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Chapter 668: Year of Gengshen: Taiping Town, Feeling Homesick

Taipinggu... no, it's Taiping Town.

In the Gengshen year, there were many towns like Taiping Town all over the country, which was not surprising. However, Taiping Town was always more lively than other places on market days.

It's obviously a town without any special features, so how could it attract so many people?

However, in such an environment, the speed of information flow is not fast, and there is no way to know what is happening all over the world instantly through a mobile phone, so the residents here are not aware of these strange situations.

Today is the second day of the big market.

The residents of the town had just sold a lot of goods, their wallets were fatter, and everyone had a smile on their face.

Even the number of children who cried after being beaten decreased significantly.

A wife, children, and a warm bed are the most real pursuits of this era, and Taiping Town has now reached such a level, and it looks full of happiness.

"Hey, why is it foggy? And it's so thick?"

"Go home quickly and collect your quilts, don't let the mist get you wet."

"Xiao Ming'er! Go home!"

Thick fog soon enveloped the entire Taiping Town, and in the fog, on the road leading to Taiping Town, He Yiner's figure suddenly appeared.

If you look closely, you can clearly see that the mist is actually coming out of He Yiner's body.

She stood there with her eyes closed, like a medium, a channel, allowing the mist to surge in from another place and engulf the entire Taiping Town.

Not only Taiping Town, but also the most central street in the town is called Ghost Street by people in the circle.

Ghost Street is located in a mysterious place. Without special means or sufficient strength, even a true ghost rider cannot enter.

But this white mist is different.

They were just like normal weather. When they dissipated in Taiping Town, they naturally flowed into the Ghost Street.

The first shop at the entrance to Ghost Street is a clothing store.

The owner of the shop was an old man in his early sixties with a measuring tape hanging from his body. He was happily chatting with the owner of the tea stall across the street.

When the white fog came in from the street entrance, the two of them stopped chatting and looked over with grim eyes.

"Ghost Land? Interesting. After so many years, there are still people who dare to come here to cause trouble."

"Yes! It seems that because we have been doing legitimate business in recent years, these people have forgotten how the word Taiping in our Taiping Town came from."

"Go, go, go! Don't let anyone else find out. This is a fair chance to take action."

There was anger in the eyes of the two men, but also a hint of excitement, and they rushed directly towards the white mist. However, when they just came into contact with the white mist, their faces changed instantly.

"Small……"

They only had time to utter one word before they were completely engulfed by the white mist, without even a trace of ripples.

The white mist continued to dissipate, and more and more shop owners discovered its strangeness. At the beginning, their eyes were the same as those of the clothing shop owners and tea stall owners, with anger and excitement.

But in just a few blinks of an eye, most of the entire Ghost Street had been destroyed, including the ancestral hall in the center of Ghost Street, which was guarded by successive necromancers.

The one-eyed old man had a dark complexion. Under the erosion of the white fog, he kept hiding with his few remaining old friends.

"Where did this damn thing come from? Why is there no sign at all?"

"Our Taiping Town Old Street has been around for so many years, and the last time it was attacked on such a large scale, I can't even remember when it was."

"In this situation, you are still reminiscing about the past? I think you are really old. Brother He, our methods are useless against this white fog. You have to come up with a solution!"

A group of old brothers who escaped being swallowed by the white fog all stared at the old man in the center with burning eyes.

The old man had a weathered face, and he was wearing an old-fashioned cloth robe and cloth shoes that were a little pale from washing, but his face was not kind.

Especially since one of his eyes was blind and only the white of his eye could be seen, he looked very creepy and ferocious.

Being held up by a group of old brothers at this moment, he had no intention of shirking his responsibilities.

The reason why the ghost street in Taiping Town exists is that everyone gathers here for the sake of the first generation necromancer, that is, his father.

Back then, the emergence of Ghost Street was also related to the special era at that time.

Everyone just wants to seek peace for themselves and their descendants, so they gather around the necromancer, and finally it is passed down and becomes the current Taiping Town and Ghost Street.

This is also the reason why Ghost Street is headed by a group of necromancers.

Now that such a big situation has arisen, everyone will naturally turn to the necromancer for help. Otherwise, as the boss of Ghost Street, if you can't even protect everyone's safety, why should everyone stay here with you?
Lao He's face looked very ugly.

In fact, they had already taken action against the white fog before, but whether it was a confrontation with the ghost realm or anything else, they were still far behind.

Their various methods are considered first-class in the circle.

But in front of this white fog, it is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. It is as if made of paper and will break at the slightest touch. And this white fog also seems to be invulnerable to all kinds of attacks.

All those who did not have time to escape, whether they were peers or juniors, were swallowed by the white mist and no longer made the slightest sound.

All kinds of horror make people's heart palpitate.

What worries Lao He the most is that he still has some trump cards, but they are left in the ancestral hall. Otherwise, he should not be as passive as he is now.

If I had known, I shouldn’t have gone out for a walk today.

But what really worried Old He was his son He Liansheng. He was his treasured child in his old age and the destined next generation necromancer. Now he was also swallowed up by the white fog.

If, if He Liansheng is gone, then the soul-calling lineage...will it be lost to others, or even cut off?

Because of the special nature of the necromancer lineage, most of them are the type that have children in old age, so that they can better pass on the family knowledge. After all, no one wants to die decades early.

But now, the disadvantage of having a child in old age has also appeared, that is, as long as there is a problem with the heir, the inheritance can be easily cut off.

In the past, necromancers did not have such concerns, because he was only the second generation in terms of inheritance, and the first generation of necromancers were strong enough to protect him even in the war-torn times at that time.

