Here Lies The Wicked

Fang has been remembering in his mind.

Which of the folklore goddesses was the one who took the initiative to help them get rid of the body boat?

But there's no internet, no cell phone queries, no clues at the moment.

Fang looked back at him. At this time, the boat had long gone back on the road. Behind it was only the thick fog that blocked his sight, and he could no longer see the white woman on the riverbank.

When it comes to the most famous mythical goddesses in the Yellow River Basin, there are no more than the Yellow River Lady and the Los Angeles.

All are water gods in charge of one side.

At this point, a huge tablet suddenly appeared, attracting the right attention.

The tablet is already covered in splinters, marks from ancient times, seemingly cold and desolate, and now only half of it is broken.

It has words on it.

The fonts are ancient, like dragon and phoenix wraps, and some are like Oracle, but not entirely Oracle.

But obviously it is a complex and illegible word, and the party saw the meaning at a glance. This is the spiritual world of the deceased. Even if something strange happens, the party won't feel too surprised.

The text on the broken tablet seems to have three words in total.

But now there is only half the first word, and only the last two words, which are highly weathered, are vaguely identified as “townships”.

The penultimate word is "God." ”

“Los Angeles!” Although the first word is already incomplete, it can be linked to the last two words, and then to where it is now, the mind is blown, and the subconscious appears in the mind.

When it comes to the town of Los Angeles, it is necessary to mention a place name.

The most important tributary of the Yellow River is the Lo River.

When it comes to the Lo River, most people may not remember, but when it comes to historical celebrities from here, Shang Tang, Hua Qian, Cao Cao, Sima Qian, Xiaowenti, Xiaowenti, Tang Taizong, Wuzhentian, Li Bai, Dufu, Bai Quyi, Xuan Qian, Sima Guang... countless examples.

This is also a historical celebrity, there are also mythological figures up there, Volkswagen, Huang Emperor, Emperor , Emperor Yu, I… which is not the great existence of the mythological sacred ancestors.

There are so many myths about the Los Angeles.

Nothing is more famous than the Voldemort Book of Tuloh.

When it was handed down to the Volkswagen family, the Yellow River carried the "river map” in a dragon horse; there was a turtle carrying the “Lo Book”. Volkswagen, through the book of Hetulo, creates gossip that shook ancient times today.

At this moment, Fang is looking at the words on the tablet, and is also frowning in surprise.

What does it mean to be here in Los Angeles?

Why would a mythical place appear in this spiritual world of the dead?

Is this Lo Shinto the mythical Lo Shinto?

Legend has it that the Lo God is the daughter of Volkswagen, who drowned in Lo Shui and turned into the water god Lo God. This is the first time the word "Lo God” has appeared in the myth.

Los Angeles! Los Angeles! The Los Angeles, the home of Los Angeles? Or the mythological origin of the Loshui gods?

I'm thinking of a headache, no clue.

Lo Jingxiang appeared in the spirit world of the dead… what does that mean?

Perhaps many histories and legends, not necessarily only in mythology, extinct history, are gradually unveiling a mysterious veil from the dust of the sea, the ancient cold electricity.

In front of the three “Los Angeles" on this desolate monument, Fang suddenly felt small.

Just as Fang thought that Mr. Fu was going to take him through Luo Shen Township, he found that Mr. Fu did not enter Luo Shen Township by boat, but continued on his journey, continuing up the Yellow River.

Looking at the ancient monument of the Shinto Township of Luo that is about to pass, Fang Zheng's heart creates a strange feeling. Under the monument is not the Yellow River, but has an exciting history. The long river is so far away that many people have long forgotten it. Fangzheng Zheng, want to work hard to see what is there after the ruined monument?

Just walking all the way up, the river is always filled with strange fog, blocking the view, making the surroundings blurry and invisible.

Even with soul lights, you can't see too far into the thick fog sea, and the farther away you get, the blur gradually becomes.

Just at the end of the day, when the whole body was about to pass, there was a glimmer in his eyes, and he finally saw what was behind the monument! Though he disappeared as a result of the ship's departure at a glance of a shock of less than a second, he did have a very brief glance.

After the monument is the ruins of the majestic ruins, there is also a collapsed idol...

……

“No one can come out of there alive, ever, ever.” When the boat was away from the town of Lo Shen, Mr. Fu seemed to speak to himself and to reply to the questions in the right mind, whispering slightly.

What do you mean, no one gets out alive?

Does that mean that the body, including reality, died together?!

Fang Zheng's head appeared frightened and rushed to lower his voice for questioning. Since then, Mr. Fu has stopped talking and has been focusing on supporting the boat and going up against the current.

Fang asked fruitlessly on several occasions. He could only shut his mouth silently.

And ever since he went through Lo Shen's hometown, the next journey, even if he saw some strange images, was somewhat uninteresting.

Even after a red-painted coffin, the whole village spilled yellow paper money on the shore empty village, the square just glanced at the corner, unable to raise interest.

He was thinking about Los Angeles.

……

Boom!

The boat, which had been tumbling and fluctuating with the waves, suddenly struck slightly and remained still.

Square Spirit finally arrived.

Next, he and Mr. Fu landed on shore, and he was kind of interested in measuring the prospects, but also crossed a thousand miles overnight to the Yellow River basin, can't you be curious about the surrounding scenery?

It seemed like a shallow beach, and when they came ashore, all the strange fog on the river had disappeared, because they had successfully entered the spirit world of Li Xianshui's deceased, and their eyes were filled with pale mountain waters like paintings of black and white mountain waters, surrounded by silence, like a dead place. This is the spiritual world of the dead, the empty city, the empty mountains, it's perfectly normal.

Li Xianshui's hometown is a small mountain village in the mountains. He was about to follow the guidance of the soul lights and enter the mountains to find them.

Instead of giving the soul lights square, Mr. Fook picked up the lamp cover and cut his index finger together with his nameless finger, which actually separated a candlelight from the core.

Next, Mr. Fu divided the candlelight into three parts, dotted on the shoulders of the square and on the top of his head.

“Go, as long as the soul lamp is not extinguished, Li Xianshui's anger will not extinguish. It will take you to find Li Xianshui and bring you back here to find me. ”

“The rest is up to you, and I can't go any deeper. ”

Mr. Fu, who was born with a dead face, looked at Fang Zheng and cared about the instructions and said.