Chapter 335 Yin Gathering Place

Fang Zheng finally understood.

What the hell happened to the paper boat and the river lamp in this river?

The river was covered with white silk and paper lanterns. They were ghostly and sinister.

There was a figure in a black robe, sitting with his back to Fang Zheng, cross-legged and sitting alone on a blood-colored coffin by the river. Because his back was facing Fang Zheng, he could not see his face clearly.

He saw a paper boat with a river lamp in his hand, then bent down and gently put it into the river, drifting away along the current.

That hunched and slow figure was no different from a white-haired man who sent a black-haired man to an old man who was too sad.

But what was strange was the next scene. The figure in the black robe sitting on the cover of the blood-colored coffin had no origami paper in his hand. The river lamps were all held by him to pinch the ghosts one by one. Then, he broke the river lamp in his hand and bent down to put it into the river.

Both sides of the river bank were filled with wandering spirits with blank eyes and expressionless faces. The dark spirits allowed the figure in the black robe by the river to hold them and fold them into river lamps. They were willing to use their own dark spirits as fuel to transform into a candle lit river lamp.

Facing the strange scene in front of him, Fang Zheng, who was holding a long knife, narrowed his eyes and a cold light flashed in them.

As for Fang Zheng's voice,

The figure in the black robe, bent and slow in movement, seemed unheard of and did not hear.

He continued to hunch his back, like the most ordinary country hunchbacked old man, repeating the origami boat in his hand over and over again... If there was not a coffin under him...

The river lamp is a place where the living miss each other.

To mourn and yearn for the deceased loved ones.

It was a folk custom to remember the deceased relatives, and at the same time, there were many taboos and mysteries among the people.

If you see a river lamp, don't fish for it. Fishing for a river lamp is like bringing a ghost home.

But right now, there was more to it than that.

There are even more wicked ones!

More ghosts crawled out from under the river, some wearing ancient clothes, some wearing clothes from decades ago, and some wearing modern clothes for urban men and women.

At this moment, these ghosts seemed to be under control. When they crawled out from under the river, they stood quietly on both sides of the river bank, and then lined up one by one to send them to the figure in black who was sitting on the blood-colored coffin...

Then,

A river lamp was folded by the figure of the black robe on the coffin.

Under the black robe, two strange fingers appeared. The left hand was thin as the flesh of an eagle's claw, while the right hand was a pale and pale paper with no muscular lines. A river lamp was folded into a river lamp through these two strange hands and gently put into the river.

Ever since he saw the figure of the black robe sitting alone by the river bank, the Hei, who had been quietly following Fang Zheng's feet, suddenly arched up with tight muscles and black hair exploding like needles. The cat's eyes were fixed on the figure of the black robe without blinking, and its throat let out a dangerous low roar before the cat attacked.

Looking at the Hei's vengeful look, Fang Zheng did not need to guess that the figure in black in front of him was King of labor, who injured the Hei last time.

The sense of movement and smell must be naturally sensitive to people.

The Hei must have sensed something familiar from the person in front of them.

"Be careful, this place has become a place of gathering yin because of its old history and the active magnetic field of the sky. In addition, the yin qi emitted by the Ghost village underworld is combined with the special magnetic field of the sky. The longer the time is dragged, the more ghosts will gather." Gao Shuhua reminded Fang Zheng.

"And this Ghost village underworld is very strange. I'm afraid it's not as simple as before."

"If I catch King of labor later to do the autopsy for you, what's the price?" Fang Zheng suddenly opened his mouth and said this to Gao Shuhua.

Gao Shuhua glanced at Fang Zheng, then at King of labor. There was no emotion in his voice, "No."

Fang Zheng was stunned.

Then, with a loud laugh and a thud, a meteor shot out of his feet, like two elephant legs pounding on the ground. The river rolled violently, leaving a trail of footprints under his feet, and he strode towards King of labor with a long knife in his hand.

The war just broke out.

There was not much dialogue and inner monologue. This was a never-ending hatred, and there was no room for manoeuvre.

Roar!

Suddenly, a huge gray ghost hand appeared under the river. Fang Zheng could see a red knife breath as thick as a waterfall. The hot, blazing Jiuyang Shengang split out and roared!

The huge ghost hand was split by a knife, such as an avalanche, half of the palm was split and exploded, turning into a large number of ghosts, and these ghosts were split, and the moment they touched the burning knife gas of the sun, immediately peng, peng...

Ordinary spirit + 1, + 1, + 1,

Blow it up! Blow it up!

These ghosts were all too weak. In front of Fang Zheng today, they had no power to resist at all, and even the energy overflowing from his sword could not resist.

It was hard to imagine that this was just the result of Fang Zheng's three short months of cultivation.

Three months ago,

Even the most common ghost,

They were all barely killed.

Now, he had no fear of a hundred years of ghosts.

Fang Zheng let out a great laugh after killing so happily today.

At this moment, Fang Zheng's eyes lit up as he looked at the dark spirits gathered by the river bank.

That was a series of $ $ $ $ ...

"King of labor, is this your way? Come on, come and kill me!"

"Do you know how I killed your two grandchildren in the first place? They died miserably. Before they died, there was not a whole body. One of them was cut off by me, the other was cut off by me like a pig. Did you see this knife in my hand? It was cut off by the knife in my hand."

"Aren't you going to avenge your two grandsons? Come on, I've offered to deliver today!"

Fang Zheng was deliberately provoking King of labor.

Sure enough!

Huge ghostly hands gathered in the river again and slapped Fang Zheng.

Boom!

Boom!

"Haha, kill it! Kill it!"

Ordinary spirit + 1, + 1, + 1 ...

+ 10 ...

"Yes, that's right. Don't stop. Just like now, dry me to death with all your might!"

"Don't stop!"

"Great! Great!"

Fang Zheng suddenly fell in love with this place of gathering yin.

For others, this Ghost village is full of oddities, especially the special effects of the underworld, which can be a big headache for others.

But for Fang Zheng, it was his experience of chopping monsters and brushing the golden treasure. It was his treasure gathering place.

As for King of labor, he was still playing deep and inscrutable.

He never did it in person.

But soon, gao shu's image became strange.

Hei's cat face?

"King of labor, you're really strong."

"No, I can't even walk."

"King of labor, you're planning to use these ghosts to drag me to death, aren't you? King of labor is indeed King of labor. He's sinister and despicable."

Fang Zheng was panting like a cow, as if the war was getting tense, but gao shuhua and the Hei clearly saw Fang Zheng standing still with a relaxed face as he repeatedly chopped down the huge ghost palm that was dug out of the river.

There was no sign of danger or tension at all.

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