The Dragon from Hell

Qin Feng and his companions walked on the road of a town that had long since died. The dilapidated houses showed no signs of repair, but from these ruins alone, it was clear that this place had once been rich.

Because the collapsed houses on the roadside alone had signs of being carefully built, and even the bricks and tiles on the eaves of ordinary residents were of good quality.

But now, all this has become the past.

The further Lin Quansheng walked in, the more he sighed, but soon he thought of another problem: "Oh no, Anfu Town has become like this, how can we replenish our supplies?"

It didn't matter to him. Although he hadn't officially fasted yet, it didn't matter if he took this opportunity to fast.

But Qin Feng couldn't do that. He was just a mortal and didn't have the ability to fast. If he didn't eat or drink and insisted on going to the next town, he might not be able to do it before he reached Ming Canghai.

Moreover, Anfu Town was already the last town to reach Ming Canghai. If he couldn't get supplies here, then he would have no chance to get supplies after Anfu Town.

But Qin Feng was not thinking about this, but looking at the paper money blowing from time to time on the ground expressionlessly.

"You just said, how long ago was Anfu Town destroyed?"

Lin Quansheng said without thinking: "About eight years ago, what happened?"

Qin Feng stopped and turned to look at him: "Anfu Town was hit by a disaster at that time, are there any survivors?"

Now Lin Quansheng was scratching his head, not knowing whether it was difficult to say or he didn't know: "Well..."

"In a tsunami caused by spiritual power fluctuations, how high is the survival rate of ordinary people?" Qin Feng said word by word: "I haven't seen any corpses lying on the roadside along the way, let alone parked coffins, so where did these paper money come from?"

After Qin Feng reminded him, Lin Quansheng noticed something.

"Yes, these paper money look so new. It's been so long, is there anyone coming to pay tribute?"

The paper money on the street is very new, and it rained yesterday at midnight, but there is no sign of wetness on these paper money. Only some of the paper money underneath was soaked, and the paper money on top was intact.

Even the soul-calling banners on the roadside are brand new, not wet by rain at all.

From this point of view, these paper money are more likely to have been scattered this morning!

Under Qin Feng's "reminder", Lin Quansheng suddenly felt his heart tighten, and the town in front of him became weird.

Always feel the wind is blowing.

He pulled the corner of his mouth and laughed dryly: "Ha, ha, brother Feng, maybe you think too much. Although there was a shipwreck at that time, it was not so that no one survived, right? What if the survivors of Anfu Town came to pay tribute?"

Qin Feng ignored him and looked at the ruins on the roadside.

Many houses have collapsed, but they have not collapsed completely. It is quiet inside the ruins, and the sound of the wind blowing the paper money is very clear.

The next moment, a gust of cold wind blew, and suddenly the paper money fell all over the sky, scaring Lin Quansheng to scream.

"Brother Feng, look, what is that!"

Lin Quansheng's voice was almost broken, and Qin Feng shouted angrily: "Shut up!"

He quickly covered his mouth.

At the same time, Qin Feng looked in the direction he pointed, and saw that at the end of the street, the paper money was flying in the sky, and it was flying from bottom to top, as if it was thrown up by humans.

It was almost dawn now, but the sky in Anfu Town was still dark. Only a glimmer of light could be seen from the end of the sky, revealing the outline of the entire city in half black and half white.

The end of the street was the source of that glimmer of light.

The light source was not strong, but Qin Feng could clearly see the dim light at the end of the street. In addition to the paper money flying all over the sky, there were also looming figures appearing and slowly walking towards this end of the street.

From such light alone, only black figures can be seen, and their appearance cannot be seen clearly.

But it can be seen that there is a petite figure at the front of the group of people. He keeps throwing paper money and jumping in the front, as if leading the way for the "people" behind.

And the black figures following behind him are staggering and stiff, like wooden people following the petite figure in front, step by step towards them at this end of the street.

At this time, Lin Quansheng's gums have begun to tremble, and his body shrank unconsciously, leaning towards Qin Feng.

If he hadn't covered his mouth desperately, he would have screamed.

At this time, Qin Feng grabbed his neck and carried him directly into a ruined wall on the side of the road.

This seems to have been an inn before, as it has three floors.The quality was good when it was built, and the collapse was only halfway.

Qin Feng took Lin Quansheng and hid in it. It was pitch black inside, and there were collapsed ruins everywhere. Qin Feng used the door as a cover and looked out from the half-broken door.

The group of "people" at the end were getting closer and closer. Logically, their movements were so stiff, and the people leading the way in front were jumping and busy scattering paper money. Their speed should not be fast.

But in the blink of an eye, they had already walked to the middle of the road and passed the place where Qin Feng and the others had just been.

At this time, Qin Feng also saw the person walking in front: it was a boy who could not be distinguished as a man or a woman, with unkempt hair and long hair tied up on his head in a mess, and a straw mark was pinned between his hair.

His clothes were very tattered, and he walked barefoot. There was a bamboo basket hanging around his waist, which was full of paper money. His dirty hand was constantly throwing paper money.

He looked sad, but his movements were unusually joyful, as if he was not paying tribute to the dead, but performing some kind of ritual.

As for the "people" following him, they were even weirder than him.

So those "people" were not people, but ghosts.

Because there was no shadow under their feet, and their walking posture was very stiff, each "person" had long lost flesh and blood, leaving only a layer of dry skin tightly attached to the skin, and the original appearance was completely unrecognizable.

These "people" were dressed differently, but their expressions were exactly the same, all staring blankly ahead, numbly following the boy.

Not only that, the number of these "people" was very large, and at a glance, even if you saw the end of the street, you couldn't see the end of this group of people.

When Lin Quansheng saw this scene, a scene suddenly emerged in his mind: "One Hundred Ghosts Night Parade!"