Great Dao Ji

Liangjie Mountain spreads for tens of thousands of miles. It is not the first mountain in the northwest, but it is also very famous in Youzhou.

However, this fame is not because of its rich production, but because the peaks of the Liangjie Mountain are the most precipitous, with nine bends and eighteen turns, and there are often evil people hiding in them.

For ordinary people, those who can travel at night and hide in the mountains are naturally the most evil people.

However, because there are strange minerals in Liangjie Mountain, naturally there are people who build cities here.

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

This city has a long history and was considered a big city in the previous dynasty. However, as the nearby mines were mined, the city gradually withered and no longer had the prosperity of previous years.

However, it is not a small city after all, and there are naturally many people living in it.

The prosperous area has its own way of living, and the poor belt has its own way of living.

Liangjie City, the outer city.

Squeak~

Wang Er pushed open the door and stretched himself in the hot sun. Although the sun was setting in the west, it was still very bright and warm on his body.

Wang Er had just woken up, but he felt sleepy again. However, he glanced at the simple mourning hall in the yard and closed his mouth as he was about to yawn.

"Every day, you get drunk and go gambling. Today is the seventh day of your mother's death. There is not even a stick of incense in the house. If your mother comes back today, I'm afraid she will tear you to pieces!"

The sharp voice rang out, and Wang Er's mustache trembled with fear, and his thin face turned pale.

The one who shouted was a woman in her thirties or forties with loose hair.

At this time, the woman put her hands on her waist, her face was full of irritability and anger, and a shout scared Wang Er away from his sleepiness.

"That's my mother! If she's really vicious, she'll tear you apart and eat you, a bitch!"

Wang Er shrank his neck.

"That's your mother, not my mother!"

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

As she said that, she had already packed a lot of gifts and went out angrily, leaving nothing worth a penny at home.

Except for this rented yard.

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

Wang Er refused to admit defeat, but after taking a look at the mourning hall in the yard, he still went out cursing.

It's not that he needs to buy any incense or candles, but he has to go out to get some food himself, because there is nothing to eat at home.

Liangjie City is not prosperous, and the outer city is especially dirty. As soon as you go out, you will smell the stench of feces and urine, which makes Wang Er curse again:

"Which motherless person has a prolapsed anus and is pooping and peeing in front of my grandfather! Don't let my grandfather find you, or I will put you in the cesspool to feed the maggots."

Wang Er cursed for a while, attracting the attention of many people, but no one was willing to pay attention to him.

"With this little money, you should gamble. If you win, you can eat a pig's head. Isn't it better than this bland noodles?"

Wang Er was disappointed and tiptoed out of the street. He wanted to eat a bowl of noodles, but when he touched the few coins left in his pocket, he turned around and rubbed his hands and went into the gambling den.

"Auntie Wang has suffered all her life, and now she is free. That's good. If she has such a son, she will live to be three hundred years old, which is really a suffering."

"Her daughter-in-law is not a good thing either, otherwise why would she go back to her parents' home on the seventh day? Maybe she treated her harshly when she was alive, and now she is afraid?"

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

"Oh, don't say it, Wang Er is like a rolling knife, and you can't get rid of it if you stick to him."

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

"Plop!"

When it was almost dusk, several curses came from the gambling den, and a figure was thrown out fiercely.

"Ouch!"

Wang Er screamed and fell to the ground. After a long time, he saw that no one came out to help him, so he climbed up angrily.

Pinching his stomach that was as shriveled as a purse, Wang Er was in trouble. He looked around at the vendors who were closing their stalls, rolled his eyes and moved closer.

After a long time of struggling to fill his stomach, Wang Er burped and then staggered towards home.

After stepping on several piles of shit, Wang Er, with a gloomy face, finally walked to his yard.

"Broken woman, light the oil lamp?!"

Glancing at the faint light coming through the crack of the door, Wang Er was immediately furious and kicked the door open. He saw the figure in the yard and cursed.

"Wait, didn't you go back to your mother's house? Why don't you get out?"

After cursing for a few times without getting a response, Wang Er found something wrong. He looked up suddenly and saw that his evil wife in the yard was pale and looked at him as if she had seen a ghost.

"Fuck!"

Wang Er was startled and turned his head subconsciously. His body trembled suddenly. Under the gloomy night, a black shadow that was obviously darker than the surrounding night stood in front of his yard.

Click!

Amid the whimpering of the wind, the door slammed shut.

"My mother!"

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

"Ah! Ghost, ghost!"

The woman couldn't bear it any more. She collapsed to the ground holding her son, and the fishy smell spread from her body.

"Son."

