Thriller Night Talk

It stands to reason that such a narrow path, with all kinds of shadows coming and going, should not be crowded on the road.

Even if they don't crash into a ball because they don't have entities, at least they should be like the game's piercing model, with shadows piled up one after another, and the visual effect is quite scary.

But in fact, Wei Fuyuan walked all the way for a long time, with black and white shadows coming and going around him, but none of them bumped into him, and all of them passed him without hindrance.

For this completely unreasonable phenomenon, Wei Fuyuan thought hard and could only think of one explanation.

That is, this weird and rugged trail is actually much "wider" than what he saw with the naked eye.

Perhaps even the so-called "path" is just an appearance that Beiquan showed in front of his eyes, which is easy for him to understand.

"We only have one hour, we can't waste time on this road."

Beiquan leaned close to Wei Fuyuan's ear, and whispered in a voice almost whispering:

"So, we have to take a shortcut."

After finishing speaking, Beiquan took out a yellow talisman from his bosom, sandwiched it between his index finger and middle finger, and shook it lightly.

The limp talisman paper "shua" stood up straight, as if it was not a piece of soft tissue paper, but a hard stainless steel sheet.

In the next second, the talisman suddenly caught fire.

The flame is blue and looks very much like the legendary will-o'-the-wisp.

What surprised Wei Fuyuan was that such a ball of fire was held by Beiquan's fingertips, and he didn't seem to feel the heat at all.

Wei Fuyuan endured the urge to reach out to test the temperature, and stared at Beiquan suspiciously.

Bei Quan didn't explain any more, he grabbed Wei Fuyuan's hand and started to run.

At the same time, Wei Fuyuan felt a "person" approaching them.

He instantly remembered the scene he had just seen - the "person" with light in his hand would attract other phantoms, and then more and more shadows would gather, moving towards the light like moths flying towards a flame.

Wei Fuyuan had a strong urge to look back.

But Beiquan's warning still rings in my ears.

He could only grit his back teeth, use his willpower to control the anxiety, fear and curiosity in his heart, and followed Beiquan all the way forward.

The blue flame burned very quickly, and the talisman paper in Beiquan's hand burned shorter and shorter at a speed discernible to the naked eye, turning it into ashes inch by inch.

Beiquan kept on stepping, speeding up from a small run to a fast run.

Wei Fuyuan didn't dare to be ambiguous, and used his energy to compete for the top three in the one-kilometer long-distance race in the school sports meeting, and tried his best to catch up with Beiquan's speed.

The dark path lacked visual references, and Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan couldn't see anything else except for some vague and unreal phantoms.

Under the double pressure of darkness and emptiness, Wei Fuyuan felt that his spirit was gradually becoming a little trance.

He even had a weird illusion, feeling like a hamster running wildly on a roller—although he kept running, he was actually just spinning around in place.

Fortunately, Beiquan has been holding Wei Fuyuan's hand tightly, giving him a sense of peace of mind that a drowning person can still cling to the driftwood.

It seems that as long as they have this person by their side, they can go to even the remotest corners of the world, no matter how weird the place is.

Finally, just as the flame was about to be extinguished, a vague light suddenly appeared on that seemingly endless path.

It's hard to describe that light.

Expressed in terms of Master Wei's far from being "profound" literary skills, it is probably similar to someone lighting a candle behind a frosted glass.

But for a person who has been running on the dark road for an unknown amount of time and almost lost the sense of time and distance, that light can be called "salvation".

Sure enough, Beiquan led him to sprint at a speed of [-] meters, and rushed straight towards the orange dim light.

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At the moment when the blue flames were extinguished, Wei Fuyuan felt that his feet were suddenly empty, and he felt a sense of weightlessness.

"Well!"

Surprised? FaBle language salt call almost blurted out.

But Beiquan moved faster.

He wrapped Wei Fuyuan's shoulder with one hand, and tightly covered Wei Fuyuan's mouth with the other.

"Hush, shh! Don't bark, don't bark!"

Beiquan stuck to Wei Fuyuan's ear, coaxing like a child:

"It doesn't matter, it won't fall, you see, it won't fall."

Wei Fuyuan came back to his senses from the panic, only then realized that although there was nothing under their feet, the two of them did not fall suddenly.

On the contrary, he and Beiquan were hanging in mid-air, falling slowly and slowly like two hydrogen balloons that were insufficiently inflated.

Wei Fuyuan was dumbfounded.

Because at this moment, what he saw was beyond his imagination.

What appeared in front of Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan was an endless... city.

Theoretically speaking, such a place with many buildings and heavy traffic should indeed be regarded as a "city".

