Here Lies The Wicked

Fang looked at the fog behind him.

The shadow of the old monk has disappeared.

He wondered why the old monk had built a temple in the spirit of the dead.

Is the Temple of the Spirit really the famous Temple of the Spirit in reality?

And what about the tired white bones on the shore?

Does building spiritual shrines on tired white bone piles mean repression or exorcism?

At the same time, Fang Zheng is also curious in his heart. Is the old monk also a shady man or a good monk who knows how to walk shady?

You could have crashed a car between the shadows?

This is a real surprise, once again subverting his past perceptions.

At this moment, Fang Zheng's mind really has too many doubts. He looked at the back of Mr. Fu, who has been focusing on supporting the boat. He has the heart to ask the questions in his heart. But when he thinks of Mr. Fu's instructions before walking in the shadows, whatever he hears and sees along the way, he cannot speak. He can only hold his voice forcibly like a monkey.

He felt a strange itch all the way.

The boat is still on its way...

Whoa, whoa!

Whoa, whoa!

It's the scrubbing.

However, Fang's mind rose in doubt. How does this sound like an echo? Mr. Fu's side drew, and the fog echoed.

“No, it's not an echo, it's someone! Somebody paddles in the river! ”

“Are those shadows coming out underwater? ”

Listen carefully, the scrubbing sound came from the fog in front, because it was caught in Mr. Fook's scrubbing sound, so it sounded like an echo when he didn't pay attention.

Then it was a straight corpse walking in the river, his body floating and sinking in the water, revealing only one head.

Fang was surprised.

He always thought the river couldn't go down because there was something horrible underneath it. But the sight made him a little unresponsive.

Whether it was an old monk who built a temple in the spirit world of the dead,

Or a straight corpse walking in the river.

It was all a subversion of the three-pronged world that the subversive parties were building in the past.

Fang immediately saw that the river was walking with a straight corpse, because of the intense death, he also wanted to understand, no wonder he would walk in the river openly.

“Is this straight corpse also a walker?” Fang Zheng stared at the corpse and saw that Mr. Fu had never made a move. He could not help but speculate.

Just as Fang discovered the corpse, the corpse also found Fang Zheng. His body was submerged and he walked straight on the water. He just glanced at it and turned his eyes. Finally, he stayed on Mr. Fu for a while.

By then, the ship was approaching the corpse.

But the corpse did not make an attack.

It also walks on water in the river.

All of a sudden, there was a lonely boat in the fog sea, empty and empty. And just then, the noise of water, the corpse raised his hand and grabbed the edge, and then wet himself onto the lone boat.

It was only then that it was noticed that the corpse was attached to two long chains, dragging a sarcophagus at the bottom of the river and taking it to the boat.

What's in that sarcophagus?

Was it really salvaged under the river?

Seems like a hell of a lot?

Is that what this shady man is looking for, a coffin?

Fang wanted to take a closer look, but it was at this time that Mr. Fu, who had not stopped for a moment, had already supported the boat away and was rearranged by the fog.

Fang was reluctant to turn his head again. At this time, he was itchy. There were so many questions in his heart that he wanted to ask the exit.

……

The boat went away for a while, and in the fog, the motion was being heard again.

At first glance, there was an old man on the shore, with a shovel, digging a well.

The reason for this is to dig a well, because the hole is not wide, and it doesn't look like it's digging a hole.

Behind that man, seventy-eight wells had been dug, and what was even more frightening was that one body could be dug out of each well, because there was a body at the edge of each well.

A well equals a corpse.

Seventy-eight wells, equivalent to the burial of seventy-eight corpses. Turns out the old man was digging the corpse and looking at the strange scene in front of him, he wondered, is there a homicide burial?

The man who dug the body, looking for the body?

I don't know how many bodies he's looking for. I just want to lose some people...

The old man was digging a well, and when he noticed Mr. Fook and Fangzheng, he stopped his hand and watched the boat leave quietly.

until swallowed by a thick mist.

Then, after the fog he couldn't see, he continued to dig down the well and dig the body.

……

I don't know how long it's been.

In the absence of the sun and the moon as a time reference, time here has long lost its meaning as it is in reality.

At this point, the boat entered a battlefield, a trident steel battleship, a stranded destroyer, and broke into two frigates… without exception, all rusty and already decaying.

Large numbers of giant ship artillery are here shattered and sunk.

They entered a battlefield.

Without Mr. Fook's explanation, Fang has subconsciously held his breath, and they can enter this battlefield, indicating that this is also the spiritual world of the dead that remains after death.

Looking at Mr. Fook, Mr. Fook is still paddling the boat and moving on.

Suddenly, he felt the water vapor and strong wind coming directly behind him. He immediately turned around and saw the fog behind him, a mast standing tall, a tall sailboat with an intense historical shadow, breaking through the fog and rushing from behind.

Water vapor comes from their high-speed wind breaking waves.

These ancient boats deliberately bypassed Mr. Fang Zhenghe Fu. They rode the wind and waves and hung the clouds and sails straight into the sea. Their speed was not at all comparable to that of Mr. Fu's small boat. They quickly rubbed past and exceeded that of a few short skinny boats.

Fang looked up and saw the ancient boat standing in a dense and numb figure. These men looked somber and stood neatly in line with the steel momentum and discipline of the military personnel.

People on the side of the boat noticed the square as they looked up at the shadow on the boat.

But disciplined them, like an army running to the battlefield to fight, no one made a sound, a dozen old mast boats, and the havoc went into the fog ahead.

In particular, there are also several Taoist figures, each with a terrible energy atmosphere.

Just before the ups and downs of the mind had calmed down, in the fog you couldn't see ahead, shouting and shouting, and... a platoon of battleships fired thunderbolts.

+1 Normal Soul Qi from the battlefield.

+1, +1, +1...

Where is this battlefield? How dare you make such a scene?

There was a war directly in the spirit world of the dead!!

Exorcism!

Clean up! Clean up!