Chapter 115 For the Dead, for the Living

This is a world dominated by black and white.

All that was left was the thick mist, and he could not see his fingers.

The surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that the air was a little cold, as if there was a very soft voice, which magnified the trembling and fear of people infinitely, vaguely like a strange laugh from a child...

And it was like a sharp, angry voice from a child...

But when one had to listen carefully, it seemed to be the angry shouts of a child...

...

Her body shook slightly, and she was standing on a small boat that was slowly drifting along with the waves. As soon as she realized it, Fang Zheng tightened her body and looked around vigilantly.

This was the second time he had gone to the underworld, the first time he had followed Mr. Fu and Butcher zhang, and he was just a spectator, but this time he had become the leader.

When he pushed open the strange door, he saw the misty world and a lonely boat floating around without a master.

Is this walking in the shade? For the deceased to cross over and for the living to watch the night!

Seeing that there was no danger around him, Fang Zheng relaxed his tense body a little, then his heart was a little excited. He did not expect that the first time he walked alone, he succeeded so smoothly.

Feeling the flow of the boat below, this might be the so-called... Are you mentally aware of the sea?

Fang Zheng, who had his first experience with the strange scene before him, was not too alarmed, but rather calm and thoughtful.

But it was a dead piece of mental sea awareness, just like the black and white color of the cemetery, lifeless.

Fang Zheng held his breath. He kept a word in mind and did not make any noise so as not to disturb some strange being.

At this moment, a light from the bow of the ship was burning with a faint green light, which led to a deeper understanding of the sea.

At this time, the jade plaque around Fang Zheng's neck glowed brightly, shielding Fang Zheng from the world of the dead.

Fang Zheng couldn't help but think of a word, transparent man.

The things before her eyes were so familiar that Fang Zheng remembered the experience of using the underworld in Dragon head lake.

It was also Ghost lake.

He was also a dead body snatcher.

Because there were dead bodies to cover up the breath of the living, a ship could safely cross the lake in Ghost lake without being discovered by the ghosts under the ghost lake.

"Was Dragon head lake built to imitate the spirit world of the dead that the underworld saw?" Fang Zheng suddenly had a bold guess.

If that was the case, it would be a little strange.

To recreate the spirit world of the dead in mysterious ways such as feng shui or topography? This kind of magnificent and strange big stroke was not something that ordinary people could lay out.

Fang Zheng shook his head and cleared his mind. This was not the time to think about it, but it was still in the world of the dead.

Fang Zheng ignored the sounds of the children around him. These were all Shen Wenle's memories before he died. As long as he ignored these memories and did not disturb them, he would be safe and sound.

Fang Zheng followed the guidance of the spirit light, and the boat swayed gently from side to side, slowly moving forward in the misty world.

Everything was calm.

Except for the misty world, it was a black and white world.

Like a dead person's tombstone, dead and lifeless; And like the skin of a dead man, it was cold and cold. Although the process was a little strange, and occasionally bumped into strange sounds, Fang Zheng finally landed smoothly.

After landing, Fang Zheng had a strange look on his face.

It was the same as last time, landing near Tongjiang bridge, Zhou city... This Tongjiang bridge is like a bridge connecting the two realms on a dark spring. All kinds of strange things start around here.

Fang Zheng put aside all these thoughts, and the Zhou city in front of him was also black and white, lifeless and lifeless.

And only the empty shell of the city, without the prosperity and vitality of the city. There were no pedestrians, no buses, no private cars.

In a supermarket with a wide open door, the shelves were filled with a variety of goods, but there were no shop assistants or customers.

Huff, huff.

The air-conditioner's external unit was running at a high power and looked into the salon through a transparent french window. Although the salon was air-conditioned, it was empty.

A few carts were quietly parked behind a few seats. One cart had several bottles of hair dye, plastic gloves, curling sticks and other tools on it, as if a famous customer came to the store to dye his hair.

Next to a cart stood a perm machine. This customer was supposed to come to the store to perm his hair.

There were electric scissors, hair dryer, comb, scissors bag and so on on a trolley, and the seat was adjusted very high, so parents should come to the shop to wash their hair and bring their children over to have a haircut.

But at this moment, all of these seats were empty and empty.

Strange empty shop.

Fang Zheng was walking through the city of zhou with a spirit lantern in his hand. He passed through many familiar buildings in Zhou city, but no one was seen.

This is an empty city.

Only the shell was carved... But there was no flesh.

Fang Zheng looked thoughtfully at the lamp in his hand. All the tracks he walked were guided by the lamp.

It was a strange experience, and Fang Zheng was intrigued.

Walking alone in an empty and huge ghost city, it was really a bit of a shame. After about four hours of walking, Fang Zheng finally came to a school gate according to the guidance of the spirit lamp.

Sixth high school.

Fang Zheng was taken aback when he saw the words at the school gate.

"Interesting."

Han Peng, the missing student with the nightmare, was hiding in high school?

Fang Zheng continued to follow the lead light and began to walk into the sixth high school.

It was more of Shen Wenle's resentment than the guidance of the spirit lamp, which had been guiding Fang Zheng's direction.

Shen Wenle's sudden death should be the death of the scarecrow. Therefore, he was not willing to complain, through the spirit world of the deceased, to guide Fang Zheng to Han Peng's hiding place in the outside world.

Patter, patter.

In the whole empty middle school, only Fang Zheng's footsteps were lonely, quiet, and gloomy. Not long after, Fang Zheng appeared on the playground and walked to a building beside the playground.

"Hiding in the Sixth high school playground?"

"It's such an obvious location, but why didn't the Special operations department find Han Peng?"

Logically speaking, Sixth high school had already become the focus of attention, and it was estimated that even a fly could not escape the monitoring of the Special operations department.

Not to mention the most dangerous place is the safest place, it is all a tv drama to force the plot, deliberately weakening the logic.

With confusion and confusion, Fang Zheng could not help but step lightly and silently approach the building.

"Hmm?"

"Sports equipment room?"

At this moment, the door was ajar, and the sounds of two children came faintly from the sports equipment room.

"It's still Han Peng. You have a plan. You want to grab lan lan's snacks and use the girl's snacks to seduce the wild cat who just gave birth to a kitten."

Fang Zheng paused. Was it Shen Wenle's voice?

"By completing this last step, we should be able to make the set of cards you mentioned, Shen Wenle, right?"

Then, a second junior high school student's childish voice came from the sports equipment room, as if it was Han Peng from Shen Wenle?

The missing person Fang Zheng was looking for!

That nightmare carrier!

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