Here Lies The Wicked

Fang was standing on the side of the boat, watching the connector dragged into the bottom of the lake by the white shadow of countless unjust souls, he regained his mind and for the moment did not think about it, but began to wonder what was going on in this deep water lake in front of him?

Grey fog.

Terrible things are forbidden under the water.

Fang first thought of walking in the shady world, and second thought of that lake that turned into a man-eater lake in the evening.

Just as the eyebrows were thinking, there was an evil wind behind them, a figure such as a black cyclone, flying in the right direction, interrupting the square thinking.

The old lady who paddled the water.

The old woman, who had been paddling water, was indifferent to Fang Zheng's boarding and to the battle behind her, as if she had not heard of it.

But I don't know why I turned around at this time. It was a socket that dropped the next piece of rotten meat. The ugly maggots drilled in the hollow orbit and drilled the rotten face, holding their claws and grabbing the flesh directly behind their backs.

“Get out!”

Fang looked like his back long eyes, he could see the back movement, slapping the rotten old woman directly behind him into the bottom of the lake and sinking.

At this point, the hull swayed gently, like something hit under the boat.

Fang is looking back.

It turns out the boat has landed and touched the stone.

Wow, wow, wow...

There was a cold wave, wet shoes, looking down, where the boat was standing at the foot, clearly a ragged wooden boat that was stranded on shore.

The wooden boat could not see the original color, and the boat was filled with black sludge from the river.

There was also a mortal bone buried in silt.

Look at the shape of the white bone. Isn't that the old lady who paddled the water?

People have been dead for a long time, and even the bones are buried in the sand.

Fang quickly cleared his eyes. It should have been a long time before the ship was overturned or sunk. The people on the ship were drowned and turned into powerful ghosts to get rid of the victims. Just like those unjust dead ghosts under the lake, he wanted to find a replacement ghost.

Should have nothing to do with the connector.

Connectors and he are both scapegoats who are being targeted by this old woman.

Fang was aware of the horror of what was in the lake, and did not delay in the boat any longer. He stepped on the water and hurried ashore.

The next second, he spins the real qi inside him, the real qi spins all over him and quickly evaporates the dry water stain, until he finally measures the scene on the shore.

Perhaps because of the lack of water vapor on the lake, the fog on the shore faded a lot.

It cannot be said that there is no fog at all, but rather that it fades a lot and can be seen far away, although the distance is still blurred and blurred.

Fang Zheng wanted to be on the shore to find out if he could meet other people who would enter the Fortune with him.

The blessing is very quiet, extraordinarily dead, not even a little grass on the ground can be seen, and the real grass does not live.

Around half an hour, Fang was helpless to give up the idea of continuing to find people, because the land of this deep-water lake was too wide, as if it had never reached the end, and no one on the road had encountered it.

Instead, a number of stranded wooden boats were found ashore.

It's all broken and rotten, like it's been on hold for decades, a century, and the boat is filled with mud and sand in the lake, and there are dead bodies.

Some have a bone, some have several bones.

Although the clothes are heavily decayed, they are rarely discernible as old, ancient, not modern, and should be of Siam antiquity.

Looking at so many stranded vessels, one was suddenly discovered, a detail that had been ignored.

These boats, all facing outward, towards Deepwater Lake, aft towards shore...

“Outside the bow, inside the stern, perhaps, are these people not going ashore, but fleeing in a collective panic? In ancient times, what terrible things happened in this blessing that forced so many ancients to flee in panic? ”

With this in mind, Square frowned and his mind could not help but come up with a bolder conjecture.

So many unjust souls drowned beneath the lake.

Perhaps those who were unfortunately drowned in that great escape also said not necessarily?

……

This is a deep mountain old temple.

Long ago, the mulberry, ancient, such as from the silence, standing alone, is so abrupt, such as a tombstone, that there is a strange, gloomy feeling in the deep mountains.

Though there is gray mist floating over the old temple of Deep Mountain, the gray mist here is thinner than the gray mist on the banks of Deepwater Lake and Lake.

This increasingly thin grey mist seems to herald a long distance from Deepwater Lake.

However, there seems to be some fiction floating in the gray fog, one, two, three...

Hundreds of phantoms floating.

Those shadows float motionlessly, but due to limited field of view and distance, it is not possible to see what the shadows in the grey mist are at once.

This strange scene, as well as the silence and unknown repression in the air, is no less alarming. The mysterious fiction of the amount of dense numbness in the grey mist does not seem to be a mascot.

Except for the old Deep Mountain Temple, which is surrounded by a large area that is safe and not close to the phantoms...

Get acquainted with Soso.

Slight but fine footsteps, in a world of air pressure and extra quiet grey mist, come from far and near. However, due to the gray mist blocking the field of view, it is impossible to see the visitor and the specific number of people, so these slight footsteps are heard in the ear, appear to be left and right, and are somewhat erratic.

Gradually, the footsteps are getting closer.

A group of slightly wobbly people broke into the view of the old temple in Deep Mountain.

These are Western faces, international practitioners, led by three masters equivalent to night trips, followed by six or seven ordinary practitioners.

Although there are multiple Fortune Passages, these Fortune Passages eventually lead to one place.

That's the world of bliss.

But at this moment, the appearance of these people is a little wondrous, like after the war, the clothes on their bodies are messy, and there is blood on their faces, and their faces are still frightened and unsettled, but the faces of the three masters are quite calm.

“The ruins are so evil, so many ghosts at the bottom of the lake, and the mysterious phantoms in the fog on the way, we almost didn't die in the lake. The only thing that is fortunate is that we have found a safe path without a positive engagement with those mysterious phantoms.” The man who spoke was very light and one of the three best players on the team, a big bald man.

Just between words, the voice of the man suddenly poured.

“Beast, what's wrong? ”

“Look there, there's not a temple!” The bald-headed man, nicknamed the beast, fingered the direction of the old monastery in the deep mountains, lowered his voice to surprise and said.

The old temple of Deep Mountain is situated on the path of their passage.