When Shen Gurong followed the man to the Xitang, the whole house was in a mess, with ghosts floating everywhere, as if they were looking for something in a hurry.

The man stepped forward and asked, then came back quickly and said with a frown: "The living soul disappeared out of thin air. They are looking for it everywhere."

"Disappeared?" Shen Gurong thought for a while, and it was probably because Mu was relegated here to rescue the man, otherwise he would not have suddenly disappeared in front of the worship hall.

Thinking of this, Shen Gurong breathed a sigh of relief. He nodded and said, "Thank you very much. I'll go back first."

The man held Wanglan's hand, looked at him with a smile, and said, "Okay, I'll take you out of the city."

Shen Gurong shook his head: "No need, I know the way out of the city."

After he finished speaking, his heart suddenly beat violently.

Shen Gurong stood there blankly, his face blank.

Do you know the way out of town?

This is just a strange city, why does he... know the way?

Ever since he was a child, when had he ever remembered the path after walking it once?

Shen Gurong suddenly felt frightened, and even his pupils were shaking violently. He said calmly: "I, I don't recognize it. I can't remember the way. Could you please...send me out."

The man looked at him worriedly, nodded and said, "Okay."

Shen Gurong walked forward silently, thinking silently in his heart.

"Go forward two streets, turn north, and walk onto the main road, which is Huadeng Street. Crossing the long street is the city gate."

The man took him two blocks away and turned north.

Shen Gurong paused and stood at the street corner, looking at him blankly.

The man was laughing and talking to Wang Lan. He didn't hear the footsteps and looked back. He saw Shen Gurong standing there blankly and said with a smile: "What's wrong?"

Shen Gurong was dumbfounded: "Did you... go to the wrong place?"

He shouldn't remember the way, nor should he remember the right way.

The man smiled and said, "You're right. Let's go through Huadeng Street and we'll be at the city gate. It's easy to find the way."

Shen Gurong's pupils shrank suddenly, he staggered back a few steps, and he said calmly: "No, no."

He muttered something was wrong, turned around and ran back.

wrong.

Nothing is right.

Nothing is right.

This is a ghost town that he has only been to once. He shouldn't know the way here so well, it's like...

It seems like he has lived here for a long time.

Shen Gurong completely ignored the shouts of the man behind him, walked forward, and soon returned to the noisy wedding hall.

The owner of the house was frowning and cursing the damn living soul, and the woman in the groom's clothes beside her was frowning, as if she was very sorry.

Shen Gurong stared blankly.

This is right.

Strange houses, strange ghosts, strange... strange customs.

He is incompatible with everything here, and this is the most correct thing.

He stood in the middle of the road and looked at the house directly in front of him, trying to force himself to accept and admit that this place was not a place he was familiar with at all.

Until the man quickly caught up with her.

The man looked gentle and gentle, but when he got angry he was inexplicably scary. He said sternly: "What are you doing here?! Didn't I tell you that there is no living soul you are looking for here?! What are you doing? Do you want to listen or not?”

Shen Gurong's face was full of fear, and he looked at him with blurred eyes, unable to say a word.

The man noticed that someone was looking at them strangely. He took Shen Gurong's hand with a sullen face and walked forward, trying to send Shen Gurong away before anyone noticed him.

Shen Gurong was stunned and let him pull him forward.

But before I took a few steps, a voice suddenly came from behind me: "Wait a minute."

The man refused to listen and still dragged Shen Gurong away.

But soon, someone caught up with them, and countless ghosts surrounded them.

Shen Gurong's eyes widened suddenly. He staggered and threw himself into the man's arms, clutching his shirt tightly, his whole body trembling.

"Help me..." he whimpered, "I'm scared..."

Shen Gurong was afraid like never before.

But what he was afraid of this time was not the ghosts surrounding him.

It was something...a fact that was exhaling in his heart.

The man thought he was frightened by this scene, so he quickly held him in his arms and blocked his face to prevent him from seeing those ferocious ghosts.

He looked coldly at the ghost in front of him and said, "What do you want to do?"

