Daoist, I am not fragrant!

Under the night, Zhong Tang and Li Bizhi, who were wearing clothes similar to those in the city, quietly walked out of the stone room.

They separated the pieces of meat they had bought before, placed them on the two sarcophagi in front of the door, and replaced the two black bowls.

Zhong Tang caressed the rim of the bowl carefully, but he really couldn't tell what kind of material it was.But right now, he doesn't have much time to think about it.After the two took down the bowl, they mingled among the people in the city and walked towards the abandoned castle together.

The cries on the sarcophagus were still ringing out here and there, and people holding black bowls kept appearing in the usually empty streets.

Zhong Tang had no doubts that all the living people in the city should have come out.

Probably because they haven't been active for a long time, most of these people's walking movements are rigid, and their limbs seem to be left with dry bones, and they stagger forward step by step.

Zhong Tang and Li Bizhi were in the middle of it. Although they were not sure whether the people around them still had the strength to notice them, they still tried their best to imitate their movements and staggered forward.

Although the crowd walked extremely slowly, Zhong Tang could still see the light coming from the ruined castle from a distance.

At this moment, the small sheepskin lamp has been taken down from a high place, surrounded by three guardians of the ruined castle.Everyone in the city with a black bowl lined up in a long line.

They walked to the sheepskin lamp one by one, and then put the black bowl under the lamp devoutly, making the gesture of worshiping the sarcophagus before, and in the blink of an eye, a cluster of dim flames would be ignited out of thin air in the black bowl under the lamp.

The person who got the flame would bend down trembling again, hold up the black bowl again with great care, and walk towards the ruined castle, and suddenly disappeared while walking.

Zhong Tang felt that this flame should be similar to the jade talisman that entered the Dexuan talk in Lin'an City before, and it could be led into a certain secret place with it, so he carefully observed the movements of those people worshiping, and prepared to learn how to do it when the time came. Fan, but I don't know if the sheepskin lamp can identify his identity.

Thinking like this, not long after, Li Bizhi, who was in front of Zhong Tang, came to the sheepskin lamp.

Don't look at Li Daochang who is noble and aloof on weekdays, but now he learns the weird and stiff movements, but he still looks good. I saw the black bowl he put under the sheepskin lamp, and it suddenly lit up, and he really caught the flames. .

Seeing that Li Bizhi went so smoothly, Zhong Tang secretly felt relieved, and after Li Bizhi left with the black bowl in hand, he also came to the sheepskin lamp.

But just as he was imitating the slowness of others, when he just put the black bowl under the sheepskin lamp, before he could let go, the sheepskin lamp, which had only dim light, suddenly ignited, and the falling flame almost reached the bell. In Tang's hand.

Li Bizhi, who had been walking slowly and paying attention to Zhong Tang's movements, quickly turned around and pulled Zhong Tang away from the sheepskin lamp.

The guards of the ruined castle immediately became alert, and a long ax with bloody rust was exposed from the gray-black cloak, pressing towards them.

The people in the city who were still lining up behind them also slowly realized that something was wrong, and rushed towards the flaming sheepskin lamp, making anxious and panic voices.

Li Bizhi frowned, facing the guards, protecting Zhong Tang behind him, his right hand was already holding down the wooden sword hidden under his robe.

Zhong Tang also recovered from the astonishment just now, wrapped the jade bead and golden bell around his wrist, and stared at the long ax in the guard's hand.

But at this moment, in the abandoned castle, as if the thick fog had dispersed, a figure appeared.

He was also wearing a black-gray cloak, making his face and figure hard to see, but his demeanor was not as stiff as the people in the city, but he walked towards the rioting crowd with slightly heavy steps.

Li Bizhi immediately turned around and looked at the person coming vigilantly.

But the man just passed by them slowly, without any reaction, the guard holding the long ax saw him, he backed away consciously, and he went straight to the flaming sheepskin lamp alone.

The man looked at the sheepskin lamp that seemed to be completely burned to ashes, as if he could not feel the burning of the flame, he stretched out his pale right hand and pressed lightly on the lamp.

The burning sheepskin lamp suddenly went dark, and the burned sheepskin was still intact, covering the dim flame in the lamp.

The people from the city surrounded them, looked at the restored sheepskin lamp, turned around slowly, and returned to the original long line.The three guards also retreated silently, as if nothing had happened just now.

Zhong Tang and Li Bizhi never let go of their vigilance, closely watching every move of this or that person, but that person never seemed to show any hostility.Instead, he slowly bent down and picked up the black bowl that Zhong Tang had placed under the sheepskin lamp, a small fire had already burned in it.

Holding the black bowl, he turned around slowly, walked to Zhong Tang's side, and handed the black bowl to Zhong Tang under the eyes of the two.

Zhong Tang hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out to take the black bowl. He wanted to probe something, but the man just shook his head at him, and then took another step towards the ruined castle.

This sudden episode did not seem to interrupt the actions of the people in the city. They still lined up to worship under the sheepskin lamps, and then walked towards the collapsed abandoned castle with the black bowl and flames in their hands.

After making simple eye contact with Li Bizhi, Zhong Tang and Li Bizhi decided to continue with the previous plan, following in the footsteps of the people in the city, and also headed towards the abandoned castle.

In the dark night, the tiny flame in the hand can't illuminate anything, but it seems that because of its existence, the surrounding area looks even darker.

Zhong Tang and Li Bizhi walked slowly, and gradually noticed something strange. Originally, the distance from the sheepskin lamp to the center of the ruined castle seemed to be only seven or eight feet away, but now it seemed to be a long, endless walk. .

It was getting darker and darker, so dark that even though they were close together, they couldn't see each other clearly.

And in this darkness, Li Bizhi grabbed Zhong Tang's hand, the cool touch was like a handful of hot charcoal in the snow, causing Zhong Tang to hold back tightly.

Right now, it seems that there is no better choice than walking with each other.

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Not a single duck feather left...

Let me take it easy tomorrow...