In the past, the Yunxi Kingdom was not large, with a radius of 3,000 miles, which was similar to the original northern country.

Amu unfolded the secret method of immortal arts, and it almost didn't stop. Before dusk, Amu had already passed through the Yunxi Kingdom and arrived in the northern country.

Liuzhen, in the eastern part of the northern country, is probably only a few hundred miles away at this time.

Once in the North, Amu slowed down. One is to run around for days, even if it is a fairy bone demon body, it is also a little tired. The second is that Amu wants to walk the land of the northern country.

Walking through the town and watching the bustling people, Amu felt like he was away from home.

Back then, Amu also followed his master Wang Jue to some places, and forty years later, there was not much change in the northern kingdom. The mountains and rivers are still the same, and the customs are still the same. The northerners still drink, fish, sing, and dance, but they only get the country name and face.

But all this is a different feeling in Amu's eyes, the years of cultivating immortals, with a flick of his fingers, are a hundred years of mundane in the blink of an eye.

Monks and mortals are no longer the same existence, and Amu is no longer the original Amu!

There was a slight emotion in my heart, and occasionally some old people talked about the old things of the previous dynasty such as Baicheng being turned into ruins overnight, the Great Murong Dynasty taking over the northern country, and Baicheng now being a ghost town.

Forty years ago, for mortals, it was a long time ago. Countless sighs, countless sighs!

"It seems that those two foot traders are not all lies, and that Baicheng seems to have really won the title of ghost town!" Amu said secretly in his heart.

Inadvertently, it seems that someone also mentioned the word "ghost town", but the voice was extremely low, and it was immediately stopped by others. Amu didn't listen to the truth, but he frowned.

The word "ghost town" made Amu's heart palpitate, and an inexplicable feeling hit his heart.

"Let's go back to Willow Town quickly!" Thinking in his heart, Amu no longer lingered in the past place, and once again began to move forward with secret arts.

As the sun set, as soon as dusk arrived, Amu arrived a few miles outside of Liuzhen.

At this time, the sky is getting overcast. Looking at Liuzhen from afar, it is a little gloomy. In late spring, it seems that there will be a good rain on this night.

"Liuzhen!Liuzhen!" Amu looked at Liuzhen in the dusk, gray, but did not change the original quaint appearance.

Although Amu has not seen anyone within dozens of miles, and there is some dead silence, but he is timid about his hometown, and Amu doesn't seem to care.

disappeared in an instant, and when he reappeared, Amu had already stood at the entrance of Liuzhen Town. Standing tall, looking at Yoo Jin quietly.

Suddenly, the black and red brilliance in Amu's eyes was magnificent, like the flames of the last days, spewing out, his fists clenched, still pale.

But Amu's cheeks tightened, and the two flames, under the powerful mind, gradually and unwillingly annihilated.

No one understands Amu's expression at that time, but even thousands of years later, Amu will not forget this moment.

The towering stone monument at the entrance of the town is still there, and the handwriting of the ancient seal reveals a vicissitudes of life-Liuzhen. Amu walked forward slowly, caressing the stone tablet, cold and biting. For some reason, Amu's hands trembled slightly.

The Wang family is in the easternmost part of the town, so Amu enters the town from the west, and to get home, he needs to cross the entire town.

Amu didn't cast any spells, but like a mortal, step by step. Amu wants to walk through this town that brings him the warmest memories, and he wants it all to pass through his life forever.

The moment he stepped into the town, Amu's eyes gradually became a little hazy, and many scenes seemed to appear abruptly.

Like the small Shuangshan Village, there are also many children playing at the entrance of the village. The little ones were playing like crazy, sweating profusely and laughing constantly.

"Brother Amu, you're back!" one of the older children, whose face was a little pale, still laughed and shouted, and at the same time dodged to avoid the other child's pursuit.

"Brother Amu, watch me catch him!" The other child glanced at Amu and almost fell.

Amu subconsciously went over and helped him, the child was too thin, because it was a little light.

Liuzhen is not big, the people in the town, the villagers, basically know each other, these children said hello to Amu, and then ran away.

Hee hee haha, so lively, it's an ordinary twilight in Willow Town.

But a few of the children still looked back at Amu, and there was some pain and reluctance in their eyes. Amu frowned slightly, as if there was some stinging pain in his chest.

Quaint streets, scattered woody scents. Although it was getting late, there were still many people on the long street in Liuzhen.

Some of the doors of the house have been picked up with wind lamps, the wind blows the lamps, faint, reflecting the gatehouse. Some people laughed and laughed, and some people heard the sound of sawing and planing wood from their doors.

Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak......

The coffin is famous, and the sawdust is fragrant!

This is the famous Liuzhen in the north, this is also the ordinary Liuzhen, and this is the Liuzhen that Amu has dreamed of for forty years.

Everything is eternal.

"Amu, you're back!" a tall and thin middle-aged man passed by and greeted Amu with a smile.

"Well, Second Uncle Liu is good!" Amu smiled. Although the middle-aged man's face was a little gray and his smile was a little stiff, Amu still felt the warmth.

"Amu, you're back! At this time, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy popped out next to him, just like Amu's original age, "Killing the forbidden army in anger is amazing! When you fought, my father dragged me and didn't let me in." ”

As he spoke, the young man punched Amu in the shoulder.

