After the immortal disappeared

"Is this what Panlong City looked like before it was destroyed?" The three of them all had a higher status than themselves, and Mao Tao's voice became softer. "The eldest young master and I have never met a single person along the way."

"There is no one in the city. At least we walked around and found nothing." Sun Fuping said slowly, "I was passed into the well, and Captain Nian was lowered directly into the moat."

The four of them passed through the city gate, and behind the gate was the large square. It seems that Panlong City did not have a triple wall at this time.

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

The Panlong City they saw in the desert was fully armed to the teeth, showing off its muscles to the outside world at all times; the Panlong City here looked quite gentle.

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

Everyone walked through the square. There was no pool like the Panlong City in the desert. Fortunately, the black dragon totem was still there.

Nearby is a row of houses, with the Inn in front and various residential houses in the back.

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

The door of the wine shop was opened, with two hanging cloths hanging on it. There were six or seven tables inside, and the chairs were not neatly arranged. He Lingchuan saw that there were wine jars on three of the tables, there was still wine left in the cups, and there were more than a dozen peanuts in the plates.

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

Nian Songyu walked to the table, stretched out his knuckles and tapped them, making a loud sound.

"They are all real things. This is too realistic." After saying that, he picked up the wine glass and put it into Maotao's hand, "Drink it."

Maotao was startled: "Ah, drink?" Who dares to eat or drink something that is unclear?

Nian Songyu's eyes didn't look like he was joking.

Maotao had no choice but to raise her neck and take a small sip, then smacked her lips carefully:

"It's wine. The wine tastes very weak. A dime like this is worth at most three grand in Blackwater City."

"Drink it." It's not just a taste.

He Lingchuan said nothing, and Mao Tao had no choice but to drink the wine under the gaze of the three people.

"We've finished drinking, what should we do now...ah, my stomach hurts!" Before he could finish his words, Maotao screamed, dropped the cup and ran back.

The thatched houses are behind.

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

He Chunhua and the Blackwater City Army were not here, so there was no need for him to be polite to He Lingchuan.

As long as this kid dares to touch Qiao, Nian Songyu plans to beat him to the ground and show his bad temper for the past few days.

Unexpectedly, He Lingchuan didn't get angry or shirk the blame. He turned around and walked to the back of the building, giving Nian Songyu no chance to have an attack.

Nian Songyu was stunned. Is this kid very aware of current affairs?

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

He also felt a strong wind blowing behind him, and subconsciously ducked, drawing the knife in his hand.

Alas, just a branch swayed in the wind and almost scratched his back.

He Lingchuan was in no hurry to put the sword into its sheath.

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

That feeling of following you everywhere is so annoying.

At this time, Mao Tao came towards me, still holding up his pants. Seeing that he had a knife in his hand, he couldn't help but be startled: "Young Master, are you okay?"

"It's okay." He Lingchuan put away the knife and took half a step back. Not only did this kid's Yintang turn black, but he also smelled bad. It was obvious that he had just shaken the world. "What about you?"

"Not dead, just very weak in the stomach." Maotao rubbed her belly and walked out with him.

They returned to the wine shop. Sun Fuping carefully observed Mao Tao's face, his eyelids and tongue, and then said: "He was poisoned."

Maotao was so frightened that she almost jumped up. Fortunately, the master continued: "The poison is weak, so you won't die, but I'm afraid you will have to run to the thatched house a few more times."

Wasn't it because the man named Nian forced him to drink? Mao Tao warmly greeted these eighteen generations of ancestors in her heart, but she had a smile on her face: "That's good, that's good."

"You ate the food of a dead person." Sun Fuping picked up a peanut, crushed it, kneaded it, and rubbed out a handful of ashes. "These are not intended for living people. No wonder the city is deserted."

Nian Songyu also understood: "Are you saying that the residents in the city are the resentful souls who rushed out of the pool?"

"It's very possible. After they left, this place became an empty city."

"Those resentful spirits are the residents of this city?" He Lingchuan asked curiously, "No, I think they are all crazy. How can they become law-abiding citizens in this city?"

Although Panlong City is now an empty city, everything is in order, except that there are fewer people. The resentful souls he met outside were full of bitterness and hatred, and wished to tear the world apart. If they lived here for a long time, how could the city be so tidy?

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

Mao Tao whispered: "How are we going to find the big square pot?" She thought that jumping into the pool would give us a clue, but she didn't know that there was still a city in the pool. How could we do this?

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

"I've been there, but there's no temple." Nian Songyu objected.

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."

Yes, if the clues could be found easily, would these two people still wait for him? He Lingchuan thought for a while: "The Red General's residence?"

"I looked for it and couldn't find it."

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

"None of them." Sun Fuping smoothed things over, "The Red General is a demigod body given by the God of Heaven. If there is no temple, there will naturally be no Red General."

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

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

Sun Fuping stood up: "Let's go."

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

He even saw a waterwheel by the river. This was not used to irrigate the fields, but to provide water to nearby shops, eliminating the need for manual lifting. To accommodate this, there are even special bamboo pipes connected from the river to the shops’ water troughs.