3 years of college entrance examination, 5 years of escape

"If he is a monster, then the safety of the people in the town..." Li Ci finally showed another expression called anxiety that was different from indifference.

Xiaopang said: "You can rest assured. In fact, the original Marshal Zhou was a mortal. But he was eaten by this monster. Mr. Yuan originally wanted to take him in, but the monster proposed that he could pretend to be Marshal Zhou, sit in the northeast, and deal with the little devils. I just beg Mr. Yuan to spare his life. We have lived in peace for two or three years, but this monster went crazy this morning and ordered someone to detain Mr. Yuan. You also know that Taoists do not clash with ordinary people. So Mr. Yuan was arrested and followed them away."

Ye Ce: "Since he is a Taoist priest, his life should not be in danger for the time being. What about Bai Wangling? What is his identity?"

Fatty: "He is a distant relative of Mr. Yuan. I don't know exactly what he does."

Li Ci pondered for a moment, and said: "Mr. Yuan and Master Bai should be able to save the day. The most urgent task is to find Junjun. The gate of the demon market is wide open, and without Mr. Yuan in charge, Junjun is in a very dangerous situation!"

Ye Ce asked, "Where did Junjun go?"

Fatty said: "Pansidong!"

Li Ci: "He has lived in this village for so long, so it is unreasonable not to know that the [-]th day is dangerous. If he hasn't returned after one night, he may be in trouble."

Ye Ce stretched out his foot and kicked Xiaopang's ass, and said fiercely, "Don't you still lead the way?"

Xiaopang was kicked by him and fell a few steps forward, and said with a mournful face: "On weekdays, the master doesn't allow us to get close to Pansi Cave, and I don't know how to get there. Who would have thought that this time, the girl had the guts of a leopard and dared to enter the tiger's den alone?" !"

"I know the way." Erdan looked up at the sky, "My mother said that I should hurry home for dinner before the sun goes down. There is still some time, so I'll take you there." He said and jumped out like a crazy chicken, He disappeared in the blink of an eye, but the chicken feathers on his head fluttered in the wind, like a small colorful flag, waving in the wind to lead them the way.

Pansi Cave is deep in the mountain.The ancient trees here are towering, the blue waves are like the sea, and the thousands of rocks are beautiful, like a 5A-level tourist attraction.The entrance is not a hole, but two bronze doors, one with "Guanshandu" and the other with "Chaotianque".

Er Dan stopped steadily when he was [-] meters away, and he didn't want to get closer.Even though he looked like an ignorant [-] who was fearless, he was instinctively afraid of the things behind the door at this moment.He said: "This is it, I'm leaving. My mother is waiting for me to come home for dinner."

Seeing that he wanted to slip away, Ye Ce quickly grabbed his fox tail and asked, "Which door leads to the demon market?"

Er Dan shook his head, "My mother doesn't even take me to the market. She said children can't go. I don't know which door she went through. After the sun goes down, there will be a ribbon-cutting ceremony in the demon city. My mother said that these monsters A child will be sacrificed to heaven. So before sunset, I have to go home and eat."

As he spoke, he performed a trick, made his tail disappear, slipped out of Ye Ce's hand like a loach, and Sa Yazi ran away.

After observing for a long time, Li Ci found that the two doors were identical except for the different characters. He couldn't see any clues, so he said, "Let's go separately. Whoever finds Junjun first will go back to rescue the soldiers. Sir, they should come back." gone."

Xiaopang said, "Can't we ask Erniang Hu for help?"

Ye Ce said: "If they were willing to help, they would have told us Junjun's whereabouts long ago."

Li Ci said: "These monsters come and go to Xiaoxi Village, they should recognize Junjun as Mr. Yuan's. They won't do anything to him."

Xiaopang showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

Ye Ce frowned, and asked, "What are you hiding from us again?"

Fatty said: "Mr. Yuan and the monster have three chapters. They can't step out of Xiaoxi Village, and Mr. Yuan can't interfere with what they do in the demon city!"

