Chapter 458 Taoist Temple at Night

At this point, the sky quickly darkened.

Director feng looked at the sky, then apologized to Fang Zheng, "Junior, I'm still in the furnace in Palace of the medicine king, refining a batch of pills, so please excuse me."

Then he arranged a room for Fang Zheng to let Fang Zheng rest early.

However, before leaving, Director feng looked worried and kindly advised Fang Zheng, "Junior brother, if not necessary, after tonight in the taoist temple, junior brother should leave Blessed Land as soon as possible. The danger of Blessed Land is far beyond anyone's imagination."

"No one in this city does not regret entering Blessed Land for the rest of their lives, causing them to be trapped in this corner forever. When they first died, everything was normal. After a long time, everyone went crazy."

After Director feng's kind words before leaving, Fang Zheng entered the room and fell into deep thought.

Without a doubt, Blessed Land was different from everyone's imagination.

People will die here.

After death, he would be trapped in Blessed Land for the rest of his life.

As Director feng said before he left, the dangers of Blessed Land were far beyond anyone's imagination.

A little carelessness, is to be trapped here for the rest of his life. This is a longer prison life than a century. Death, death, life, life, will really make a normal person crazy.

Was Fang Zheng afraid of death?

As long as it was human, of course, he was afraid of death.

But he still came into Blessed Land.

This place was a ghost from Blessed Land. It was a dangerous place for others, but it was the biggest opportunity for him.

There are good leeks that can be cut, so why not?

It's shameful to waste.

Why did the capitalist empire become a developed country? It was not by plundering the colonies that the primitive capital accumulation was completed.

Fang Zheng's mind was slowly drawing up a grand plan...

For example, how to first cultivate Blessed Land into a vegetable garden and complete his primitive capital accumulation by cutting leeks every day... Light up more runes in the Human Skin scriptures.

After cutting the leeks, he thought about how to collect the wool from the others who entered Blessed Land...

Cutting leeks and collecting wool must not be broken.

When others enter Blessed Land, they are seriously pushing the copy stream, playing the dragon, getting buff, and swiping the spirit experience. This is not a push the copy stream game.

When Fang Zheng entered Blessed Land, he turned the push copy stream game into the construction farming stream game. Others pushed the copy, he farmed, others fought the dragon, he collected wool, others took buff, equipment, and experience. He could cut leeks.

Fang Zheng was about to start acting up again.

Of course, you can't forget about your growth.

This was his heart.

He must stick to his heart.

Life must not be too rough, the first bird out of the gun, the first branch out of the wind.

In fact, Fang Zheng had another answer in his heart about why he had to enter Blessed Land without hesitation, knowing that Blessed Land was in danger.

Now the world outside is no longer peaceful!

All the ancient, immortal, and sangtian's return to the sea were slowly recovering from the silence and decadence. This was an irresistible trend in history. In the face of this trend, life was like grass. If he wanted to live, he had to struggle hard.

It's impossible to be like ordinary people who don't know anything, muddled, comfortable with the status quo, and then die without knowing when.

Isn't there a saying that I can't help but die?

Just as Fang Zheng settled down and sat cross-legged on the bed, intending to get back to his true self as soon as possible, a strange sound came from outside the quiet room in the dead of night.

It sounded like someone was moving a flowerpot outside his room, or someone was wandering outside his room, and his leg accidentally bumped into the flowerpot.

In the taoist temple after night, it was quiet, quiet, and a little bit of wind and grass would make it clear.

The noise outside the room immediately alerted Fang Zheng.

"Who?"

"Brother dao?"

In Blessed Land, where the danger was unknown, Fang Zheng naturally did not dare to relax with all his heart. A little wind and grass outside the door could not escape from his increasingly sensitive five senses. He immediately closed his eyes and withdrew from the practice.

As soon as Fang Zheng opened his eyes, he saw yue hua projected in through the papery window paper, pale and white.

Outside the window, it was as if there was a blurry black figure lying on his stomach. He was putting his head in front of the window, trying to look into his room.

"If it's brother dao, you can just push the door in. The latch hasn't fallen." As Fang Zheng spoke, he reached out quietly to grab the box of knives that was placed next to him.

As a result, the black figure lying outside his window, motionless, just put his head outside the window and quietly looked at Fang Zheng in the room.

"Brother dao, if it was you, would you please answer?" Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes, stood up and lifted the box.

His head was still motionless outside the window.

Fang Zheng's face turned cold.

He went to the door and was about to open it, but he found that the door, which had not been bolted, had not been opened at once, as if the wind had sucked on the door.

Creak...

Just then, the window was pushed open by the head of the window.

Fang Zheng's eyes darkened, "Hide your head and hide your tail. Play tricks!"

Bang!

The door was pulled by Fang Zheng and blasted into a few broken planks. After brushing, Fang Zheng's figure had already darted out like a cheetah.

By this time, the Ghost head knife had come out of its shell.

However, the open space outside the window was empty, empty, cold and dark, nothing unusual. Even Fang Zheng checked the floor outside the window and found no footprints.

Fang Zheng stood outside the room and realized that the entire taoist temple was dark after nightfall.

Not even a candle from an oil lamp.

Fang Zheng looked left and right, his eyes filled with thought and coldness, and he returned to the room. But he found that the only oil lamp in the room was turned off at some point.

The room was dark and dark, with only a little bit of moonlight, but the cold moonlight, which shone into the room, was miserably white, but it was even more sinister.

Maybe he opened the door too loudly and blew out the oil lamp with the strong wind... Thinking of this, Fang Zheng, who had returned to the room with the help of the red light of the vermillion ink thread on the knife box, looked thoughtfully at the window that had been pushed open.

Next, Fang Zheng lit the oil lamp again and immediately looked around the room. There were no footprints or dirt on the floor in front of the window.

Thinking about it, Fang Zheng looked up at the beam.

Oh,

Was there no corpse hidden on the beam of the room with the heaviest yin qi?

Bang!

He violently pushed open the door.

Hmm? Wasn't it hidden behind the door?

Is that under the bed or in the closet? He searched the whole room but found nothing.

There must be something wrong with this view!

It's definitely not as simple as it looks!

Now that he found out there was something wrong, Fang Zheng could no longer live in peace. He raised the oil lamp and planned to go out to find out how deep the water was. In the end, hoo!

As soon as the oil lamp left the room, it was blown out by the night wind.

After that, he tried several more times. Every time he went out, the oil lamp was blown out by the wind.

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