But Wei Fuyuan is very sure that everything in his field of vision, whether it is a bungalow or a mansion, even the vehicles on the road, the flowers and plants on the side of the road, all of them are made of paper!

What he was in now was a real, paper city.

"This is the underworld."

Still sticking to Wei Fuyuan's ear, Beiquan explained in a low voice, "Everything burnt from 'above' may become every scene in this city..."

As he spoke, he pointed in a certain direction under his feet, "Look over there."

Wei Fuyuan followed Beiquan's instructions and looked over.

Suddenly, a puff of green smoke rose from a courtyard not far from them.

The smoke swirled up into the air with fine pieces of flame, and was quickly swept away by the strong wind coming from nowhere.

The green smoke cleared, and there was a brand new black Mercedes-Benz in the courtyard.

If it wasn't for the window covered with a layer of silver paper, Wei Fuyuan would almost have mistaken it for a real car.

While speaking, the two of them had slowly fallen to the ground.

Beiquan let go of the hand covering Wei Fuyuan's mouth, put one hand on his lips, and made a "silence" gesture.

Wei Fuyuan nodded vigorously, indicating that he understood.

So Beiquan grabbed Wei Fuyuan and started to walk around the streets.

Different from the dark and winding path the two of them walked just now, although the paper city gives people a "dark" impression, it actually always maintains a strange and weird brightness.

Wei Fuyuan noticed that there is no sun, moon and stars in the sky of this city, and naturally there is no day and night. It has always maintained the sky at dusk, and the boundless deep orange is like a cover covering the same boundless paper city. Keep everything in an almost "static" state.

Contrary to the frozen sky, the paper city is full of people and traffic.

Along the way, just looking at the attires of the passers-by, Wei Fuyuan felt as if he had traveled two or three hundred years.

Pedestrians passing by include those in Chinese tunic suits, suits, cheongsams, handmade padded jackets, and even Hawaiian-style floral underpants. Not only are the times different, but even the seasons are extremely chaotic.

As for the means of transportation on the road, let alone.

All kinds of luxury cars that most people in Yangjian can’t afford are no problem. Buses, trucks, and large trucks are on the road casually, and even horse-drawn carriages, tricycles, and sedan chairs are generously mixed in the traffic flow without hindering the traffic at all. .

Wei Fuyuan thought to himself: It seems that even if he is a ghost, he still has a lot of things to do.

In addition, Young Master Wei, who was "in the dark" for the first time, also noticed that although the paper city looked very lively, it was actually very quiet.

Everyone walked without footsteps, and never spoke, and even the passing cars—whether they were motor vehicles or horse-drawn carriages—were all silent.

The roar of motors, the roar of engines, the operation of machines and the noise of tourists in ordinary cities do not exist in this weird paper city.

——No wonder Beiquan won't let me speak!

Wei Fuyuan secretly rejoiced.

It's a good chance that I didn't scream out just now, or else that voice would have spread two kilometers directly in such a quiet place!

Different from the vague shadows he saw when he came here, Wei Fuyuan noticed that most of the "people" who were active in this city had appearances similar to living people.

Their facial features are clear, and their gender and age can be seen, but their faces are frighteningly pale. It is no exaggeration to say that "the face is like gold paper".

As for those who are not "human", it is really difficult to generalize.

Wei Fuyuan felt that he had seen the legendary cow head and horse face, and some monsters like pigs, sheep, and snakes. They were all strange shapes, and there were only those that you couldn't imagine, without which they would not dare to grow.

These non-human creatures walked through the crowd naturally, and no one turned their heads to look at them.

At this time, Beiquan squeezed Wei Fuyuan hard.

Young Master Wei suddenly realized that the way he stared at passers-by was too explicit.

He quickly lowered his eyes, pretending that he was just an ordinary passer-by.

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Beiquan led Wei Fuyuan around a few blocks and came to a large open space.

Strange to say, Wei Fuyuan started from "landing" and traveled all the way. The places he passed were all densely packed, with paper-made buildings everywhere, and there was even a building that was directly superimposed on another in a way that completely violated the principles of mechanics. The sidewalks and roads are also extremely narrow, and the structure of the whole city is extremely chaotic and disorderly, almost comparable to the legendary "Kowloon Walled City".

But now, a whole open space appeared in front of them for no reason.

This open space is approximately circular, with a diameter of at least one kilometer by visual inspection. Its edges are scattered and covered with paper buildings, but within the scope of the open space, not even a stone, a flower or a blade of grass nothing.

And in the center of the open space, there is a huge locust tree growing.

Beiquan pointed at the locust tree, indicating that it was their destination.

Wei Fuyuan nodded.

The two of them stopped wasting time and walked straight towards the locust tree in the center of the open space.