The owner of the house was wearing a dark shroud, and the facial features on the paper glared at the man fiercely, and said without any sign of weakness: "Is the soul in your arms the one who escaped from our house?"

The man frowned and said sternly: "No, you admitted your mistake."

The owner of the house sneered: "I have been in Fengdu for so many years, but I have never seen a person like him before. And our house just happened to lose its soul. How can it be such a coincidence?"

The man didn't want to talk nonsense with them at all, he just wanted to take Shen Gurong away.

Several ghosts wearing boy's clothes floated in front of the two of them and blocked their way.

Shen Gurong trembled all over and felt weak as he was held tightly in the man's arms, refusing to look at that weird face.

Seeing him protecting the living soul like this, the owner of the house said coldly: "If you say he is not a living soul, then tear off his face and let me see. We have been in Fengdu for so many years, and no one remembers his name or face." , even memory. If there is a real face under his 'face', it is the lost soul in my house, and you have to hand him over to me."

In fact, there is no need to look at the face at all. As soon as the face drawn on paper is torn off, the aura of the living soul on his body will spread, allowing these ghosts to recognize at a glance whether it is a living soul.

Shen Gurong's legs became weaker and weaker, almost slipping out of the man's arms. He held on tightly to the skirt of his clothes, his eyes wide open in confusion, and tears fell from his eyes.

Tears wetted the features on his face, and the tears of soul-born soul radiated out the breath of soul-born soul little by little.

In just a moment, those ghosts completely surrounded her and were bound to capture the escaped bride.

Shen Gurong couldn't see anything, he only felt a chaos in front of him, as if someone was tearing his clothes apart desperately, and there were waves of ghosts wailing in his ears, as if they were dragging him to hell bit by bit.

But in the chaos, someone was still holding his arm tightly, and the cold touch spread throughout his body, dragging him out of the swamp of despair little by little.

He struggled and struggled for an unknown amount of time, but he was finally dragged out of purgatory by someone's hands in a daze.

The screams of the fierce ghosts, mixed with childish cries, were still ringing in my ears.

"Please, no."

"They are all dead..."

Shen Gurong opened his eyes suddenly, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.

The man was in a state of embarrassment and had already dragged him to the entrance of Fengdu. Panting, he pushed him towards the door and said: "Go quickly, go...go quickly."

Not far away, Wang Lan was fiercely blocking the ghost who wanted to follow, and the baby's ghost cry echoed in Shen Gurong's ears.

He looked blankly at the man in front of him who was staring at him nervously, and suddenly asked: "Do you recognize me?"

The man was stunned for a moment and then said: "I have been dead for more than a hundred years and I no longer recognize my soul."

Even if he recognized it, he wouldn't remember it.

Shen Gurong still looked at him absentmindedly and spoke again: "Do you recognize me?"

"Do you recognize me?"

Do you recognize me?

The man looked at him strangely. Seeing that the ghost was about to catch up, he hurriedly urged: "You'd better leave first, it's very dangerous here."

Shen Gurong asked blankly: "If I leave, how will they treat you?"

It seemed that ever since he realized that he could recognize the road to this ghost town, he had been in a state of confusion, as if he was dreaming, but also as if he was escaping from reality in an extremely sober manner.

He swung back and forth between dreams and reality, and in the end the tug-of-war was too intense, turning his brain into a puddle of muddy water.

The man was surprised that he would ask this question. He was stunned for a moment before smiling and said, "I'll be fine."

That's right, the ghost is already a dead person, so naturally it is impossible for him to die again.

The man seems to love to laugh, but when his face darkens, it scares Shen Gurong to the point where his calves become weak.

If such a good ghost stays here...

Those ghosts who even killed their souls to get married, how could they be good deeds?

If Shen Gurong leaves, the man and Wanglan don't know how they will be treated.

Shen Gurong was stunned for a long time. Just when the man was about to urge him to leave quickly, he suddenly raised his hand. The ghost struggling towards him not far away seemed to have received some pressure and fell to the ground. He was on the ground and couldn't get up no matter how hard he struggled.

The man looked back in surprise.
To be continued...