Dreamland.
Outside the mud hut.
Martial artists, scholars, pregnant women, children, elders, young girls, old women, human skin drums, embroidered silk shoes, withered trees, shadows ... Many ghosts stood expressionlessly in the open space in front of the house. As time passed, they looked at Fu xuanxu with more and more impatience.
Suddenly, Fu xuanxu finally opened his mouth, " "It's almost time."
As soon as he finished speaking, the wooden door behind him opened automatically, and Fu xuanxu immediately turned and walked in.
This time, the wooden door did not close immediately. Through the door, one could see that the mud house was clean and empty.
On the offering table at the head of the table, a pair of oil lamps were burning quietly. The fresh fruits glowed with a soft luster under the lamp, making them particularly attractive.
Fu xuanxu walked through the central room, into the kitchen on the right, and went straight to the stove.