After the Strange Talk Prevails

In the evening, Zhou Ming and his party teamed up with Wu Lan and others on the road to Nanshan.

The evening inside the ruins is different from the evening outside. Nanshan has lush green trees and there are blood-like maple leaves throughout the year. Legend has it that these maple leaves are nourished by blood, so they will not fall in the seasons that are not suitable for it.

Every evening, thick smoke rises in Nanshan. Under the sunlight, the whole Nanshan is colorful and radiant. Stepping into it is like walking in a fantasy wonderland. It is lingering, and it is gradually difficult to distinguish whether it is in a dream or in reality. Over the years, people often entered Nanshan in the evening and never returned.

Zhou Ming and his party walked into Nanshan, and the surrounding scenery was very beautiful, but after deepening, carefully felt it could produce a gloomy spirit, as if walking on Huangquan Road.

Walking through the mountain roads, people gradually heard voices, and Wulan next to him said softly: "I feel like I'm going to hit a ghost."

"Maybe we have entered the realm of the demon." Yinyue added.

Pushing aside the bushes, Zhou Ming saw the light yellow light coming out from behind the layers of leaves, so he quickened his pace and moved towards the direction of the light source. The road behind him began to blur, and the aroma of food came from in front of him. After the last bush, a magnificent house appeared in front of everyone.

The voice of singing and classical instruments suddenly became clear, and the laughter of the women kept coming from the room.

This room is very huge, like the Afang Palace, one by one. The entrance of the front door is written with the words "Not Returning Square." , There are surprisingly many people here!

Not even inferior to the market in the previous village!

"Wow, this is No Return Square! It looks like a brothel." Wu Lan sighed.

Yinyue stared at the barely dressed woman, her eyes gleaming, like a man who hadn't touched a woman in ten years, and her eyes were full of greed.

The other people nearby laughed, patted Yinyue’s back vigorously, and reminded: "Brother Yinyue, don’t mess around, these are not human beings, they are all demons, who can come in here at this time, do you think How many humans will there be? Except for us, most of them are monsters, right."

"I didn't want to mess around, don't talk nonsense!" Yinyue argued weakly, causing the women in the team to laugh.

"Then let's go in." Wu Lan said.

Everyone stepped into the No-Return Square, and the girls waiting at the door greeted them one by one. The women approached the men, and several handsome boys appeared from nowhere, some of them burly and majestic, some of them dashing out of the dust. They approached the women in the team and asked cordially, "Welcome."

"I'm sorry." Wang Siyan raised his hand to refuse the service of a young man, and wrapped his hands in white lace gloves around Zhou Ming's arms, swearing his sovereignty to the monsters around him.

As a result, the women became more respectful, leading the way very well.

"You must live at least seven days before entering No Return Square. This is the rule of No Return Square. Can you accept it?" said a woman in a kimono with heavy makeup to everyone.

Everyone agreed, after all, before they came, they knew there was this rule.

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The entrance to the ruins, Genji’s mansion, Yuan Raimitsu sits alone in the house. Behind him are two paper sliding doors. On both sides of the wall are Ukiyo-e paintings of samurai slaughtering demons. On the wall opposite him, there is a huge picture hanging. In the calligraphy and painting, there is a word-Wu written on it.

It was late at night and everything was silent. Only a faint candle was lit in the room. In the flickering dim flame, the monster Ukiyo-e on the wall looked more terrifying and lifelike, as if it would emerge from the mural at any time and choose someone. And bite.

Yuan Laiguang did not change his clothes, still wearing armor, his face was stained with blood from the daytime duel, and his sword was on his knees.

Why?

According to the prophecy, he should kill Jiutun Boy to eliminate harm for the people, but why now he can only wait for the strong here to inherit his wish and complete his unfinished business for him.

He failed... but as long as he can kill the monster in the end, it doesn't matter if the swordsman is someone else.

But why didn't such a person show up?

All that appeared in front of him were a group of weak guys. They stared at the treasure knife in his hand with greedy eyes. In order to get this knife, they promised to kill Jiu Tun Boy for him.

But they are incapable, a bunch of guys without self-knowledge! So weak but so greedy!

Ten years... a full ten years! Why no one can help him fulfill his long-cherished wish! ?

Oh, I almost forgot, that woman...

That weird woman, the only capable guy, was not even interested in killing Jiu Tun. She was clearly capable, so why didn't she want to kill that big monster? This incident is enough to be famous all over the world and a legend in history.

The weak are sent to death one by one, but the strong have no interest in achieving righteousness. Is it possible that only oneself can accomplish this after all?

But it has reached the limit. Even though he has been practicing martial arts for ten years, he still clearly knows that he is not Jiu Tun's opponent.

"Why? Why can no one of the challengers beat me?" Yuan Laiguang clutched his forehead in pain.

Is it because the strong have not challenged their own interests?

Or did they not want to endure the destiny of killing Jiu Tun?

These guys...this bunch of outsiders, they don't even know what destiny is!

He spent countless money to support those guys who didn't know where he came from, just wanting them to complete this thing, but what did these guys take his sincerity to do?

It has become a hotel now!

Thinking of the pain of being unable to fulfill his destiny all day, those outsiders regarded his failure as a joke. No one wanted to help him fulfill this difficult destiny. The only thing that showed up... was just a group of greedy people. Bandit-like character.

"A bunch of trash."

Had a mess, Gen Yoshimitsu picked up the boy An Tsunaki on his knees.

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"My lord~www.wuxiaspot.com~ why are you here?" The gatekeeper at the gate of the mansion looked at Yuan Laiguang in surprise.

Yuan Laiguang was wearing armor, and the treasured sword in his hand was shining in the moonlight, exuding a breathtaking chill.

He raised his head to look at Yuan Laiguang's face, and his whole body shuddered.

What a terrible expression this is! It's like just coming back from the battlefield!

And Yuan Laiguang-sama is still wearing armor, is there a duel to be carried out at night?

"Are they still awake?" Yuan Laiguang asked coldly.

"Ah, some conjurers are already asleep, but there are some conjurers who are feasting in the lobby."

Yuan Laiguang nodded and walked straight to the lobby. The figures of the conjurers were dragged and projected on the thin paper door.

At this moment, they haven't realized that some kind of sudden, terrifying, and irresistible fate is coming.