Ye Ce was stunned for a moment, savoring the words "what he did", and thinking of Er Dan's saying "catch a child to sacrifice to heaven", "Would Jun Jun be made a sacrifice as a pig or sheep?"

Xiaopang didn't answer, and Ye Ce's guess of that wry smile was pretty much the same - if Junjun really strayed into the demon market by mistake and got caught.

Li Ci asked: "Do you know what is behind these two doors?"

Xiaopang said: "One door leads to the demon market, and the other door leads to Xiaoxi Village. Looking from the top down, Xiaoxi Village is a large gossip formation. Therefore, outsiders cannot enter, and people inside cannot exit. Go. To destroy the Eight Diagrams Formation in Xiaoxi Village, the eyes of the formation must be destroyed. But the eyes of the formation are full of traps, and laymen will die if they enter."

"Okay. The left and right are dead, you choose." Ye Ce said: "I will take one, and you two will take the other."

Li Ci said: "I will go to 'Chaotian Que'."

Ye Ce: "Okay. Then I'll go to Guan Shandu."

Xiaopang hesitated, and said after a long while, "I...I'll go back and get rescuers!"

Ye Ce nodded, "That's fine. It can't be destroyed." He walked forward and pushed open the bronze door resolutely.

"Amitabha is merciful. Bless you." Li Ci clasped his palms together and recited a Buddhist name, and walked slowly towards "Chao Tian Que".There was a brief flash of light, and then the ears were filled with the cries of hawkers, and people came and went, shoulder to shoulder.

He came to the demon city.So where is Junjun?

dong dong dong-

At this time, the big clock in the distance struck three times.A man with chicken feathers on his head and colorful faces painted on his face stood on the bell tower, with his hands on his chest, with a solemn expression, praying to the sky, "Thank you for the heaven and earth, and give us life. We wish you eternal life for your son." People, I will be loyal to you forever and dedicate endless lives."

Because God bred mountain spirits and monsters, these stubborn things want to repay their favor, and they are not willing to die themselves, so they replace them with other things.For example, unenlightened pigs and sheep, such as alive and kicking people.

A boy about sixteen or seventeen years old was tied up and sent to a high sacrificial altar.He lowered his head, couldn't see his face clearly, and was weak and weak.His body was covered with blood and scars, so he must have suffered a lot.

But this figure is definitely not Junjun.Besides, Junjun wore a skirt the day he ran away from home.And this man was indeed a man.Li Ci wanted to squeeze forward, but he was weak and weak, and was knocked to the ground repeatedly, rolling several somersaults.In just a short while, the person with the chicken feather on the end said with a solemn expression: "I bestow on you the highest honor—to sacrifice to heaven."

Then the executioners appeared, not with exaggerated machetes on their shoulders, but a dagger in their hands.The ritual of offering sacrifices to heaven is very cruel—flaying alive.

Many people rushed to visit after hearing the news, pointing and pointing, but no one made a sound to stop it.

A young girl said: "Mom, that brother is so pitiful."

"Shh - don't talk! Otherwise the priest will arrest you and replace him!" The mother covered her ignorant daughter's mouth.

Li Ci turned into a watermelon, hugging his head with both hands, rolled all the way to the front, and finally reached the bottom of the clock tower, stood up in disgrace, looked up, his heart almost broke.

The boy looked like a Peking duck, with one left leg gone and only bones left.The executioner must have been very skilled in his work. When he sliced ​​the meat, the white tendons didn't break.

The boy didn't say a word, and seemed to have passed out.

Li Ci hurriedly shouted: "Stop!"

At this time, because the scene was too bloody, the parents covered their children's eyes, and because it was too horrifying, the people watching the show also shut their mouths, so there was complete silence.

Li Ci's voice was particularly abrupt, and everyone present could hear it clearly, including the boy who was regarded as a roast duck.He moved his head, raised his head slightly, and followed the sound to look over.

