Here Lies The Wicked

Just as Fang turned around and was about to take a look at the situation in the advanced village, he heard footsteps behind him.

Two more people entered the world of the dead.

Indeed, both of them came in attracted by the vision of the temple behind the village, shocked, surprised, the eyeballs were about to stare out.

Especially when I saw the scene of the Golden Top of Jinxia, Jinxiali suspected of the death of the gods, the shocking look on his face was even more irreplaceable, the color of the gods was exciting, and he was insane to see.

When the two men reacted, they began to rush up the hill with excitement on their faces. They rushed directly into the rice fields, stepped on the grain crops, and made a smart attempt to bypass the few who stood at the entrance of Fangzhenghe village and rushed straight up the hill.

Still not a few steps away, the two men began to kill each other like magic, and eventually fell into two cold corpses and were submerged by the fruit of the golden sea of rice.

Fang finally understood why those people looked at him in a lively way and did not speak out to dissuade him.

Because these people want to kill with a knife.

At this time, the people at the entrance of the village seemed to have finished watching the liveliness, knowing that Fang would no longer play the role, and all returned to the village for lack.

When Fang was walking into the village, he saw the people entering several houses in the village, the gate closed, and never came out.

This is an ancient village where no villagers can be seen along the way.

It's an empty village.

The scenery here, calm, calm, peaceful, like an extraterrestrial peach, can not see a villager along the way, which cannot help but cast an ominous shadow on the extraterrestrial peach village.

Along the way, Fang Zheng rarely encountered other practitioners. Even if he occasionally encountered them, they all had cautionary and unfair expressions. He waited for them to get closer. He closed the door directly and let him eat a lot of closed door spoons.

Each of these practitioners has usurped villagers' houses.

Anyway, this creepy village like Taoyuan has become an empty village. Without the villagers, the reuse of waste has become a temporary anchor for these outsiders.

A lack of access to people is tantamount to a lack of access to intelligence.

Fang had to go deeper into the village.

Outside, it seems that the village is not large, but only after entering the village can it be discovered that it is quite small and that it is easy for two or three hundred families to live in the village.

Fangzheng carefully weighed the layout of the village and walked towards the end of the village, so he spent a lot of time in the process. By the time he reached the end of the village, the sky was already dark. Standing at the end of the village, he saw that the road outside the end of the village had been broken, and there was no way up the mountain. The whole village was surrounded by golden, ocean-like rice fields.

Fang bowed his head and sank.

Looks like that's why the other practitioners stayed in the village.

Looking at the enormous benefits and opportunities ahead of us, these Asia-Europe and African practitioners, where they can easily miss out, where they can easily exit the world, so they stay in the village and take the opportunity to find their way up the mountain.

“Looks like we're going to have to find some information...”

Fang intends to find a landing spot before dark. Anyway, there are many empty houses here, so there is no place to settle.

Until later in the evening, it was intended to wait and see what happened, and to stay in the village to observe the situation, like the others.

However, the villagers' houses near the end of the village are all closed doors, and each door has a spill of breath, two or three fewer, more than a dozen individuals.

Some of them are strong and weak.

These unseen, overflowing breaths are undoubtedly a warning to others that there is a Lord here.

Fang walked around and found that the villagers' houses here at the end of the village had been seized. He could only find some unmanned houses to rest in.

However, the circle came down and his eyebrows raised gently, and he found two more details in the village.

The first is the cursed ones who, after entering the world of the dead, have not met anyone.

Where did those people go?

Second, the practitioner who falls into the blessed land will be permanently detained in the blessed land, unable to live or die, but he has not yet encountered the shadow of the world in which he has been detained for generations.

Where are the shadow spirits of the traditional meteor practitioners?

……

Sunset moon rises.

This side of the world is like the village of Taoyuan, like the outside world, there are sunsets, there are moon rises, it is so fake that it is difficult to tell the truth from the truth.

Fang is finally finding an empty house to stay in before dark.

What he found was a somewhat remote villager's house.

Because the location is good, there is already a lord.

Squeak...

Fang Zheng gently pushed open the courtyard door. He was first surprised by the clean and tidy layout of the courtyard.

An old tree.

Two neatly arranged stools.

Clearly an old tree is planted. There are not many leaves in the yard. It does not look like it has been inhabited for many years. It seems that people often sweep the yard for leaves.

At first, it was not surprising, after all, that this was the world of the dead. Perhaps it was not uncommon to preserve the last moments before the village was buried and destroyed.

When Fang was walking through the yard and came to the main house, he lifted his hand and tried to push down the door gently. At first, he didn't push. After a few more minutes of hard work, the door of the main house was pushed open by him.

Boom!

A door latch held against the door and fell to the floor, making some stinging landing noises in an empty house where no one lived, making it seem quiet and empty.

The house is clean and invisible, as if it had been cleaned often, and the furniture in the house is very old simple wooden furniture.

And he wasn't an archaeologist, and he couldn't tell what era the wooden furniture came from, so he just took a quick glance and started searching the whole house, and there was nobody in the house, just an outsider.

Next, instead of going into the bedroom to rest, sit in front of the lobby table and remove the compressed cookies from the waterproof backpack, sitting alone, silently replenishing your strength.

This calm, peaceful, peaceful village, like Taoyuan Village outside the world, through the strange, early cultivation sharp, it is possible that something will happen in the evening.

The sky slowly and completely darkened and the house completely sank into darkness.

Fangzheng's phone broke down because of the water, so the house was completely dark with it, the whole house, empty, dark and unseen, in the dark, there was only one blurry black figure, sitting alone in front of the table, like a ghost sitting.

Those who have lived in the countryside must have had similar experiences. There is no light pollution in the countryside. Once in the night, the bedroom after the lights out will fall into the darkness of five fingers, unable to see the window outline, and unable to see the door outline.

I can't even see my fingers in front of me.

Even if one person stands quietly in front of the bed, or the second person comes out of the pillow and looks at you sideways, you can't see it at all.

That darkness is the cold darkness that strikes the deepest part of the mind.

Shh...

It's like a rural wooden bed where someone flips their body very gently, coming from a dark dark bedroom where no one is supposed to be!

One sits directly in the dark lobby, hears movement and looks up towards the pitch-black bedroom.

“What is it? ”