Here Lies The Wicked

Fang Zheng did not know how long he had been walking on Huangquan Road.

You can only follow the blurred and obscure real-life spirit in front of you, and follow the real-life spirit all the way.

Square thinks.

Genghui's real people must be able to see the surrounding environment.

Unlike him, he was blinded all the way because his soul was not repaired enough.

It's like a blind man touching a rock across the river.

Tap, tap, tap...

In the darkness, it is only this slow, fluctuating walking footsteps that may make some sense at this time.

At least prove that Fang has been moving forward.

Fang Zheng doesn't need to see and knows that all the footsteps after the dark fog around are from the dead people on Yellow Springs Road.

He and Genghui's real people must be walking in the tide of death right now.

Fang Zheng has been following the Genghui real person in front of him, worried that he would accidentally get lost in the dead tide. The ghost only knew what would happen without daytime travel.

However, looking at the shadow in front of him in the dark is blurred, can only blur to see a person's true spirit in the outline of the shadow. Sometimes he can't stop thinking in the dark, he can't see anything in the dark. What if he loses the real spirit, the real spirit in front of him is a dead person?

Does that mean the more he tries on the wrong path, the farther away from success?

Just as Fang thought about it to decompress the psychological stress of staying in the dark for a long time, he walked, walked, and did not know how long had passed before finally changing his eyes.

There seems to be a city in front of us.

Because you're seeing the blurry contours of the city in the dark.

Tap, tap...

After entering the city, the sound of the surrounding footsteps remained unstoppable and continued to reach both ears.

Even more shadows surround urban roads because they squeeze out viable spaces.

Kinda Road.

Trade Cheng Road.

Although it looks like a layer of dark fog in front of you with low visibility, you can still see it in the vicinity, and Genghui's real person walks on the city street, looking at the two signs passing by, looking straight at each other.

Show amazement.

This road… seems to be the street name near Zhang Zuoren's house.

Because Fang Zheng had been to Zhang Zuoren's house, he was very impressed with this.

Wait a minute!

“Doesn't that mean that the city in front of you is actually a city? Me and Genghui are walking in the city right now? ”

Fang couldn't help but ask Xuan Ling's real person: “Real person, is this the city? ”

Constantly walking in front of the ghost real person blurred shadow, made a slight nod motion in the dark, the square head sounded the gentle hum of the ghost real person.

Take a breath of relief when you get a response from Genghui's real person.

I'm glad he didn't follow the wrong guy.

If you really talk to the wrong person in the dark, and you follow a dead person by mistake, you have to bite the copper money that's been in your mouth, and then your soul comes back, and your soul goes back to the outside world.

When confirmed by Genghui's true person, Fang looked at the contours of the huge city in front of him. The first thought in his mind was, did he unknowingly reappear in the darkness and reappear on shore?

But it quickly rejected the idea.

First of all, the footsteps and shadows of the city don't make sense.

Is that the city on Huangquan Road?

Fang suddenly thought of a possibility.

“Real people, do they have several layers? The first floor is the world of grey mist? The second floor is Huangquan Road? Whether it's the first floor or the second floor, it's the same as the outside world. There's a city, there's a city, but the biggest difference is, the first floor is an empty city? Yellow Springs Road is full of dead people? ”

Fang couldn't wait to share his thoughts with Genghui's true person.

“It's a little complicated to explain, involving too many myths and causes, and you can simply understand it as a parallel space of no interference with each other, but your understanding is fine. ”

“Does the spirit of the dead have eighteen levels?” It's so dark.

Just as Fang was about to ask, at this time, there was a footstep approaching the side, and there was a shadow close to the square.

This was the first time that Fang was encountering him on the way, almost hit his dead man.

Fang heard footsteps approaching, his subconscious moved away, and this did not collide with the dead man.

But Fangzheng also saw the dead man.

Two eyes were empty, atheistic, and the expression on his face was numbness. Like a walking corpse without consciousness, he followed the tide of death aimlessly, flowing with waves.

This is a very young worker.

He was wearing a suit and a laptop bag in his hand, young and in his twenties had already shown signs of hair loss in that area of his forehead.

Programmer?

I don't know why this programmer died so early in the year...

Unfortunately, it's a great year...

Fang has seen a lot of news, said that people are now healthy, staying up late every day, eating irregular food and take-out every day, the sudden death crowd is getting younger and younger every year.

Da-da-da-da...

This time stepping on the high heels, knocking on the hard cement road, approaching from the square.

She saw a middle-aged housewife in a lily summer dress with bags of fruits and vegetables in her hand.

Old people, children, men, women...

Some of these people wear short sleeves, some wear down jackets, and some wear long sleeves… corresponding to different seasons of death.

More and more people started walking from the side, because the city roads were small and there were too many ghosts, so the probability of ghosts passing from the side began to increase.

These include both modern urban men and women and those wearing blue workwear from the last century, but the vast majority are still modern men and women from the millennium onwards.

Did all these people die in the city?

“Real people, does the spirit world of the dead really have eighteen levels? Are these ghosts real ghosts or not? When a man dies, will the ghost be trapped forever in the spirit world of the dead? But it doesn't seem to make any sense...” Fang was asking about the constant doubts in his mind.

“Remember what it was?” The true spirit who had been walking ahead finally paused slightly and waited for Fang to follow him before proceeding.

“The living have psychiatrists, the psychiatrists can enter the spiritual world of the living, the dead have psychiatrists of the dead, we go into the spiritual world of the dead. ”

“These ghosts cannot be counted as real ghosts, just because they die unjustly and cannot be swallowed, and a grudge continues to linger in the spiritual world after death. ”

“The simple understanding is that you can treat all these dead people you see as if they died with a bite of unwillingness or obsession that has lingered. ”

“That's why I've been wandering the ghost road, unable to get out of Yellow Springs Road, unable to get a real relief. ”