The eyes of the two met.

It was a pale and handsome face with a very bookish look. At the moment, his eyes were blank, and he seemed to be aggrieved and scared.Seeing that Li Ci's eyes were sore, he thought to himself: "Merciful Amitabha, why don't you protect these innocent young people?"

The high priest sternly reprimanded: "It is disrespectful to heaven and earth to disturb the sacrificial ceremony! Who are you waiting for? Report your name quickly!"

Li Cidao: "How dare heaven and earth honor with flesh and blood? Empress Nuwa collected the aura of heaven, poured it into the loess of the earth, molded a human body, bestowed a soul, and achieved the way of the world. How could you be so ruined by you!"

The priest said coldly: "This is the rule left by the ancestors. If there is no sacrifice, the clan will be punished by heaven!

Li Cidao: "My Buddha is merciful. How can you drink human blood and suck human bones? What you sacrifice is not the yellow sky and thick soil, but the ten thousand zhang evil spirit!"

At this time, a person who also painted his face whispered to the priest: "There is a saying from the ancestors, if someone wants to save the sacrifice, he has to go up the mountain of swords and down the sea of ​​fire, and walk the road of hell and hell. If he is not dead, then It's the sacrificial offering that shouldn't die."

The priest said: "It's not impossible for me to let people go. As long as you can walk the road to Huangquan once."

The so-called Huangquan Road is a densely packed and dense iron nail road.A piece of iron plate full of nails was moved up and pieced together, a full 800 meters.It's daunting and chills down the spine.

At this time, ordinary people should take a look at "Beijing Roast Duck" and think about whether it is worth it.However, Li Ci didn't look around, nor did he hesitate at all. He took off his shoes and socks, and stepped on it without hesitation.

He originally had inconvenient legs and feet, but he walked slowly, and he couldn't tell if he didn't look carefully.Now, if you want to go through the nail board, you must "short-term pain is worse than long-term pain"-walking fast, so limping is especially obvious.

An ordinary person would have to grit his teeth and rush forward, but he just didn't.Put your hands together, take a step and recite a sentence of Buddha, blood flowers bloom under your feet, and there is a solemn treasure on your face.

After the 800 meters, the sun also went down, and the time for offering sacrifices passed—Li Ci didn’t die, and the boy didn’t have to die either.

The pain was excruciating, but he didn't frown, and looked at the priest with burning eyes, "A gentleman promises everything. Let him go!" He seemed to have forgotten what things were in the monster market. In the future, who will talk to him about the truth.But the auspicious time has passed, and it would be disrespectful to kill again.

So the priest waved his sleeves coldly, and the boy was untied by the hemp rope and brought down, and then pushed to the ground mercilessly.Li Ci hurried forward to catch him.At first, I thought that he didn't say a word, because he fainted from the pain, but when he caught it, he found that the other party seemed to be in good spirits.

The boy raised his head, his eyes were dark and shiny, and he asked purely, "What's your name?"

"Li Ci."

"Li Ci? The Son of God bestowed by the heavens." He said in a low voice, raised his eyebrows and smiled at random, surrounded by a pack of wolves, his expression was quite coquettish, and said in a gentle voice, "I remember."

Li Ci asked, "What's your name?"

"Duan Qianheng."

"I'll carry you." Duan Qianheng's shredded calf was unbearable, Li Ci turned around and bent him on his body.

"Thank you." Duan Qianheng put his arms around his neck, and brushed his fingers over his ears, leaving a finger mark like a plum blossom.

Li Ci is not tall, boys develop late, he is still a bean at the age of thirteen or fourteen, and he also has injuries on his feet. With such a back, he looks nondescript when walking, which is very pitiful.

There are also kind monsters.A beautiful 17-year-old girl came out of the inn. She saw everything clearly just now. The priest had released them, which meant that the two were safe.She lost her scruples and called the servant to help, and carried Duan Qianheng in on a stretcher.While going to ask for a doctor, he stared at Li Ci as if looking at the New World and asked, "Aren't you in pain? Your blood is all over the nail plate!"

