Chapter 63: Yougu Shrine

After getting the map, Lorraine Hill walked out of the old man's house and saw two children eavesdropping under the windowsill.

They have big smart eyes, but their bones are very thin, and coupled with their pale skin, they feel like they will fall when the wind blows.

Seeing that the old man sent Loren Hill out, the two children also dispersed and went elsewhere.

"This is a child from the village. I'm not very sensible, so I made you laugh." The old man briefly explained.

"It's okay." The girl can understand, after all, there are very few outsiders here, and it's normal for children to be curious.

"Then I'll take my leave."

After speaking, Roland Hill rose into the air and flew towards the other side of the col, while the old man still stood there, silently watching the distant back.

After a long time, several thin men from the village came over.

"Village Chief, this woman she..."

"Don't ask, she has nothing to do with recent matters, she is a door-to-door disciple from far away, just don't provoke her easily." After speaking, the old man shook his head, and then silently walked back to the house, looking at the young man old diary left behind.

[Hangyu faction: Huiluzhou came to the door, and the surrounding forces are huge, but fortunately, most of them are peripheral factions, and there are not many real disciples... At the same time, it is also the main source of Zhaoye Palace....]

This diary was written on yellowed mulberry paper, and the edges and corners were already curled up and stained with a lot of black and gray, which showed that it was a few years old.

"Mother-in-law Ge Luo actually skipped the Zhaoye Palace and directly invited Hanyu to send support. It can be seen that the situation is getting more and more difficult, alas..."

The old man put down the book he wrote when he was wandering outside, sat at the table, and fell into dull thinking again, while the village outside the window gradually returned to its usual calm.

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Climbing over the mountains of the mountains, the time gradually came to the afternoon, and the air also brought a hint of coolness, blowing the girl's dress and hair.

After turning around dozens of peaks and canyons, a strange place in the distance finally appeared in Roland Hill's perception. She turned around, fell sideways into the canyon, and flew forward.

When flying downward, a tall and deep canyon gradually appeared in front of Roland Hill.

There are steep and towering mountain walls on both sides, the specific shape of which is like a groove left after using a giant axe to slash the earth and then pick it up.

The mountain walls on both sides were not separated in a v-line, but gradually approached in an a-shape at the top, and there was a sense of oppression that was about to collapse, which made people feel frightened and frightened.

Walking in it, gusts of cold wind blew from the front of the valley, making a whistling sound, and the canyon in the field of vision was getting darker and darker, as if it was heading towards the underworld.

Although Roland Hill is not very afraid of this, but walking in it can also feel what kind of heart palpitations and panic to ordinary people.

The two little birds slowly landed from the back and landed on the stone beside the girl, making a chirping cry that echoed far and wide in the valley.

"Okay, don't call for now, just in case something bad comes out..." Before the girl could finish speaking, there was a sound of running fast from the front.

Soon a group of people in black robes rushed over. They had almost no exposed skin. They were all wrapped in black clothes, and even wore wooden masks under their hoods, which looked like ghosts.

After seeing the girl, the leader paused, raised his left hand, stopped the people around him for a while, and then began to ask.

"Who are you and why are you here?" The voice was cold and seemed to be very alert.

As a last resort, Roland Hill had to explain it again, and this time it took a lot of effort to finally make the leader believe it for the time being.

"You wait here first and give us the token."

"Okay." The girl nodded helplessly, it seems that this place is very unfriendly to foreigners.

After that, a man in black picked up the token and went back, and Roland Hill had to lean on the stone beside him, closing his eyes and resting for the time being, ignoring this group of eyeing people.

About half an hour later, the person holding the token finally came back. He whispered a few words beside the leader, and then the leader calmed down.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, please come with me."

After speaking, the group of people gave way, and the one in the lead led the way for the girl, and the two walked towards the depths of the canyon.

There are many broken pebbles in the ground underfoot, which is very barren. It does not look like a place for farming, and the sky above is also small, like a thick line, spreading forward. The mountain walls on both sides are the kind of slightly weathered rocks with peeling marks, and their inclined angles cover most of the sky, making people worry that they will collapse at any time and bury the entire valley.

After walking a few miles inward, the mountain walls on both sides gradually closed together, becoming narrower and narrower, and finally seemed to be leaning against each other, leaving only the line of sky in the middle. And leading to the sky in the distance is a long staircase.