Old He thought that he could protect his young son He Liansheng just like his father, but he never thought that such an unexpected change would happen today. "Have I lost my vigilance after living in comfort for so long? But now is not the time to reflect."

There was a fierce look in Lao He's eyes. Blurry figures appeared around him one after another, surrounding him, and then they rushed directly into the white fog.

The man who is ruthless and doesn't talk much is like Lao He at this moment.

The few people who were still complaining nearby looked at each other, and stopped complaining. They just followed Lao He and rushed into the white fog, and then there was no movement anymore.

"Hey! A bunch of idiots!"

Further at the end of the street, there was a single house. It seemed as if it had been squeezed out, or as if it disdained to associate with this group of people in Ghost Street, so it occupied a place alone.

The door of the house was open, and one could vaguely see coffins one after another.

There are black ones and red ones. Obviously, this is a coffin shop. Perhaps this is an important reason why it stands out outside the Ghost Street.

There was an equally old guy standing at the gate, sneering at He Liansheng and the others as they plunged into the white fog, but the smile on his face soon faded, "How did this fog come over? What kind of supernatural event is this that is so scary? No, let's hide first."

boom!
The door of the coffin shop was closed. From a distance, the entire coffin shop seemed as if it was a whole. It was clearly a house, but it gave people the impression that it was a black coffin placed quietly on an open space.

Soon, white mist surged over and engulfed the coffin shop.

Faintly, an angry voice could be heard from inside: "How is this possible? How did this white fog come in? How could it be..."

The dissipation of the white mist did not stop because of anyone's obstruction. It soon submerged the entire ghost street and went towards the unknown distance.

Everything seems to be over.

Everything seems to have just begun.

Old He opened his eyes suddenly, and heard the dissatisfied voice of the old man opposite him, "Brother He, this is not right. I am about to win the game, and you start pretending to sleep? You are only in your sixties or seventies, and you are in your prime. Why are you acting like an old man? Don't play dumb, I win today!"

He looked up and saw a group of familiar old friends.

He was now sitting at an old chess table with a chess set on it that was already incomplete and he was already at an absolute disadvantage.

Sitting opposite was the owner of the tailor shop, a bad chess player.

The rest of the neighbors were standing around, watching the show, but they were all true gentlemen who watched the game without saying a word. In any case, since Old He was at a disadvantage in the game of chess, no one would say a word.

"Were you too tired yesterday?" Lao He rubbed his eyebrows and was not surprised by the scene in front of him.

As a necromancer, he never fights alone, whether it is a fight against the supernatural or playing chess, he can always find helpers, and they are all the top ones.

So he rarely loses and is invincible in all the battles.

I finally lost today, no wonder the neighbors around me laughed at me. But it doesn’t matter, I can just win it back next time.

I still have a lot of relics in my hands, and there are many chess masters among them. They are all friends of my father and are all obsessed with chess, so...

"Come on, come on, another plate."

But who would have thought that the man opposite him didn't give Lao He any face at all, messed up the chessboard, and then got up and left, "No, there's a guest coming, let's all get ready."

The crowd watching suddenly burst into laughter, but when Lao He looked over with an expressionless face, everyone stopped laughing and dispersed.

"Humph!"

Old He snorted coldly. He was a necromancer, responsible for guarding the ancestral hall. He didn't need to run the shop at all, so it was none of his business if new customers came.

He now had only one thing to do, and that was to go back to his ancestral hall and guard it.

The ancestral hall has been built for several decades. It was built by his father after he "retired" and returned to his hometown. It can be said to be returning to his roots.

This ancestral hall is also the ancestral hall of the He family, where the ancestors of the He family are enshrined.

However, the ancestral hall has undergone some adjustments. The ancestors of the He family are still enshrined, but there are more tribute platforms at the entrance.

These tribute platforms are filled with spirit tablets one after another, as well as numerous relics, or media.

The spirit tablet is also a kind of medium, and Lao He, who is the necromancer, will clean the place every day. However, he is not alone, he also has his own son.

By the way, where is my son?

At this point in time, the other party should have returned.

Although He Liansheng was naughty in the past, he still knew the rules and would not delay even cleaning the ancestral temple. So, could something have happened to him?

Lao He was a little confused, but he did not leave the ancestral hall. Instead, he picked up the tools and started cleaning.

His movements were very skillful. After all, he had been cleaning for decades and it had long since become muscle memory. But what he didn't know was that his beloved son, the future successor to the necromancer, was now at the entrance of Taiping Town, greeting the excited He Yiner.

After entering the white fog border of Dadong City, He Yiner also saw the teleportation reminder.

Without any hesitation, she chose to agree. After all, this was her main purpose for coming to this era.

After pressing [Yes], she didn't feel the passage of time at all, and there was not even a [game transition screen]. She came directly to a road with a plaque of Taiping Town opposite.

Looking at the plaque, He Yiner suddenly became excited.

After she grew up, Taiping Town was incorporated into the scope of the ancient town for development to attract tourists. At that time, it had become Taiping Ancient Town, and this plaque was almost exactly the same as the one she had when she was a child.

That is to say, it needs to be more recent, without so much of a sense of historical sedimentation, and it looks as if it has been renovated in recent years.

Looking past the plaque, she could see a busy street, but the people on the street were unfamiliar and she didn't recognize any of them.

"It's normal that I don't recognize the older generation from decades ago. However, if it was my grandfather, I would definitely be able to recognize him at a glance."

He Yiner was excited.

Ever since she knew about the maintenance device and that she could travel back to the Gengshen year, she had been looking forward to the opportunity to come to this era and see her deceased grandfather.

However, she never did so, and the reason was very simple, just four words:

Feeling timid near home!
(End of this chapter)