Wangshu's eyes slowly fell on the locust tree that covered the sky and sun in the center of the city.
The existence of this locust tree is really conspicuous in the entire Sophora City. Even from a long distance, you can still vaguely see its broad branches, which are tens of feet tall. The branches are tall and twisted, standing in a staggered way...
Even if the trees are beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy them, let alone in the wilderness of this yellow desert?
This locust tree took root here and grew into the scene where a single tree forms a forest, blocking out the sky and the sun. It was definitely not a day's work.
Hengdaozi saw that her gaze had been fixed on the locust tree for a long time, and he couldn't help but dissuade her: "Tonight, after midnight, it will be the fifteenth day of the seventh month - the Sophora City Festival begins tonight. At this time, the wind is blowing, murderous, killing countless ghosts and monsters in the sacrifice site. Fellow Taoist, for the sake of safety, you and I might as well take shelter in this restaurant and stay away from the big locust tree."
The waiter, with a white rag on his shoulder, sneered, showing the black blood on his teeth: "Girl, don't listen to this coward's nonsense. July 15th is here, the safest place in the entire Sophora City is under the Sophora tree. In front of General Sophora City, the magistrate will judge the crime, and all crimes will be punished. Who dares to cause trouble under the nose of this old man?"
As he said that, Mai Yi's waiter actually laughed jeeringly: "Not only is the safety tight, but there are also those who are waiting to cause trouble and those who are tired of living and want to die. They will also set a target on this sacrificial site. When they are sentenced, they will either pull out their tongues, or put them in a frying pan, or they will have to endure the pain of cramps and skin peeling..."
After saying this, the corner of the restaurant was actually quiet, except for the strange and sinister laughter of the waiter Mai, which echoed in the corner: "After all, on July 15th, all sins must be cleared, and the whole world celebrates..."
Purpose: To live, you have to be working towards something to have a goal.