Following this nearly 45-degree staircase, after slowly climbing up, finally, a relatively flat open space appeared in front of the girl. And behind this open space is an 'elegant' shrine.

The reason why I say this is because the shrine has been damaged in many places, and the eaves and corners are peeling off, but even so, it can still be seen from its general shape that the shrine was elegant and graceful in the past.

"Lord Miko is in the shrine, so I won't go in." His voice was slightly lower, with a bit of a military air.

"Yeah." The girl nodded and greeted the two birds to stop by the open space, and she alone

A single person walked slowly inside.

Coincidentally, it happened to be dusk at this time, and the canyon opposite the shrine also happened to be west.

There were a few cold calls from the woods on the side, and a few crows stood on the top of the tree, watching the girl walking towards the inside of the shrine, her shadow was drawn very long on the ground.

Boom, boom.

Even if he was as light as Roland Hill, stepping on the wooden board of this shrine, he still made clear footsteps, and the surroundings were silent.

The inside of the shrine is very dark, with a dry and cool atmosphere.

When Roland Hill gradually got used to the dim environment, he focused his eyes on the front. There was an old man sitting with his back to her, and she was wearing a black robe.

The reason why it is said to be an old man is because he has long gray and haggard hair behind him, which is not what a young man would look like.

"Welcome." The old man's deep and slow voice sounded in the house, she bowed and bowed again, and then slowly stood up and turned around.

"You are the disciple sent by Xianyu."

"Yes."

The girl looked at the old man in front of her. Her face was wrinkled and her skin was a little loose. From her brows, she could still vaguely see how beautiful she used to be. If let her return to 20 years old, it is estimated that she is also a beautiful woman.

"My name is Ziqiu Geluo, and it's the witch of this shrine." The clothes on this old man are indeed somewhat similar to those of the outside world. The atmosphere is elegant and luxurious, but her age is very difficult. It is reminiscent of those young and beautiful witches in the outside world.

"Hello, my name is Luo... Jialan." The girl said it smoothly for a while, and then quickly changed it.

"Luo Jialan, a very good name." The old man nodded, his quiet appearance made Roland Hill hesitate and miss the opportunity to explain.

"You're still carrying your luggage, right? Come with me first, and I'll help you arrange a place to live."

After finishing speaking, the old man took Loren Hill to the exit of the side door, from where he could see a small yard in the woods next to the shrine.

After seeing the girl come out, the two birds on the open space in front of the shrine also chirped and flew over.

"Is this your buddy?" the old man asked.

"Yes." The girl nodded.

"Very good, then they have to arrange a place to live." The old man nodded approvingly.

With the girl and two birds, the old man walked unhurriedly ahead. Although she looked very old, her footsteps did not tremble. Instead, she was calm and quiet, as if nothing could trouble her.

Pushing open the door of the courtyard, the corners of the door panel turned in the round stone groove, making a slight creaking sound, and then the two entered it.

The yard is not big, there is a small open space in the middle, and there is a well in the open space.

"It's not as good as the outside world. It's probably a bit shabby. I hope you can understand." The old man explained slowly, then took out the key and opened the door on the side to reveal the inner environment.

A table is placed in the simple hall, and then to the side is a bedroom with a wooden bed. The wood looked very old and dim, but the quilts and sheets on the bed were new and seemed to have been prepared recently.

"You can usually live here." The old man briefly introduced the situation in the lower courtyard, the bedroom, the hall, and the kitchen on the side.

"We have very few trees here, and they are very precious. If you want to cook, I'm afraid you have to trouble yourself with magic to make a fire." The old man said apologetically.

"Well, it doesn't matter." The girl shook her head, it was not difficult for her.

"As long as you can adapt." The old man looked at Loren Hill with relief, and then said again.

"From such a distance, I'm probably tired. Why don't you take a night's rest first, and I'll tell you about the surrounding situation tomorrow."

The girl thought for a while, then nodded. The old man saw it, and after explaining it, he slowly withdrew.

Seeing that the courtyard became quiet, Roland Hill breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the house.

She first put down the salute, checked the lower bedroom, and saw that there was no problem, so she lay on the bed, and at this time, two birds also jumped up, huddled together, and squatted beside the girl.

"You are not cats, you are not soft at all." The girl touched the two slightly fat birds and looked up at the ceiling. Well, maybe it can't be called a ceiling, because overhead is the eaves and tiles, and you can see the beams in it, with a little cobweb on it.