Li Cidao: "Skin injuries can be tolerated."

The girl said: "I'll go find some Jinchuang medicine gauze for you."

"Thank you. Thank you." He said politely.

The girl came back in a short while.Originally wanted to bandage him up, but he refused because he could not accept a kiss between a man and a woman.The girl watched him wipe off the blood on the soles of his feet with cotton balls, and then sterilized them with alcohol. She frowned slightly, probably in pain, so she asked curiously, "Do you know that person?"

"do not know."

The girl's eyes widened when she heard the words, "You risk your life to save me if you don't know him? You are really interesting. My name is Xiao Cui, what's your name?"

"Li Ci." His subordinates moved neatly and proficiently, as if they were often injured, and they were covered in a short while.Putting on the shoes and socks that hadn't been stained with blood, she stood up enduring the excruciating pain, and said, "Xiao Cui, has the doctor been here? How should I say it?"

Duan Qianheng lived in the guest room next door. Li Ci came to the corridor and looked in through the half-open window. He was already asleep.

Xiaocui said: "Oh. The doctor is a bit busy and hasn't come yet. I asked the kitchen to make a bowl of pain relief soup for him first."

Thinking that the doctor didn't dare to come because he was afraid of offending the priest, Li Cilue thought for a moment and said, "Where is the clinic? His leg is so injured, we can't delay."

Xiaocui said, "It's at the end of the long street."

Li Ci: "Please help me take care of him. I'll call the doctor."

When there was no movement in the corridor, Duan Qianheng, who was sleeping soundly in the guest room, slowly opened his eyes, which were eerily dark.He sat up, with a pure and kind expression on his face, and his eyebrows were rather lazy.Grabbing from the air, a scimitar was in hand.

Then, he slowly cut off the fibula of his calf, and used a sharp blade to carve small holes in it, making a harsh grinding sound, and then polished it into a beautiful white bone flute, which he played by his mouth.

It is a song "Plum Blossoms"

"...Is it the body, or the heart? If the heart stays, why frown? For Xianying, it's deserted, remembering the past."

"Old tour, old tour, is it here today? It's a dream, it's a dream, I can't dream it, the cold water flows in vain."

"...It is said that no one is as worried as me. It is snowing tonight, and there are plum blossoms, as worrying as me."

His voice is hoarse and low-pitched, and his singing is especially bewitching, enough to linger for three days.

Where no one was paying attention, in the depths of thousands of feet underground, clusters of black mist that made the gods restless seeped out from the gaps.Dark clouds rolled in the sky, wrapped in a howling wind, whistling past, and pouring down a torrential downpour.

"Damn weather. How can it rain when it rains? Go home and collect your clothes—" a charming voice sounded in the corridor, and the door was pushed open after a while.Xiaocui walked in holding the medicine bowl, looked up and saw Duan Qianheng leaning against the window, and said in surprise: "Why did you get out of bed—" She looked at his intact calf in horror.

Duan Qianheng turned his head and said to her with a smile, "Thank you for taking care of me. I'm fine." Then he walked towards her slowly, with a pure smile on his face, but Xiaocui looked cold to the bone, stuck in place like a stick , did not dare to move.

One after another, white bones climbed down from the beams of the house, and ghost claws came out from the floor. Duan Qianheng missed her and opened the door even further. The ghostly aura quickly enveloped the surrounding area.

Monsters have to eat too.It was meal time, and the inn was full of seats.The door was suddenly shut with a bang, followed by a sharp cry, the tables, chairs and benches fell to the ground, and all the people running around with their heads in their arms became disorganized in the blink of an eye—the corpses were all shattered.

Duan Qianheng took the time to lean on the railing and played a piece of music, which was still a mournful libretto.

"Settlement of life, romantic debts... Hugh. What's the reason."

