The sky was dark, and tall red lanterns were hung on the city gate tower, bringing some light.
When Loran Hill walked to the city gate, several gate guards came over. They held long spears with red tassels in their hands, wore blue-black uniforms with a layer of dark yellow armor on the outside.
"Who are you and why are you here?" Seeing that the girl was not dressed like a local, the men asked with a little caution.
"I'm from Huilu Continent, from the Zhuo Ri Huang Yu Sect." Loran Hill took out a bronze medal from his arms to indicate his identity.
After carefully verifying several times, the guards reluctantly made way for the girl to enter the town.
Are the guards here so strict? The girl thought to herself, and then called the two birds to follow her into the city.
The town was quiet, with few people on the streets. Most of the roadside shops were closed, with only a few inns and a restaurant still brightly lit. The alleys surrounding the main street were also pitch black, making it difficult to see what was going on inside, which was unsettling.
Stepping over the threshold of the inn, Loran Hill walked into the inn. There were still many guests sitting in the hall, eating and drinking. Compared with the deserted outside world, this place was quite popular.
"Are there any rooms left?" Loran Hill walked to the counter and asked first.
The waiter looked up at the veiled girl, slightly surprised, and then answered.
"Hello, yes, there are still many vacant rooms." There are few people here, so naturally there are many vacant rooms.
After asking about the price, Loran Hill placed a few silver rings on the counter. Then the waiter called a companion and took Loran Hill upstairs to put his luggage.
He could clearly hear his own footsteps as he stepped on the wooden planks of the staircase. Loran Hill looked around with a hint of curiosity. It seemed like a lot of shoddy work had been done in the construction of this inn, with the planks and beams being thinner.
After entering the room, the girl saw the simple bed and table and chairs. Although there were no stains or anything like that, there was a thin layer of dust on the table and chairs, as if no one had lived there for a few days.
"Sorry, sorry, I'll wipe it for you right away." The waiter said embarrassedly, then picked up the cloth at hand and wiped it.
Loran Hill said he didn't care, as long as the overall look was clean, a little dust wouldn't matter.
After putting down her luggage, the girl opened the window and looked at the streets and scenery outside.
"Do people here go to bed so early?" The girl saw that many houses in the town had their lights off.
"That's not the case, it's just that there are fewer and fewer people here nowadays," explained the waiter.
"Why?"
"Because this place is close to Songyan Mountain, there are many ghosts and spirits, and it's not suitable for ordinary people, so many people have moved away."
"What about before? There must have been quite a lot of people, otherwise there wouldn't be so many houses."
"You are right, sir. There were indeed many people here in the past, and many merchants from other places would come here to trade goods from Songyan Mountain."
"Unfortunately, after the changes in the world, demons and ghosts appeared frequently in Songyan Mountain, attacking passers-by. Many people were killed, so fewer and fewer people came here." The waiter answered quickly while cleaning the room.
"Okay, do you think it's okay?" After wiping the seat and sweeping the floor, the waiter asked Loran Hill.
"Okay." The girl nodded.
"Okay, then you can go to rest first. If you want to eat something, you can go to the lobby on the first floor. We are open all night." After saying that, the waiter left the room.
Loran Hill put down his luggage, took out some prepared nuts from the box, let the two birds peck at them, and then went downstairs to eat something.
Walking down the stairs, the first floor seemed to be more lively than before. In addition to some guests in ordinary clothes, there were also several people in moon-white clothes. They had long swords hanging on their waists and their skin was pale. They sat at two tables, seemingly waiting for the food to be served.
"Have you heard? Someone was attacked by a ghost again the day before yesterday." Several men in withered linen clothes ate white steamed buns with pickles and talked about the recent strange things.
"Didn't I hear recently that the governor sent the Black Leopard Cavalry to clear out the rebellion? How come they are still here?" a man asked, then took another big bite of his steamed bun.
"That's right. We can never completely eliminate them. But this time it doesn't look like a naturally formed ghost. It hasn't been this weird before."
"How do you say it?"
"It is said that a man's horse broke his leg on the road and he had to walk to the next post station. He didn't even reach it when it got dark."
"He saw that the distance was not far, only about ten miles, so he continued on his way in the dark."
"As he was walking, someone suddenly called his name. He was a little puzzled, wondering if he had run into someone he knew. Maybe he could find someone traveling the same way and talk to them along the way."
"So he turned around and looked around, and saw a dark figure in the field beside the road, waving at him."
"Because it was too dark, he couldn't see who the person was, but the voice sounded familiar, so he calmed down a little and walked over."
"But after walking for a while, the figure's face was still blurry. He was a little impatient and wanted the figure to come over so he could rest for a while. But the figure kept calling his name, saying he was still there, and even waved at him."
"There was no other way. He kept walking forward, wanting to see who this person was."
"Finally, he walked up to the person and looked up. He felt a chill down his spine and his heart nearly jumped out of his chest, because the person's face looked exactly like his own. He smiled at him and said, 'I am you.'"
"The man was so scared that he ran away immediately, and it was as if the voice was right next to his ear, calling his name over and over again."
"He ran for nearly 10 miles, and when he was almost at the city gate, the sound gradually faded away."
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