his hand, feeling a little dazed.

This turned out to be an illusion.

"Wow—"

A crane cry attracted everyone's attention.

A crane circled down from the sky, grabbed a struggling man in its paws, and threw the man heavily onto the dead osmanthus tree.

"Damn it!" the young man started to shout after falling to the ground.

He looked at Ci Qiancheng in front of him angrily.

"Who are you? Do you know who I am? My father is Yan Kuang! You dare to arrest me here, I think you want to die!"

Ci Qiancheng looked at him expressionlessly.

"Do you know where this is?"

The young man looked around, and then said impatiently: "How did I know...uh!"

Before he finished speaking, the world spun around for a while, as if he saw his own body.

"The 230 lives in Osmanthus Pier, I want you to pay for it."

The voice in his ear was the last word he heard.

Ci Qiancheng put away his sword, jumped off the dead tree, squatted down, and seriously and solemnly dug out the wine from under the tree.

That jar of wine was clear and clear, exuding a clear aroma, which washed away the blood around it.

Ci Qiancheng lifted the wine jar, took a deep breath, and then gently poured it down on the ground.

The wine fell on the scorched ground, splashing water droplets one after another, reflecting the bright moonlight in the sky, crystal clear and translucent, with a light golden color, like falling osmanthus flowers, and then returned to the dust.

pat-

The last drop of wine fell.

The wine jar fell to the ground, and Ci Qiancheng looked up at the full moon in the sky.

The full moon is still there, and the people are gone.

He smiled and looked at Hall Master Jing, with desolation in his amber pupils.

(End of this chapter)