After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 53 City of the Dead

   "This is what Panlong City looked like before it was destroyed, right?" The three of them were all higher than him, and Mao Tao's voice was softer, "I have traveled all the way with the young master, and I have never met a single person."

   "There is no one in the city, at least we walked around and didn't find anything." Sun Fu said calmly, "I was passed into the well, and Captain Nian was directly descended into the moat."

  The four of them passed through the city gate, behind which was the large square. It seems that in this period of Panlong City, it does not have a triple wall.

   "It seems that the year we are in is earlier than before Panlong City was broken." He Lingchuan looked around, "There are not so many fortifications yet."

  The Panlong City they saw in the desert is fully armed to the teeth, showing its muscles to the outside world all the time; the Panlong City here looks quite gentle.

  The same city has different performances in different time and space.

  Everyone passed through the square, and there was no pool in Panlong City in the desert, but fortunately, the totem of the black flood dragon was still there.

   Nearby is a row of houses, the post hotel is in front, and various folk houses are behind.

   "The layout of the house is also different." Nian Songyu led the way into a restaurant, "When I came in, the stove was still hot."

  The door of the wine shop was opened, and two pieces of hanging cloth were hung. There were six or seven tables inside, and the chairs were not in order. He Lingchuan saw that there were wine urns on three of the tables, there was still wine in the cups, and a dozen peanuts in the plates.

  There is an account book behind the counter, the word "wine" is only half written, it is just "sprinkle", the brush is thrown aside, and the ink is dry.

  Nian Songyu walked to the table, stretched out her knuckles and tapped, making a sound of duk duk.

   "It's all the real thing, it's too realistic." After saying that, he picked up the wine glass and stuffed it into Mao Tao's hand, "Drink it."

  Mao Tao was taken aback: "Ah, drink?" Who dares to eat and drink something unclear?

  Nian Songyu's eyes don't seem to be joking.

  Mao Tao had no choice but to lean back her neck and take a sip, carefully smacking her lips:

   "It's wine. The taste of the wine is very weak. In Heishui City, it's worth three big bucks at most for such a dime."

   "Drink it." Not just a taste.

  He Lingchuan didn't say anything, Mao Tao had no choice but to drink the wine under the watchful eyes of the three of them.

   "After drinking, what should we do now... Ah, my stomach hurts!" Before finishing speaking, Mao Tao gave a strange cry, dropped the cup and ran back.

  Thatched buildings are behind.

   After waiting for a long time, Nian Songyu said to He Lingchuan: "Go, see if he is dead." The attitude was extremely arrogant.

  He Chunhua and the Blackwater City Army are not here, so he doesn't need to be polite to He Lingchuan.

  Even if this kid dared to take Joe, Nian Songyu was going to beat him all over the floor looking for his teeth, and show the anger of the past few days.

  Unexpectedly, He Lingchuan was neither angry nor shirked, turned around and walked back downstairs, never giving Nian Songyu a chance to explode.

  Nian Songyu was stunned. Does this kid know current affairs?

  He Lingchuan was halfway there when the wind blew and the leaves rustled.

  He also felt a gust of wind blowing behind him, and subconsciously dodged, drawing the knife in his hand.

  噫, it was just a branch swaying in the wind, almost scratching his back.

  He Lingchuan put the knife back into its sheath in no hurry.

  Ever since he entered this city, he felt something strange, as if he was always being watched closely.

  The feeling of being with you like a shadow is too annoying.

  At this time, Mao Tao came to meet him, still holding up his trousers, seeing him holding a knife in his hand, he couldn't help but startled: "Young Master, are you alright?"

   "It's okay." He Lingchuan retracted his knife and stepped back half a step. This kid not only has a black seal, but also has a foul smell all over his body, which can be seen to be earth-shattering just now, "What about you?"

   "I'm not dead, but my stomach is very empty." Mao Tao rubbed her belly and walked out with him.

  When they returned to the restaurant, Sun Fuping carefully observed Mao Tao's face, his eyelids and tongue, and said, "I've been poisoned."

  Mao Tao was so frightened that she almost jumped up, but fortunately, the national teacher went on to say: "The poison is weak, you can't die, but I'm afraid you have to go to the thatched building a few more times."

   Isn't it because the surname Nian forced him to drink? Mao Tao cordially greeted the eighteen generations of these people's ancestors in his belly, but his face was full of smiles: "That's good, that's good."

   "You ate the dead." Sun Fuping picked up a peanut, crushed it, and rubbed it to get a handful of ashes. "These are not intended for the living. No wonder there is no one in the city."

  Nian Songyu also understood: "You mean, the residents of the city are the resentful souls who rushed out of the pool?"

   "Very likely. After they left, this place became an empty city."

   "Those resentful souls are the residents of this city?" He Lingchuan wondered, "No way, I think they are all crazy. What's the matter, they became law-abiding citizens in this city?"

  Although the current Panlong City is an empty city, everything is in order, except that there are fewer people. The resentful souls he met outside were all bitter and hated, wishing to tear the world apart. If they lived here for a long time, how could the city be so clean?

   "I'm afraid it's the Dafang pot." Nian Songyu said, "Panlong City has been destroyed long ago, and this place is the most abnormal."

  Mao Tao whispered: "How do we find the Dafang Pot?" I thought I would get a clue if I jumped into the well, but I don't know that there is still a city in the pool, so what can I do?

  He Lingchuan suggested: "Go to Mitian Temple. We found the entrance there before, and now we may be able to find new clues."

   "I have been there, but there is no temple." Nian Songyu vetoed it.

  He Lingchuan was startled: "There is no temple, what do you mean?"

   "There is no such temple, don't you understand?" Nian Songyu said lightly, "There are two restaurants, a theater troupe, and two large shops, one selling jewelry and the other selling silk and satin."

   That's right, if the clues can be found easily, these two people will wait for him? He Lingchuan thought for a while: "The mansion of the Red General?"

   "I've looked for it, but I can't find it."

   "No mansion, or no clue?" He Lingchuan became more and more patient.

  "None." Sun Fuping smoothed things over, "The Red General is a demigod bestowed by Mitian God. If there is no temple, naturally there will be no Red General."

  Without the Red General, there would be no Red General’s mansion.

   "Then there is only one place left?" He Lingchuan scratched his head, "Where is Zhong Shengguang's residence?"

  Sun Fuping stood up: "Let's go."

  The illusion restores the style and features of Panlong City. He Lingchuan never expected that one day he would visit the legendary city in this way. Judging from the streets, buildings, lakes and rivers he passed, as well as various utensils and utensils used in the market and riverside, Panlong City, which was burned by the war, was once extremely prosperous, with a large population and developed commerce.

  He even saw waterwheels by the river, which were not used for irrigation, but to supply water to nearby shops, eliminating the need for manual lifting. To complement this, there are even special bamboo pipes running from the river to the sinks of the shops.

  (end of this chapter)