"Pillar!" Amu nodded, tears streaming down his eyes. This boy is Amu's best friend in Liuzhen. They once went up the mountain to cut wood together, and once in distress, the pillar also saved Amu.

"Amu, you're back!" At the door of a tofu shop, an aunt shouted enthusiastically, "Take these two pieces of tofu back and let Yu'er stew them for you!"

As she spoke, the aunt wrapped two pieces of tender tofu and asked the beautiful girl beside her to deliver them.

The girl hesitated for a moment, unable to resist her mother's continuous urging and pushing, before coming to Amu.

"Here, Brother Amu. With a flushed face, the girl said no more, peeked at Amu and turned around and ran back.

The aunt looked at her shy daughter with a smile, her face was full of happiness, and then she didn't say anything, still busy with the tofu stall, and a few villagers happened to come to buy tofu.

"Xiexie!" Amu held the two pieces of tofu that felt extremely heavy, and his throat was a little dry.

Amu remembered that the girl's name was Xiaoyu, but the red head rope at the beginning had now turned a miserable white color.

Master once smiled and said that she was a handsome girl, and she would be Amu's daughter-in-law in two years. For this matter, Yu'er hasn't spoken to her master for three days.

Thinking of the original appearance of Yu'er, Amu couldn't help but smile knowingly, but looking at the kind mother and daughter, Amu's smile was too bitter.

Immortals have the pain of immortals, and there is happiness of mortals. The appearance of this mother and daughter, Amu will never forget.

With his empty left hand, Amu clenched his fists tightly, and the joints of his fingers were faintly white.

Amu continued to walk, walking very slowly, walking very hard.

In forty years, everything in Liuzhen seems to have never changed, just like ever.

"Amu, you're back! haha！”

"Amu, you're back! Tomorrow, if you have time, help me paint the coffin! Li Dahu in the city is urging urgently, and he can't be busy!"

"Amu, you're back! By the way, I'll help me tomorrow. Come home and talk about it!"

"Amu, you're back! Be careful! You killed the Northern Forbidden Army, you kid is too reckless!"

"Amu, you're back! Hurry up, lest Uncle Wang beat you!"

"Amu, you're back......"

The old man of the Liu family, Liu Qige and Liu Qi's daughter-in-law, as well as every villager in the town, were all greeting Amu.

There are greetings, there are jokes, there are reproaches, urgings......

The streets of Liuzhen are not long, but Amu walks very slowly. Stop-and-go, be sure to say a few words to everyone, and talk about the shortcomings of parents at the request for everyone's help.

At night, although the sky was slightly cloudy and it was going to rain, Liuzhen was very lively.

"I'm back!folks!" Amu stood on the long street, his tearful eyes a little blood-red, "It's a pity that Amu is late......"

Dressed in white like snow, Amu walked on some gray streets, extremely slowly, his back was a little lonely, and his white clothes were extremely dazzling on the dim streets, as if this was a funeral robe.

"Amu is late—" Amu muttered dryly.

At this time, Amu, who had come all the way, didn't seem to be in a hurry to go home.

"Let's go! Amu, go home and have a look!"

"Yes, Yu'er, you're in a hurry!"

"Hurry up! Be careful that Uncle Wang Jue beats you again, hehe!"

Blue bricks and gray tiles, double courtyards. Amu finally made his way to the east of the town. This is the Wang family.

Amu looked back at the way he had traveled, and everyone seemed to be still on the street, doing their own thing. Unconsciously, tears rolled down Amu's eyes.

Then, turning around and holding on to his door, Amu rubbed it gently.

"Squeak--" Amu gently pushed the door open.

In the courtyard, there are scattered all kinds of coffin-making tools and various colors of wood, and the familiar smell of wood is still wafting. It seems to be the night before Amu left.

Forty years have been like a dream, and nothing has changed.

"Master--"

"Yu'er—"

Amu entered the house, his voice trembling slightly.

Walk through the front yard, the backyard is empty.

It turned out that there was nothing in the place where the nine coffins were placed, and naturally there was no silent old man in black standing in the middle of the nine coffins with a black rattan in his hands.

"Master--"

"Yu'er—"

Amu called in a trembling voice again. Although the moment he stepped into Liuzhen, Amu knew that there would be no Master and Yu'er here, and he didn't want to really see Master and Yu'er, but Amu still shouted involuntarily.

Looking around blankly, Amu quietly withdrew from the Wang family.

Looking back at the long street, Amu Ren's tears fell, as a great monk of the middle level of the Spirit Saint, Amu could hardly help himself. At the beginning, it was the Northern Cold War, Ziyu died in his arms, and Amu didn't shed a single tear.

That piece of tofu gradually turned white in Amu's hands.

The gray sky, no stars and moons, a cloud. The laughter of the children just now, the greetings of the blind dates, and the laughter of the family still echoed in my ears.

"All dead—all dead—"

Amu's tears flowed, and they were gone, and his complexion gradually changed.

"Haha-" Amu's face was a little distorted, and some poignant and crazy laughter rang out.

Then, all the sounds of Liu Zhen stopped abruptly in an instant.

Immediately, a series of mournful screams sounded, which were the screams of nearly a thousand people of all ages in Liuzhen and the unjust souls who had strayed into Liuzhen and been devoured in the past forty years.

Countless white smoke, rising in the night, strange and mysterious.