The cold wind, as if blowing from a grave, made Wang Er stiff all over.

The shadow turned around to reveal the death spots on its pale face, and its eyes without any fluctuations stared at Wang Er and the frightened woman who was excreting and urinating.

"Mother, mother"

The two of them were so frightened that they never imagined that there really were ghosts in this world and that their mother had actually returned to spirit.

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

"Son."

The little old lady wrapped in a shroud spoke quietly, as if she was crying, and said bitterly: "Mom is so hungry, so hungry."

"mother"

Wang Er was panicking, but now he got the courage from nowhere. He jumped up and kicked the woman rolling over covered in feces and urine. His voice was so sharp that it almost tore his own throat:

"Why don't you go cook for our mother!!!"

"ah!"

The woman was almost kicked to death, but she recovered and crawled to the kitchen on her hands and knees.

Wang Er was faster than her and ran into the kitchen in a flash. Almost in the blink of an eye, only the stupid son was left in the yard staring at the old lady in shrouds.

After a long while, he finally shouted: "Milk, I, I'm hungry too."

"Hungry, hungry"

The night wind picked up and blew through the sky, making a whining sound like a ghost crying. There was a faint sound of chewing and grinding teeth drifting in the wind.

"Mother, mother, please eat slowly."

Wang Er held the bowl and looked at the old lady shivering without a shadow under the oil lamp. His eyes turned white and he was too frightened.

The old lady in shrouds was holding the bowl, her expression gloomy and stiff.

The woman huddled in a corner with her son in her arms, not even daring to raise her head. She was trembling even more than Wang Er.

"What a picture of a loving mother and a filial son that makes people cry."

At a certain moment, a deep sound that sounded like two people speaking at the same time sounded in the silent courtyard with only the sound of chewing.

"who?"

Wang Er suddenly raised his head and saw two figures floating towards him in the night.

One of them had a white face and white clothes, and the other had a black robe and an even darker face. They were looking at him eerily like two ghosts.

This, this is

The look of surprise on Wang Er's face suddenly froze, and the gray color visible to the naked eye spread between his eyebrows.

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

"Nothing, impermanence!"

The woman screamed, threw her head back and fainted.

"ah!"

But the one who reacted more than the two of them was the old lady in shroud holding a porcelain bowl and chewing.

She let out a sharp cry, but like a frightened hen, she suddenly defended Wang Er, who was gray-faced and almost scared to death.

"mother"

Wang Er's body trembled, and a breath of bad breath overflowed from his mouth and nose. Wang Er's body trembled, his eyes were dull, as if he had no idea what was going on.

"Funny!" "Funny!"

"Sad!" "Angry!"

In the night, the black and white people spoke together. The man in white shook his head and sighed, and the man in black had no expression on his face, but they all looked at the old woman in shroud who was trembling but still screaming:

"It's really ridiculous for a dignified man to be reduced to this."

"Roar~"

The old lady in Shroud screamed as if she were facing a formidable enemy, as if she might pounce forward at any time.

The black and white duo didn't care about her roar, they just looked at the old woman carefully with curiosity in their hearts.

Daxia, even to them, is extremely mysterious. There are too many things in it that are still unsolved at this time.

For example, in the Great Xia, there were 84,000 "Earth-worthy Gods" guarding Jiuding, various continents, mountains, rivers, wilderness, spiritual springs and deep pools.

Some of these 'gods worthy of the earth' are demons and aliens, and the most numerous among them are 'ghosts'!

"I really don't know what kind of method the Tianshi Mansion used to enlighten the 'God of Earth'. After so many years, Daxia has died and the memory is gone, but it can still resist the invasion of evil and resentment. "

The man in white was amazed.

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

The soul of any dead person will be infected, distorted, and obliterated irresistibly if there is no secret method to reach the sky.

But any secret technique requires someone to perform it. It can be seen at a glance that this old woman has lost her consciousness, but she can still maintain her purity and not be distorted.

This is also extremely incredible for them.

"Take it and you will know!"

The man in black robe was very decisive. Before the man in white could finish his words, he had already grasped with his fingers. With just one grasp, he caught the roaring old woman in his palm.

"Maybe we are in the wrong place"

Wang Er, who casually suppressed the old woman, and the black-robed man looked dull and frightened, with disdain and suspicion on his dark face:

"He alone is worthy enough to open the passage between Yin and Yang in the town sealed by King Yu of Great Xia?!"

"Great Emperor, there is no mistake."

The man in white felt something in his heart, and seemed to be aware of it. He suddenly looked back and saw a slightly crude donkey cart in the night breeze.

Coming slowly from far away.