Heroic Soul: Drunken Qianqiu

Tomb city, ancient roads and long streets, the cold wind is blowing.

On the dark long street, light suddenly appeared. Hundreds of lanterns hanging on both sides of the street were emitting cold light, swaying gently with the cold wind.

Inside the white paper lantern, green fire burned brightly, and outside the lantern, green halos appeared and surrounded each other, spreading on the long street and in front of the door, making it look like a ghost town.

Suddenly, the scene changed.

At the end of the street, a red glow flashed, and a few crisp bangs sounded at this time, followed closely by another sound of gongs and drums.

The passion is surging and there is no chill at all.

"Si~Jun~return~~"

Under the chorus of music, there was a long theatrical sigh.

The sound was long and lingering, just at the right moment, not abrupt at all. Just hearing one sound made me want to burst into tears.

Late at night in the Gucheng Cemetery, to whom would I give this song "Miss You"? Living or dead...

When I heard that song, I missed you, wandering in the wind, and carried it in the streets and alleys, melodious and long-lasting.

If it had appeared a hundred years ago, it would have attracted a lot of admiration and become a top-notch work.

However, Zhao Feifan doesn't think so.

In his opinion, this song is extremely weird. He hasn't seen anyone all day long, he is just a dead man, but why does this kind of moth appear at night?

If you think about it with your butt, you will know that you are not holding anything back.

At this time, several figures appeared in sight.

Several women with exquisite postures were walking towards the end of the long street little by little with small steps. Their white clothes were as white as snow and their green hair was like a waterfall. If you only looked at the back, it would definitely make people think.

When Zhao Feifan was stunned, there was a sudden "crunching" sound under his feet. He was a little confused, but he still lowered his head and took a look quietly.

Unexpectedly, this sight almost scared the soul out of his mind.

I saw a pale-faced woman with rosy eyes and red lips appearing in front of me, looking just like a normal person.

But if you look a little closer, you will find that the woman's eyes are almost completely covered by the whites of her eyes, leaving only a little blackness that turns into the pupils.

And these are not the eyes of normal people at all, but exactly the same as the eyes of those paper figures.

Zhao Feifan subconsciously widened his eyes and covered his mouth tightly, fearing that the words "national essence" would pop out.

He was very familiar with such eyes. In just one morning, he saw dozens of pairs of such eyes.

And the source of these eyes is the paper figures in the room...

"Fuck...the paper man is alive..." Zhao Feifan said in shock.

Before he could react, the door opened again, once, twice, five, ten times...

After a while, hundreds of figures appeared on the originally empty street, heading towards the end of the long street little by little.

Zhao Feifan couldn't help but swallowed his saliva and said via voice transmission, "Old man, can you tell what state they are in?"

In his perception, these paper figures had no state or vitality at all, just like puppets on strings.

"I didn't see it either, but they must not be as simple as they look. It's better to be careful," Li Guang said cautiously.

"Well, it's fine."

Zhao Feifan looked at the end of the long street and then at the city gate not far away, feeling a little confused for a moment.

Leave now, or...see again...

Is it dangerous to stay...?

Hey~~ No, since it’s a trial, there shouldn’t be any danger...

"Hey, I'm really a genius..."

Zhao Feifan giggled, and then walked along the roof and deeper into the long street.

And in the corner that he didn't know, a pair of deep eyes were staring straight at him...

At the same time, in the base.

Zhao Wenlong held his head with one hand and kept knocking on the sofa with the other hand. He had a gloomy look on his face and didn't know what he was thinking.

After a long time like this, he slowly said, "Xiao Wang, check the major disasters that have happened in the city of God..."

This time, Xiao Wang didn't fight back, he just responded, turned around and planned to leave.

"etc……"

Zhao Wenlong suddenly stopped Xiao Wang, thought for a while, and said, "Check the history after the Song Dynasty."

Xiao Wang was slightly startled, "Why?"

"Paper figures only appeared during the Song and Yuan Dynasties."

"Okay." Xiao Wang said with a smile, and suddenly felt light.

Over the past five thousand years of China, no matter where it is, disasters of various sizes have occurred more or less, not to mention the divine capital that was the ancient capital of 13 dynasties.

But if a certain period of time is specified, it can still be found out quickly with current technology.

After Xiao Wang left, Zhao Wenlong stared at the picture on the screen and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Paperman Resurrection... Tomb City...

"Alas! These days, all kinds of monsters and monsters are running out. I hope these little guys can survive..."

…

The moon is dark and the wind is high, in the tomb city.

As if everything was arranged, Zhao Feifan didn't panic at all, his figure kept flashing on the eaves and ran towards the end.

In my ears, the mouth-to-mouth drama became clearer and clearer, and the bursts of red light were vaguely visible.

"Long-lasting love, staying alone in an empty room, facing the moon in the sky, with a clear conscience~"

"Think of you, miss you, don't ask about your return date, look forward to the white horse and brocade clothes, your future will come..."

Hearing this, Zhao Feifan's speed became faster and faster. He wanted to see if there was anything attractive there, whether it was a copy or something.

Relying on the physical fitness of the candlelight realm, Zhao Feifan ran to the end of the long street in less than five minutes.

However, as soon as he arrived here, he was dumbfounded.

White clothes with red light, a dark scene in the ruins.

I saw hundreds of densely packed figures sitting around the round platform, and they all had stiff faces and weird smiles, staring straight at the round platform.

The atmosphere was extremely weird.

And on the huge round platform, there are five figures standing. Once in a lifetime, one is clean, one is ugly, and one is ugly.

There are different styles of makeup, some are wearing bright clothes and angry horses, or some are wearing long linen gowns, just like a troupe.

On the stage, Qing Yi looked sad, waving her robe and stroking her hands in front of her eyes, gently wiping away the tears from her eyes.

Raising his hand to look at the moon, he said resentfully, "If you don't let me down, don't regret it forever. There is no sin in this world, but there are also sins!"

As soon as the words fell, the tunes in the air swirled fiercely, gongs and drums played rapidly, as if there were thousands of troops roaring, and the sound of bangs sounded tightly, nervous, depressed, sad, resentful...

All kinds of negative emotions came to mind.

At this moment, the entire tomb city was completely roiling, strong winds were blowing, and the lights were flickering on and off, as if the end of the world was coming.

The paper people sitting in front of the stage all had red eyes, ferocious faces, and covered their heads in pain.

They kept making shrill screams, a hundred times sharper than the sound of fingernails scratching glass.

The sound of gongs and drums has long been covered up by the screams all over the city. It is so frightening that people only feel that they are in the underworld of Fengdu, a miserable ghost town...

The tomb of the Yellow Spring is full of ghosts and ghosts...