The carriage slowly left the city gate and headed straight north along the official road.

The curtain of the car was removed, and Li Xianyuan sat in front of the carriage, holding the reins.

The groom was driven down by him at the city gate, and it was enough to travel one person.

The dark clouds pressed lower and the rain became heavier. The official road, which was already rare, was even less than 50 feet away. In the hazy, the visibility was less than 50 feet.

The dense sounds of raindrops hitting the roof of the car were heard.

Li Xianyuan slowed down his speed and the carriage slowly moved along the official road. The speed was not fast, and he couldn't walk fifty miles even if it was dark at this speed.

Not far away there is a pavilion, with a few horses outside the pavilion, and a few people standing in the pavilion, all wearing official uniforms.

"Mr. Li, please send me off soon!" The magistrate shouted through the rain curtain and came from afar.

Li Xianyuan looked at him and stood up and bowed to him.

It was not until he walked out that Li Xianyuan sat down and expanded the sheepskin map.

A hundred miles ahead is Wuling County. Seeing that the rain cannot stop for a short time, it will never arrive before dark.

There was a place to settle down halfway, about thirty miles ahead. But... it was a charity village.

A charity house is a place where people are killed. Anyone who has not found a good place to be buried and dies in a foreign land, and who is poor and cannot be buried will be temporarily placed in a charity house.

If it were the ancient times, it would have been just corpses. But this is a mythical world. In other words, if there were no ghosts or zombies in the charity village, the officials would not believe it.

The carriage was slightly bumpy, and a little rain was poured into the carriage by the wind, awakening Li Xianyuan.

It was really a fool to embark on the road without any preparation. I thought I had a fever and had some stupid idea.

Now that I am awake, it is too late to regret it, so I can only continue to move forward.

Li Xianyuan had ink on his belly, so as long as he wrote the world for him, there would be no danger on the road. The identity of Guanneihou and jade tablets allowed him to gain some convenience.

He was a little cold, not sure if it was caused by the disease or the rain. Li Xianyuan took out the Tongsheng robe from the bag and put it on, and then felt a little better.

The carriage is led from the county government. It is suitable for long journeys, and some wind and rain will not be unable to catch up with the road.

Li Xianyuan leaned against the carriage and let the horse pull the carriage along the official road. Suddenly, he felt a little tired and closed his eyes and took a nap.

After a while, Li Xianyuan opened her eyes and felt dizzy and felt very uncomfortable.

It was the first time he had been sick when he came here.

Li Xianyuan blinked a few times and found that something was abnormal. Whether he opened his eyes and closed his eyes, it was pitch black all around, and he could not see his five fingers.

Li Xianyuan smeared out of the carriage and finally saw the surrounding scenery. The carriage stopped on the side of the road for some reason, with dense woods on both sides, and there were no villages in front or shops behind.

The rain stopped temporarily, and the dark clouds above my head were not dissipated. I thought it would be even more difficult to fall after a while.

It was really dark, and only one outline could be seen with his hand. Li Xianyuan had to summon Haoran's aura, and the milky white mist slightly illuminated the surroundings. He took out the paper and pen in the bag and dissipated Haoran's aura.

The amount of Haoran's energy is limited, and excessive consumption will cause a slight pain in the mind and it is difficult to concentrate. What's more, who would use the Haoran energy as a lighting object...

Sasha—

The sound of the shaking and friction of the woods covered the sound of the brush writing on rice paper. Li Xianyuan, who was sitting cross-legged in the front of the car, suddenly felt aching in his eyebrows, and he started writing faster.

A ray of moonlight shines, like the sky clears. But the sky is still covered with dark clouds, and the moonlight shines only about ten feet around Li Xianyuan.

I saw countless twisted and strange shadows without any escape under the moonlight. The nearest ones had spread to the side of the carriage. When the moonlight shone, they twisted and retreated to both sides of the official road.

"What is that."

Li Xianyuan was slightly stunned and continued to write in her hands.

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Looking up at the bright moon, looking down at the hometown.

The poem is completed, and the moonlight is brighter in a radius of more than ten feet. It pours over the surroundings, and there are only ordinary woods on both sides of the official road, rustling by the wind, and a cool feeling.

The famous quiet night thoughts are just strange phenomena.

Li Xianyuan held paper and pen in his hand and gently pulled the reins to let the carriage continue to move forward.

There are differences here, and it cannot be delayed.

I think the whole Da Shang couldn't find a person as luxurious as him, using vision poems as lighting tools.

At this time, they are still on the official road. The Great Shang and the Immortal Sect attach great importance to the official road. They will not seek trouble for the big monsters who hide in the deep mountains or are harmless to the human race. Once they encounter monsters that kill innocent people and rampant in places where people are inhabited, they will all kill and kill.

What's more, there are many demons and immortals in the Heavenly Court, which will make their disciples restrain their ferociousness. Therefore, except for the ferocious beasts that have just started to open their wisdom, few monsters eat people.

The moonlight shines around the carriage and can be maintained for a while. However, there is no one here, and you may not be able to find the post station. Li Xianyuan doesn't even know where he is on the pipeline.

The moonlight initially covered more than ten feet in a radius, but gradually weakened over time. Ten feet, eight feet, five feet...

After a hundred breaths, the moonlight weakened to three feet. The woods outside the official road were hidden deep in the darkness. In the faintness, countless resentful eyes seemed to be staring at.

There is strangeness everywhere. Li Xianyuan has a strong spirit to protect himself, and there are also strange poems to disperse him. Not to mention the illusory, but it does have the merits of Buddhism. Which demon dares to come up without knowing whether to live or not?

As if responding to what Li Xianyuan thought, a few ghost fires lit up ahead.

The carriage was still moving forward, and the ghost fire was as big as a fist, vaguely illuminating the outline.

It's not ghost fire but lights.

Two lanterns are hung high beside the door, and a small bluestone path extends from the official road to the front of the door.

The carriage stopped in front of the bluestone road, and the vision of quiet night thoughts completely disappeared.

Li Xianyuan put away the rice paper and stood up from the car to look over.

This building is really weird, with a square footage, like a flat box. There are no windows on all sides, only one entrance of the main entrance. Two lanterns are hung on the left and right side of the door. There are also many white silk hanging on the front door, with some talismans drawn on it.

The only thing marked on the map that matches this situation and this scene is...

Yizhuang.

Most people are already frightened and frightened when they see this love and scene, but Li Xianyuan is slightly relieved. It is easy to know where this place is.

It seems that he was sleeping, and the carriage took him to a chariot village more than 30 miles away from Wuhou County.

A white silk hanging on the door was suddenly tilted, and a figure walked out, holding a wooden basin.

The figure poured water in the wooden basin aside and was about to turn back. Suddenly, he saw a carriage parked on the official road and asked, "Is it a new pen?"

New pen?

Li Xianyuan was puzzled and said: "He came from Wuhou County in the lower place. It was already dark halfway through the road. I wanted to stay here for a night."

"Let's stay?" The figure held a wooden basin and walked to the side of the carriage with wooden clogs under his feet, looking up at Li Xianyuan.

This man is in his twenties, but his beard makes him look much older.

"Young Master, do you know where I am?"

Li Xianyuan replied calmly: "The charity village is a place where people are released."

"Since that's the case, young master, you still dare to stay there?" The man asked tilted his head and asked.
Chapter completed!