Tonight, the moonlight was mostly covered by dark clouds, and the gray-white mist was blowing in the wind, so the sight was not very good.
I could only see a distance of more than ten meters at most.
In addition, the whole street was dead silent, and I couldn't help but feel worried.
I was a little scared, so I tried to speed up the pace as much as possible, keeping at a trot all the way.
But after walking for more than ten minutes, I suddenly realized that something was wrong, because there was still a mottled stone road under my feet, and on both sides of me, in the gray-white mist, were the Qing Dynasty buildings that were vaguely visible.
Heping South Road is only about 800 meters long, and the route is straight.
Logically speaking, it can be completed in seven or eight minutes.
Why do I feel like I am still inside the street after jogging for more than ten minutes?
It was like walking in place, but when I turned around to look, I couldn't see the stone sign and security booth behind me.
With doubts about what was going on, I quickened my pace again and ran quickly towards the front.
But something really evil happened.
The road seemed to be stretched by an invisible force, and there was no end.
After running for more than ten minutes, I still hadn't run out of the street.
At this moment, looking at the vaguely visible Qing Dynasty buildings in the gray-white mist, my heart suddenly thumped, and a bad feeling spread instantly.
Why is this happening?
Why can't I get out of this street?
Do I have to walk on it forever?
I'm so scared.
Unfortunately, in this dead silence of the night, no one can answer this question.
Mo Mo was still waiting for me.
I could never give up.
With fear, I started running again.
More than ten minutes later, looking at the unchanged scene around me, I almost despaired.
But at this moment, I suddenly heard the faint sound of people talking in front of me.
Looking from a distance, more than fifty meters ahead, there were lights and shadows flickering, and there were people buying and selling.
The activities seemed to be very lively and bustling.
I was overjoyed and walked forward quickly.
When I got closer, I discovered that it was actually a night market.
The middle of the street was filled with stalls, and each stall was lit with a kerosene lamp, candle, or soybean oil lamp.
Yes, there were a lot of people coming and going, but what was a bit strange was that the stall owners and passers-by were all wearing ancient fabrics, which made me stand out in short-sleeved clothes.
Maybe wearing fabrics is the rule in this night market.
I underestimated it.
Fortunately, the passers-by didn’t look at me strangely because I was dressed differently.
Most of the stall owners in this night market sell some antiques or strange things.
Going deeper into the night market, there are also some stalls selling snacks.
“Maybe these people know how to get out of this hellish place,” I thought as I approached one of the stalls selling snacks.
The owner of this stall is a skeletal man in his forties, with a beard and a white towel wrapped around his neck.
There was only a half-meter-high four-corner table next to the stall, and there was no one on the table.
On the stall, there was a huge iron pot, with pieces of white stuff floating on it as the boiling water boiled.
Because the iron pot was overheated, the stall owner would wipe the sweat from his forehead with a white cloth around his neck from time to time.
"Uncle, do you know how to get out of here?"
I asked.
The stall owner was expressionless and sallow.
He didn't even look up.
He just took a bamboo sieve and fished it out in the hot pot.
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"Uncle, do you know how to get out of here?"
I thought he didn't hear clearly, so I raised my voice and asked again, but the stall owner still didn't seem to hear.
"This man is so weird."
I murmured and was about to leave.
Unexpectedly, the stall owner suddenly spoke, "Eat, your chaos is healed."
After that, the stall owner left expressionlessly.
He came over and placed a white ceramic bowl on the four-corner table.
In the bowl, several fat Chaos exuded an alluring fragrance.
"Uncle, I don't have anything to eat."
I stopped and asked doubtfully, but the stall owner started to immerse himself in his work again and didn't pay much attention.
I was a little embarrassed and wanted to leave, but looking at the fragrant chaos, I couldn't I feel suddenly hungry.
After looking around again, no one came to eat this bowl of chaos.
I couldn't help but swallow my saliva and asked, "Uncle, are you planning to treat me to a meal?
But I didn't bring any money."
The stall owner lowered his head and said expressionlessly: "It's free of charge."
The Chaos on the table was particularly fragrant.
I touched my stomach that was already growling.
Without being too polite, I thanked him: "Yeah, thank you, uncle.
Uncle, do you know how to get out of here?"
The stall owner didn't respond, he just lowered his head and did his work expressionlessly.
After repeated this experience several times, I was already used to the stall owner's reaction.
I picked up the spoon on the table, scooped up a piece of Chaos, and swallowed it hungrily. .
"Wow, it's so delicious.
It's even better than the food cooked by my pretty sister."
Chaos is surprisingly delicious, soft and elastic.
When you bite it gently, a sweet juice bursts out inside and spreads throughout your taste buds.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction that I had never felt before.
I ate the entire bowl of chaos in a few seconds without even leaving any soup.
I touched my mouth and stood up with satisfaction.
I was about to say thank you and ask for directions.
Unexpectedly, when I turned around, I found that the stall owner didn't know where he was.
At that time, he was standing behind me, with a sallow face, staring at me expressionlessly.
Because I had no psychological defense, I was startled, instinctively took a step back, and pressed my body against the four-corner table.
Unexpectedly, the stall owner suddenly stretched out his right hand and grabbed my wrist.
Although this stall owner looked very skinny, he was surprisingly strong.
When he grabbed me like this, I immediately felt a sharp pain in my wrist, as if my bones were about to be crushed.
"You want to eat for free?"
The stall owner put his expressionless face close to mine, almost sticking to my face.
Looking at his sunken eyes, I felt a sense of fear for no reason, and said hesitantly, "You Didn’t you say you don’t want money?”
The stall owner retracted his sallow face and said in a sinister tone: "Yes, this bowl of chaos does not cost money, but it costs your life.
After all, there is no such thing as a free lunch."
"Hey hey hey hey"
After the stall owner finished speaking, the vendors and pedestrians around him suddenly stopped shouting and buying, smiled sinisterly, and slowly moved closer to me.
These sinister smiles were even more biting than the cold winter wind.
I shivered and asked tremblingly: "What do you want to do?"
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"Of course I have to use your life to pay off the debt."
The stall owner responded, and at the same time, his face began to rot strangely, gray-white mist steamed above his head, and the smell of rotting animals came to his nostrils, but in the blink of an eye, the stall owner seemed to have been tested by the fire Generally, it turned into a dark corpse, with two eyeballs hanging on the bridge of the nose relying on a nerve, and white maggots kept pouring out of the eye sockets.
What's even more frightening is that as soon as you turn your head, the pedestrians surrounding you also start to rot.
"Why is this happening?
Are you ghosts?"
My head was spinning, and I shook my arms vigorously, trying to break free from the restraints of the stall owner.
Unfortunately, the stall owner's strength was surprisingly strong and he couldn't shake him at all.
"What should I do?
I won't die here."
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