Here Lies The Wicked

Turns out, Fang was looking for a way out of the mountain when he couldn't find anyone else by the lake.

When he got out of the lake, he saw the shadows in the gray fog, and he was careful not to disturb the mysteries until he knew exactly what they were.

And there's no curiosity in trying to expose the mysterious veils of the phantoms.

Instead, he searched for a safe mountain road with a sparse spell in the fog and cautiously stepped out of the mountain.

Ever since the experience of stabbing a horse's honeycomb under the lake, Fang doesn't want to stab a horse's honeycomb at all. After so many shadows in the fog, the ghost knows if it will pull off the whole body.

Fang was following a safe path and went out of the mountain without risk, so there was a scene in front of him. An old temple suddenly appeared in front of him on the path he must pass.

He thought straight ahead and continued on his way.

He was headed towards the old temple of Deep Mountain.

Fangzheng's plan is simple: Advanced temples, see if you can meet other practitioners, and then make plans for the next step, such as how to get out of the mountains. If there are any abnormalities in the temple, exit the temple immediately and do not stay.

Shortly afterwards, Fang appeared near the old monastery in the deep mountains, but instead of rushing into it, he searched for a height and watched it change.

First of all, he found this old temple without a door.

With thought, Fang continued to hide at height to observe the temple, an abandoned deserted temple without a monk and without seeing the whereabouts of his practitioners.

The buildings in the old temple collapsed, with only a handful of shaky and ruined buildings remaining.

After more than a decade or so, Fang saw that no abnormalities had been found in the temple, which led him to enter the temple. Entering the temple, he discovered that one of the temples actually had signs of movement, looked carefully at the footprints on the ground, and about two or three groups of people stopped briefly before leaving the temple, when people went to the temple sky.

Whoo!

This calm is like a temple in a deep mountain old pool that hasn't been riddled with wind for a hundred years, suddenly the wind winds up the outside yard, along the cracks of the collapsed wall, poured into the house, the back is cool, like there is something suddenly in the house, turning around, behind nothing, only the rubble of the pile of wood rubble pile.

Thereafter, the temple returned to silence.

Square frown wrinkled.

He began to notice an unusual atmosphere in the air.

Perhaps this ruined temple, which is as lonely as a tombstone, is not as calm as it seems...

Without hesitation, Fang immediately intends to exit the temple.

Since he didn't meet anyone here, he didn't have to stay.

But at this time, it should be empty, silent in the old temple of Deep Mountain, it actually sounds like a dole! Doyle! Doyle's chopping wood.

This is not a loud voice, but in an empty abandoned temple where no one is, it is especially harsh.

Fang didn't think much, his figure flashed, and people suddenly chased him out.

However, just leaving the house, the sound of chopping wood has disappeared.

Fang Zheng closed his eyes and began to circle around his eyes. Later, he truly breathed into his foot meridian and stepped on the ground. He had leaped upside down onto the roof of the house behind him. He stood at a height and looked closely at the temple in front of him.

No one was seen in the temple.

Nor did he see the man who was chopping wood.

Fang bowed his head and sang, he had just jumped off the roof, hoo, another breeze blowing from his side, just at this time, Dol! Dol!

The sound of chopping wood rang again.

“Who the hell is faking ghosts? ”

Fang Zheng sighed and asked.

The sound of chopping wood disappeared once again.

At this point, Fang Zheng can't see that this Deep Mountain Temple is strange. He intends to withdraw first and then say, I don't know, Fang just came to the walls of the temple, just want to get out of the temple, Dol! Dol!

This time, the sound of chopping wood was louder than the previous two, because it appeared directly behind him.

He had not always relaxed his guard and suddenly turned around to try, but there was nothing behind him and nothing.

Didn't see anyone chopping wood behind him.

Fang was standing there, looking around, eyebrows slightly locked, no one knew what he was thinking at the moment, but soon, Fang was exhaling.

“Looks like you want to play hide-and-seek with me, you want me to be a ghost, you're a human being, let me find you... If I don't find you today, I don't expect a moment of tranquility...”

Fangzheng's figure began to move around the temple, intending to find the source of the sound.

If he heard correctly, the voice came from the deepest part of the temple, and he decided to find it in that direction first.

As Fang is walking to the depths of the temple, the sound of chopping wood sounds again. This time, Fang has heard the source of the sound!

As he stepped into a shattered house with a knife in his hand, he saw a shattered old monk in a corner with a monk's robe, waving his axe in his hand and chopping a very old wooden frame bronze mirror hanging on the wall.

The sound of chopping wood was the sound of the axe chopping the mirror wooden border again and again.

But Fang remembered very clearly that there were no old monks and mirrors when he checked the house before!

“Who are you? ”

“What are you, a ghost? ”

He asked coldly, his arm holding the knife was tight, and as long as something was wrong, he would not hesitate to kill each other.

But the old monk in the corner, ignoring the square, kept waving his axe in his hand and chopping the old mirror hanging on the wall.

Fang approached to see clearly. It was actually an old monk who was blind with both eyes. A bloodstained bandage wrapped around both eyes, while the old monk kept waving an axe and chopping the mirror.

Dol! Dol!

As if never tired.

It's been chopping for centuries...

Right here!

“Don't! Don't look in the mirror!! ”

There was a second person hidden in the house, but his reminder was late. He had already looked at the copper mirror hanging on the wall. He wanted to see why the old monk in front of him had been chopping the mirror on the wall.

As a result, Fang Zheng saw that nothing had happened, and nothing had happened in the mirror except to reflect the ghost bride of Xiapi, who was standing behind him.

Fang did not use the ghost jade to temporarily seal the ghost bride, so when he looked in the mirror, the ghost bride naturally appeared in the mirror.

Nothing happened. At this point, when the party was turning around to find the person who had just reminded him, something seemed to flash through the front mirror, but that thing was too fast to even see exactly what it was.

And what was in the mirror flashed past, and the ghost bride's red cap in the mirror actually seemed to be blown by the wind, shaking slightly.

This sudden scene stunned Fang, temporarily he didn't have the kung fu to find a second person, he changed his serious expression, because the ghost bride had other movements, this is the first time he met!

What the hell is in this mirror, and why would that man warn him not to look? And why, long ago, temple monks tried to destroy the mirror without facing what was in it?