After coming to this area, the girl saw a lot of new things, and packed a lot of information in her head. At this time, she also fell into a period of analysis and thinking.

According to what I heard at the frontier inn before, and the explanation of the old man in the village during the day. It can be roughly understood that this place should be isolated from the world and rare for outsiders.

The Ximu Mountains are located between Xiyou Continent and Mushan Continent. Compared with other regions of the Plantagenet Dynasty, this place is more like an outer domain, that is, a place that is not under the jurisdiction and protection of the dynasty.

According to the people in the inn and the old man, the mountains and rivers here contain a lot of undead sequence magic, which leads to the spontaneous generation of ghosts and undead in the area, so it is very dangerous, so it is necessary to send people to clean up often .

In addition, under the pollution of the magic power of the necromantic sequence, many lands are not suitable for planting crops, and they also have certain damage and corrosion to people.

And there is a clan who live here. In ancient times, they were citizens who specialized in the necromantic sequence, so they still retain the tradition of cultivating the necromantic sequence. First, it can absorb the magic power of those wandering undead sequences, and secondly, it can deal with the same undead sequences.

Columns of wild ghosts can do it all with one stone.

However, due to complex historical reasons in the past, the residents here do not have a good relationship with the outside world, and it can be said that they hate each other. On the outside borders, many people within the dynasty believe that it is these savage clans that drive those ghosts and ghosts to harm people everywhere, so they must be vigorously suppressed.

As for this group of stubborn clans in the mountains of Ximu, from their performance, this group of people also has a strong resistance to the outside world, which shows that there are not many conflicts and contradictions accumulated on weekdays.

However, due to historical reasons, few people in the outside world sympathize with this group of scumbags, and coupled with the inaccessibility of people here, it has gradually become a corner that has been forgotten by the dynasty.

"However, the state shepherd seems to be very hostile to this group of scumbags." The girl recalled what she saw in the inn.

It's not just that Xuanbaoqi often patrols the border, but also because they deliberately provoke those mixed-race people in white.

According to Roland Hill's flying observations in the mountains of Ximu in the past two days, these clans are not strong, and can even be said to be very weak. There are very few residents and villages, and they are far less prosperous than the outside towns. They do not have the kind of strength to threaten the outside world, and even surviving in the mountains is somewhat difficult.

It stands to reason that this group of clans should be in a very weak position, and there is absolutely no need to pay such attention to and suppress them.

Why deliberately provoke conflicts? Is it any good to make the border people hostile to the clan?

As she recalled what she had seen these days, the girl slowly analyzed it.

Finally, she slowly closed her eyes and put aside these thoughts for the time being.

Let’s look at it again in a few days. The information I know is still too little. No matter how much I think about it, I can’t come up with any clues. It’s better to stay for a while and then talk about it. After a long time, naturally everything became clear.

Furthermore, he was only ordered to come here to assist the priestess in crusade against ghosts and ghosts, so he did not need to intervene in this chaotic situation.

It's good to complete the tasks step by step, let's go here first today, it's time to get a good night's sleep.

Thinking of this, the girl first lay down on the bed and took a nap. When it got dark, he woke up from his sleep.

I'm hungry, I can't sleep well without eating.

Roland Hill got up from the bed, and the two birds were also awakened by the action.

"Do you want to eat too?" The girl touched the two excited birds and walked out of the room into the yard. There were a few sparse starlights in the sky, and there were slight insect sounds all around.

She filled up a bucket of water and came to the kitchen on the side. After cleaning up, she used her magic power to condense a cyan flame and put it into the stove.

Looking at the stove made of stone bricks and the big iron pot on it, the girl sat beside her, as if she had returned to her hometown when she was a child.

By the way, what are you going to eat tonight? It was only then that the girl remembered that she didn't ask the witch for food, and her eyes drifted to the two birds unknowingly.

If only they were fatter, this thought suddenly popped into my mind.

Looking at the two little birds who didn't know it, the girl smiled for a while, and then stood up again.

It's better to go to the witch and ask, otherwise I'll really be hungry tonight. At this time, the other party should not have slept.

Roland Hill pushed open the door of the yard, and a loud insect chirping also entered her ears. She ignited a few cold flames formed by the magic of the undead, surrounded by her side, and then walked towards the shrine in the night.

The night was cold and pitch black as ink, but the sound of weeping chants could be heard faintly from the shrine in the distance.