"Since ancient times, Jiaobo has drowned many people. May I ask if I can still be drowned? Raise your eyes and look at the silk puppets. Whoever makes them will accept them."

These scraps of limbs pieced together again in this rather gentle singing, and slowly stood up, but the movements were quite slow, and it seemed that their brains were not working well-some heads were worn on the wrong body.

They don't need to think, they only need to do one thing - hold the scythe of death high.

In the time of one song, there is only one living person left in the inn.The blood all over Xiaocui's body was frozen, she looked panic-stricken, and only one thought remained in her mind: he is not human, he is not human...

Duan Qianheng walked towards her with a smile that was not a smile, and asked softly, "Miss, what are you afraid of?"

He stretched out his hand to hug Xiaocui into his arms, and poured into her fair ears, saying word by word, "Don't be afraid. Although I like to kill people, I don't like rape or rape." With a light cut of the machete in his hand, Slit her throat.He said with compassion in his eyes: "What a pretty girl, what a pity, I'll leave you a whole body."

After finishing speaking, he threw her body on the ground mercilessly, walked over, walked downstairs slowly, and said to the puppet with his hands behind his back, "No one will be left in the demon city. Except for the person I put a mark on him. "

"I'll kill you——" At this moment, suddenly, a handsome boy with red eyes popped out from the corner, holding a kitchen knife high, and charged aggressively!

Without lifting his eyelids, Duan Qianheng cut the person who carried him into the inn from head to toe with a backhand knife.Hot blood immediately splashed on most of his body like splashed ink.

At this time, with a bang, the door was knocked open from the outside.

The two eyes met unexpectedly.There was a murderous intent, and a shock and astonishment.

"Ahhh. I'm back so soon." Duan Qianheng was the first to put away his killing intent, raised his sleeves to wipe off the blood on his cheeks, revealed a handsome and refined face, and said to Li Ci at the door in a gentle manner: "I made you laugh."

After he finished speaking, he grinned innocently, with two dimples looming on his cheeks.

If it wasn't for the fact that the blood on the blade was still dripping, Li Ci would have thought it was just a dream.

"What... What's going on?" He murmured, and walked a few steps forward in disbelief, trying to bypass Duan Qianheng and go to the inn.

"Actually, it's not a big deal. It's just that you, little master... accidentally saved a devil." Duan Qianheng smiled shyly, stretched out his hand to grab his arm, pulled him into his arms, and clasped him tightly. Ignoring his struggle, he dragged him out of the inn, smiled and gave a cruel order, "Kill."

The boy who had just died dragged half of his body to stand up, held up the kitchen knife expressionlessly, caught a fish that slipped through the net and slaughtered it, chopping off the man's head with one knife.

There was chaos in the street.

"Help me—"

"Mom—help me—"

"Don't kill my child, please—"

Duan Qianheng stood in the middle of the street, covering Li Ci's eyes with his hands, but leaving his ears to hear the wailing everywhere.

Li Ci seemed to be stupid, standing like a wooden man, neither struggling nor cursing.

Duan Qianheng asked earnestly: "Little master, why don't you recite scriptures? I like to hear you recite Amitabha." He showed a mischievous smile, "It helps to increase the interest of killing people."

"Hahahaha——" Duan Qianheng's eyebrows were indescribably wild, and he laughed loudly, watching these people who asked for help and scolded him turned into his loyal servants after death, and pointed their sickles at their former relatives and friends.

After he had had enough of laughing, Li Ci, who was unintentionally burdened with a blood debt, said calmly: "You kill me."

Duan Qianheng said aggrievedly: "Your words hurt my heart too much. It's rare for me to be so close to someone. Of course I want you to share the joy of killing with me." He showed an innocent smile, licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Li Ci. Are you a gift from heaven to me?"

"Crazy - let go of my cousin!" At this moment, an angry shout came from the front.

On the bell tower, at some point stood a little girl in a yellow shirt, holding a red leather slingshot in her hand, and roared violently: "Don't touch him with your dirty hands!"