Chapter 373 Strange

Fang Zheng looked at the mist behind him.

The old monk had disappeared.

There was a doubt in his mind. Why did the old monk build a temple in the spirit world of the dead?

Is lingyin temple really the famous lingyin temple in reality?

And what about the bones on the shore?

Building lingyin temple on a pile of bones, does that mean suppressing or eliminating demons?

At the same time, Fang Zheng was also curious in his heart. Was the old monk also a yin man, or a monk who knew how to walk yin?

It turns out that even the underworld can crash into each other?

This really surprised Fang Zheng, once again overturning his previous understanding.

At this moment, Fang Zheng had too many questions in his heart. He looked at the back of Mr. Fu, who had been focused on rowing, and wanted to ask the question in his heart. But when he thought of Mr. Fu's warning before he went to the underworld, no matter what he heard or saw along the way, he did not say anything. He could only hold back his heart like a monkey.

It made his heart itch all the way.

The boat was still on its way...

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Whoosh! Whoosh!

It was the sound of paddling.

However, Fang Zheng was confused. Why did the sound of the paddle sound like an echo? Mr. Fu paddled here, and a paddle echoed in the thick fog.

"No, it's not an echo, it's someone! Someone's paddling in the river!"

"Are those shadows coming out of the water?"

On closer inspection, the sound of the paddle came from the thick fog ahead. Because it was mixed with the sound of Mr. Fu's paddle, it sounded like an echo when he was not paying attention.

This was actually a straight body walking in the river, floating and sinking in the water, only revealing a head.

Fang Zheng looked a little surprised.

He had always thought that the river could not get into the water because there was something horrible under it. But the scene in front of him made him unable to react for a moment.

Whether it was the old monk who built a temple in the spirit world of the dead,

Or a straight corpse that could walk in the river,

All of them were overturning the three views of the world that Fang Zheng had constructed in the past.

The reason why Fang Zheng could tell at a glance that the river was walking with a straight corpse was because of the strong stagnant air. He also figured it out. No wonder he walked in the river openly.

"Is this straight body also a yin walker?" Fang Zheng stared thoughtfully at the corpse. Seeing that Mr. Fu had not done anything, he could not help but guess.

When Fang Zheng found the corpse, the corpse also found Fang Zheng. The body was submerged, and the corpse was walking in the water. It only took one look at Fang Zheng, then turned around, and finally stopped on Mr. Fu for a long time.

At this moment, the ship was approaching the corpse.

But the corpse did not attack.

He was still treading on water in the river.

Suddenly, a lonely boat appeared in the misty sea. The boat was empty and there was no one on it. Just then, with the sound of water, the dead man grabbed the edge of the boat and boarded the boat wet.

Only then did Fang Zheng notice that there were two long chains attached to the body of the corpse, dragging a stone coffin at the bottom of the river into the boat.

What was in the coffin?

Was it really pulled out from under the river?

Does it look like it's really something?

Could this be the purpose of this yin walker, looking for a coffin?

Fang Zheng wanted to take a closer look, but just then, Mr. Fu, who had not stopped for a moment, had pushed the boat away and was surrounded by thick fog again.

Fang Zheng reluctantly turned his head around again. At this moment, his heart was itching. There were so many questions in his heart that he wanted to ask.

...

The boat went on for a while, and in the thick fog, Fang Zheng heard the sound again.

This time, it was an old man who was digging a well on the shore with a shovel.

The reason why it was said to be digging a well was that the hole was not wide and did not look like it was digging a hole.

Behind the man, seven or eight wells had been dug. What was even more frightening was that a body could be dug out of each well, because there was a body beside each well.

A well is equal to a corpse.

Seven or eight wells, which was equivalent to seven or eight bodies buried, turned out that this man was digging up the body, looking at the strange scene in front of him, Fang Zheng thought, is there a murder case?

The man who dug up the body was looking for the body in the shade?

I don't know how many corpses he's looking for, but I just hope there are fewer deaths...

The man was digging a well, but when he noticed Mr. Fu and Fang Zheng, he stopped and quietly watched the boat leave.

Then, after the fog that Fang Zheng could not see, he continued to dig the well and dig the body.

...

I don't know how long it has been.

Without the sun and moon as a time reference, time here has long lost its real meaning.

At this moment, the boat entered a battlefield, a broken steel warship, a stranded destroyer, and a broken frigate... Without exception, they were all rusty and rotten.

A large number of huge ships and cannons were stranded and sunk here.

They entered a battlefield.

Without Mr. Fu's explanation, Fang Zheng had subconsciously held his breath. They could enter this battlefield, which meant that this was also the spirit world of the dead.

Fang Zheng looked at Mr. Fu. Mr. Fu was still boating and moving on.

Suddenly, Fang Zheng felt the water vapor and strong wind behind him. He immediately turned around and saw a tall sailing ship with tall masts and strong historical scent coming from behind. It broke through the thick fog and sped up from behind.

These ancient ships purposely bypassed Fang Zheng and the others, rode through the wind and waves, and sailed straight into the sea. Their speed was not comparable to that of Mr. Fu's boat with a pole. They passed quickly, surpassing the sampan boat, which was a few blocks shorter.

Fang Zheng looked up and saw the dense figures standing on the ancient ship. These people had a solemn face and stood in neat rows with the steel bearing and strict discipline of the soldiers.

When Fang Zheng was looking up at the figure of the ship, everyone on the side of the ship noticed Fang Zheng.

But they were disciplined, like an army on the battlefield, without a single voice. A dozen ancient masts sailed into the thick fog ahead.

In particular, there were a few taoist figures among them, each with a terrifying aura of energy.

Just as Fang Zheng's fluctuating mood had not calmed down, in the thick fog that could not be seen in front of him, there was an explosion of screams of murder, and... The battleships were bombarded with thunders and thunders.

Ordinary spirit from the battlefield + 1.

+ 1, + 1, + 1 ...

Fang Zheng was pleasantly surprised, then took a deep breath. Where was this battlefield? How could it be so noisy?

It was a direct battle in the spirit world of the dead!

Said the demon slayer!

Purge the world!

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