Here Lies The Wicked

Boom!!

As the coffin is covered, the world in front of the square eye falls into a closed darkness with five fingers out of reach.

He was the only one in the coffin with a handful of hair from the dead.

Mr. Fook is not here.

This time the protagonist of the shadow was him, and the coffin was meant for him.

Fang always thought it would smell strange in the coffin that Zhang butcher had taken from the tomb keeper.

Like body odor.

Or dandruff or something.

On the contrary, there is a faint fragrance, like the scent on my sister's paper.

Anyway, it smells good.

As for sleeping with dead people's hair, Fang doesn't really feel much.

The mind is free of ghosts, nature is free of ghosts.

The ghost that died in his hands, not 8,000, not 80 years ago, was no longer a young girl three months ago.

Instead, he had some hidden expectations, and if there was a ghost, he could take the opportunity to harvest a wave of soul.

……

Whoa, whoa!

In the dark, a scratch of water enters the square ear.

Then he felt his body start to turbulent, ups and downs, and he opened his eyes and it turned out that he was already in the thick, foggy spirit of the dead.

Around is the only black and white hue forever, which seems to imply that the space is lifeless, giving people a feeling of pressure and asthma at night walking alone in a messy heap, cold and icy.

At this time, he was standing on a small boat, drifting with the waves, shaking his left and right body… one of the men on the bow, Mr. Fook.

And what you heard earlier was Mr. Fook holding the helm.

At the same time, there is a green candlelit soul light that leads the way in front of the boat, and the fog burns and breaks.

Weird scene.

These scenes, which Fang had already gone through four times, he did not make a sound on the way, looked at everything around him silently, and Mr. Fu was holding the helm.

This time, Mr. Fu traveled with him because this time it was different, but not simply directly into the spirit world of Li Xianshui's dead.

If you want to investigate the truth,

Where people die,

We're going somewhere.

There, that's the closest thing to the truth.

The ancient village of Huanghe disappeared was in the northern province, and it spanned a thousand miles in the middle. Only his amateur, who was half hung, had not yet been able to walk out of the city alone.

According to Mr. Fook, he acted alone and was expected to die halfway down the road with no bones left.

It implies that the spiritual world of the dead is not as calm and quiet as he thought it would be, and that something very dangerous is stuck in it.

Square gaze around only the boring black and white hues, free from all kinds of strange sounds from the outside world.

As the fog in front of him was dispersed little by little by the soul lights, shortly afterwards, Tongjiang Bridge was seen in the landmark building of the city.

As in the past, this is the time to dock and climb ashore onto the city.

Yet!

This time it's different!

Mr. Fu was silent, silent all the way, continued to support the boat, approaching the Tongjiang Bridge...

The Tongjiang Bridge was dumped behind...

Fang gazed straight at him, his face was a little serious.

After crossing the River Bridge, it was a strange world he had never been out of before, and he began to wonder about the strange world around him.

Fang could not help but think of what Mr. Fu had said to him before he went away.

“The only way to die is if there is a spirit world of the dead, and you can think of it as a huge crown of branches and leaves. ”

“In this crown, every branch, every leaf, is a spiritual world of the dead after the loss of life. There are tens of thousands, billions, some spiritual worlds that are obsessive, some weak, like the hundreds of millions of years of gravel in Yellow Springs, and the 3,000 world of bones buried under Yellow Springs. ”

“This time, we walked through the tree crown to the ancient village of Huanghe in the northern province, the leaves where the deceased Li Xianshui was. ”

……

The boat is still moving forward.

The soul lights are still guiding the way.

All along the way, the wind was calm and quiet. There were no strange experiences, as one might imagine.

Those strange voices, and the strange shadows in the river beneath your feet, have never disappeared, but they are used to it long ago, so it is not a strange experience.

“Hmm?”

Fang Zheng's mind suddenly slightly surprised, after leaving the city, in the thick fog, traveled a distance, the surrounding area was invisible, but suddenly, a huge city appeared in front of him again.

Because of the distance, the view of the city was not clear, but the quiet city seemed to herald that it was an empty city, just like the city.

If, according to Mr. Fook, the spiritual world of the dead consists of one deceased, then the empty city in front of them represents that they have entered the territory of another deceased.

“It's becoming more and more like a dream room. ”

The frontal colour whispered in his heart.

But then, what did Fang think, how did he feel that the city was familiar in front of him? In a few seconds, he was shocked.

“Isn't that the city I just went to the other day? ”

Fang just remembered, it's not a few minutes since he and Mr. Fu left the city, is it?

It was unexpected that they had left the city so quickly that they could not bring the concept of real time into the special world of this person after his death.

Less than a few minutes later, Fang ran into several empty cities in the spirit world of the dead, all without exception, strange black and white, all strange quiet, all strange empty cities.

When the party thought that they were going to calm out of the provincial boundaries, as they are now, until they calmly arrived in the Yellow River basin, and faced with the fog that was invisible, the party was slightly bored, and there was a change in sight.

It was an old monk who was carrying a handkerchief and building a temple on a burdensome shore.

The temple was built by the old monks alone. At this moment, it is almost finished. The main building has its first prototype, with the Buddhist temple's strict martial law, Baoxiang is solemn.

Even the plaque was hung.

The Temple of the Spirit.

“Psychic Temple?! ”

Fang Zheng was surprised first, then felt the scalp burst with numbness. Is this the spirit temple in the provincial capital? Also known as the temple of Yunlin Zen.

Can Fang not be surprised?

It's only been a few minutes, and we're almost out of time, and in reality, we're not even flying this fast.

The old monk, who was building a temple on the banks of a long stretch of white bones, similarly noticed the boat in which Mr. Fang Zheng and Mr. Fu were located.

The old monk glanced at the green leather lantern at the bow of the boat and then sang the Buddha with his hands together ten times, not disturbing the tranquillity of the dead, a man dressed in his own body, standing silently, silently watching him leave the boat.

Fade away into the haunted world.