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The southern streets of Black Iron Castle.

Among the five major streets of Black Iron Castle, only the central street is a paradise for the middle class and above, and the most dilapidated is the southern street.

What is here is the shadow of the Black Iron Castle, where law and order is chaotic.

Compared to the lower city, there is no doubt that the upper city in the southern streets is much better.

But despite this, the hands of gang-ridden slums and downtown areas will always occasionally cross the line.

Shangcheng area, deserted suburbs.

In the distance, villas in twos and threes look a little gloomy under the slightly gloomy sky, adding a bit of world-weary illusion. The brick walls of these houses have been for some years, and the wall coverings are constantly peeling off, as if they are the faces of a dying old man.

face.

The gravel road on the ground is messy, and weeds are overgrown on both sides of the road. It seems that no one is taking care of it at all.

Everywhere looked lifeless, and even the insects seemed unwilling to scream twice more.

The puddles were mixed with turbid soil, and the weird grassy smell lingered in the air. Several haystacks were piled haphazardly on the roadside, as if countless corpses were piled together.

Not far away, an old tan carriage followed the smoke and dust at a slow speed along the path.

The old carriage was paired with an old horse that was so thin that it was almost crumbling. The whole carriage came to a leisurely halt.

"Guest, here we come."

The old man in the carriage drooped his eyelids and looked listless.

"OK."

A boy wearing a gray and black windbreaker and a deerstalker hat slowly walked out of the carriage. His eyes were fixed on one of the houses from a distance, and at the same time, his face showed complicated emotions.

"guest."

The lazy old man looked at the boy and said, "I would like to remind you."

"It's not very safe here. There are rumors that...it's haunted here."

"Haunted?"

The boy raised his eyebrows and looked at the old man.

"Yes, did you see it? It's that building, the lonely one."

The old man drooped his eyelids and said sadly: "It is said that someone died there, and the city hall also came to investigate..."

"Because of this incident, almost all the neighbors around here have moved out."

"Tsk."

The old man took a sip of water pipe: "Guest, although I don't know what you are doing here, but judging from your appearance, it is best to be careful."

"The current world is not good, so we should pay more attention to it."

"Thank you."

The old man looked at the boy's appearance and didn't say much. He just drove the carriage slowly away from this unlucky place, and slowly disappeared from the young man's sight.

"Is this here?"

Zhao Guangli pushed up his deerstalker hat, and under the dark sky in the distance, the outline of the building was looming.

In the desolate reality, you can only occasionally hear two cicadas at most.

The dying insect makes a final struggle with its fate.

The pale walls and airtight house made it impossible to see what was going on inside. This was what Zhao Guangli discovered only when he approached the house.

A large iron door isolated Zhao Guangli from the outside of the house. There seemed to be curtains under the dark windows, and the whole house seemed like an isolated cage.

The iron gate already had some debris and looked a bit messy.

There were corpses of unknown insects, withered yellow leaves, and some dark substances whose original appearance could not be seen. Zhao Guangli carefully observed the house in front of him with caution.

"This is the ancestral home of the Zhao family, where Zhao Guangli originally lived."

Zhao Guangli glanced around and saw that there was almost no human habitation in this deserted countryside.

"never mind."

Zhao Guangli shook his head and took out a metal key from his pocket. This was originally Zhao Guangli's thing and was found by him in the dormitory.

Now it seems that this is the key to the ancestral home.

Click.

The rusty metal lock was opened, making an obscure and unpleasant sound, and a sour feeling touched Zhao Guangli's heart.

The door was pushed open by Zhao Guangli. He walked slowly. There was an obvious smell of dust inside the house. It seemed that no one had lived here for some time.

There were shredded papers and pieces of cloth scattered on the ground, as well as some scarlet liquid of unknown origin, but it had dried up now and was only reflected on the ground.

It was still daytime, but the whole environment was filled with people and panic.

Zhao Guangli took a deep breath and pushed the door open completely.

"I'm back."

Inside the house, only Zhao Guangli's voice was echoing. In some empty rooms, it seemed that the echo of Zhao Guangli's own voice could be heard.

There are about three floors inside the house, which is a duplex structure, but it looks a bit messy at the moment.

Wine bottles, cigarette butts, these things have settled in the corners of the room, and have formed spider webs. It seems that a long time has passed.

living room……

If this can still be called a living room.

In the kerosene lamp in the center, the kerosene has long been burned out, and dust wraps around the outer cover of the lamp, hazy, as if a human head is hanging on it in the dark.

"It seems that the original Zhao Guangli has not come back for a long time."

Zhao Guangli looked at everything in front of him, dust flying in his eyes, and put his deerstalker hat on the table aside.

After the corridor of the living room is the kitchen, but there has been no fire here for a long time.

There was darkness everywhere, with curtains and wooden boards blocking all light outside the house.

At this moment, all that was left was the weird sound of dripping water that seemed to come from somewhere.

"But that's right."

Zhao Guangli raised dust with his hands: "No one would want to live in a place like this."

Although Zhao Guangli looked very relaxed at this moment, in fact, his spiritual vision had already covered the Zhao family's ancestral home.

No exception.

Nothing at all.

There's dust and clutter everywhere, but of little actual value.

This in itself is very strange.

The wooden stairs seemed to be crumbling. Zhao Guangli felt as if they were about to collapse just by stepping on them. The wooden floor made a creaking sound, as if the tortured person was screaming at the top of his lungs.

There are three rooms on the second floor, two of which are bedrooms and one is a storage room. The doors are all wide open, but there are no windows inside. The smell of dust is replaced by some unpleasant mildew smell. Zhao Guangli is now

He frowned even more.

In the first bedroom, due to the humidity in summer, the whole room had an indescribable sticky feeling.

The moss in the corner of the wall spread majestically inside. There were bottles and jars on the ground similar to glass bottles, and some liquids were poured on the ground.

"What are these things."

Zhao Guangli slowly squatted down, staring at these green but already dried traces, and sniffed slightly with his nose.

"Poison shadow grass, black dog feces, cemetery moss, dead grass... these are all toxic substances."

Zhao Guangli said in a cold voice: "Poison?"