Chapter 463 Private Land with Vicious Dogs

Fang Zheng thought.

This woman should have brought this jade pendant with her before she died.

Then I don't know why, or this jade pendant of the underworld, itself is a bit extraordinary, still not leaving after death.

Even because the underworld and the spirit cooperated with each other, some unexpected ability changes occurred.

This was all Fang Zheng's conjecture, but it also made Fang Zheng verify another conjecture.

An undamaged underworld can function normally in Blessed Land...

So, next, he was going to be careful of those with the underworld and infiltrate the team.

Even he, a civilian, could enter Blessed Land. Fang Zheng didn't believe him. The others had no means.

Just like Gao Shuhua, Fang Zheng knew that the daughter of the pictorial Gao family was also in Blessed Land.

He had been out of contact with Gao Shuhua for some time because it was inconvenient to contact him in the camp.

...

Finally, the woman who begged for a child in the middle of the night was solved. When Fang Zheng arrived at the collapse site of the tunnel, it took quite a long time before the tunnel was reopened.

The tunnel was not too deep. Fang Zheng, who was holding a spare flashlight, quickly searched to the end.

Then Fang Zheng found a dead man lying in a pool of blood in the tunnel. The man was still very young, and his face was full of the tenderness and youthfulness of a high school student.

There was also a furnace in the tunnel, but this furnace was a little smaller than the one in the medicine king's palace, only about one person tall.

The boy died by the alchemy stove. He had been dead for a long time, and his body was covered in gnawing teeth marks, leaving almost half of his body.

Fang Zheng sighed lightly.

Unexpectedly, someone died on the first day.

What he was most worried about finally happened.

To his surprise, Director feng, who had kindly persuaded him to leave Blessed Land, looked like the only normal person in his eyes. He was no different from the others. He was driven mad by the time here, even more thoroughly than the others.

Even more ironically, during the day, Director feng made him wary of people, and made him wary of the people here.

Although Fang Zheng did not know the identity of the deceased on the ground, he still planned to bury him well. If everyone died, let it be buried.

As for bringing the body out of the city and letting the country take the boy back to his parents, Fang Zheng finally gave up on the idea.

Now he's in a city full of ghosts.

Everyone was preoccupied with themselves.

Bang!

Suddenly, a strange sound interrupted Fang Zheng's thoughts.

Fang Zheng's face was slightly different, and the voice sounded exactly like the one he had heard in the medicine king's palace.

He quickly found the source of the sound, and it was in the furnace. When he opened the furnace, he found that there was only a woman's arm in the furnace.

The woman's arms were covered in wood, grass, and soot, and looked dirty.

It seemed that the woman's arm had been trapped for quite some time, and she did not struggle as hard as she thought. She only moved occasionally, as if her fingertips were writing something in a furnace. No wonder she only heard some strange noises occasionally.

Fang Zheng thought with a surprised look in his eyes. "Then Director feng, isn't he always thinking about refining this woman's arm into a perfect tonic pill?"

"This revered alchemy furnace is Director feng's real alchemy furnace?"

Because Fang Zheng rubbed his fingers and found that there were still a lot of charred black and grass ashes in the furnace. It seemed that Director feng spent a lot of time on that woman's arm.

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng had a strange idea. "The woman who begged for a child in the middle of the night, why she looked so hungry and thirsty, could it be that her real purpose was to sense that there was a' wild ginseng' here? I just bumped into the muzzle of a gun?"

This guess is not impossible.

However, he killed the woman, and so did Director feng. It was destined to be a fruitless result. Fang Zheng simply stopped worrying about it.

What he had to think about now was what to do next.

But it was clear that the arm of the woman found this time had given Fang Zheng some inspiration.

If Director feng had existed for more than a century or two, he wouldn't have lost some savings, would he?

When building this Lingshan taoist temple, cutting down a tree and carrying a stone, you will find some treasures in Blessed Land, right? For example, the spiritual herbs and special ores that were important to the cultivators.

Fang Zheng's eyes lit up at the thought.

...

The next day.

Early morning.

The sky and the earth had just brightened up, and the harvest of the night's labor was neatly laid out before Fang Zheng's eyes. He dug three feet into the ground and dug out Director feng's life collection.

First, it was a pile of rotten, black, or withered herbs. Unfortunately... Because the ghosts could not be used and could not be used for cultivation, they eventually withered and wasted.

The best preserved ones were still a few ores.

These ores are irregularly shaped.

There were also a few dead branches.

A few leaves.

Two sticky, crystal-clear strands of spider silk. It should be spider silk, right? Fang Zheng thought. The two little spider threads added together, they were less than a weight or two.

And... The last nut?

Fang Zheng really doubted that Director feng was a squirrel, wasn't he?

If it wasn't for squirrels to build nests, people would collect branches? Leaves? Spider silk? Nuts? Rocks by the road?

All of these things, they knew him.

But he didn't know them.

It didn't matter if he didn't know him. He could run back to the camp and ask someone, but one thing Fang Zheng was sure of was that he didn't need the heaven and earth treasures cultivated by his spirit.

Looking at the sky, Fang Zheng decided to leave the city early, but before he left, Fang Zheng happily tore down a few beds and pulled a few sheets.

He sneaked out of the taoist temple and saw that the people on the road during the day had returned to being kind, calm and peaceful. He closed the door of the taoist temple and pasted a piece of paper with a bang.

In a private area, there were vicious dogs.

I have something to do today.

Then Fang Zheng, who was walking out of the city with a bamboo pole and a big bag on his shoulder, looked sideways at the passers-by on the street.

...

Not long after, in the open area of the Blessed Land security zone, there was a night tour envoy responsible for patrolling. He noticed Fang Zheng, who was running back with big bags and small bags in his hands, his eyes shining brightly.

Under the curious gaze of the night traveller, Fang Zheng knocked and knocked. The bed boards that he had taken down were soon erected in the open space.

Fang Zheng hung a few more sheets of cloth firmly on the board and wrote a few lines on them as flags.

The night excursion made him wonder what was written on the flag.

But when he saw it clearly, the muscles in the corner of his eye twitched. Where's the knife, where's my knife, where's my 40 meter knife...

What kind of bear kid is this? He's so naughty.

Nobody cares about him!

Others came to Blessed Land for cultivation, treasure hunting and materials brushing, but he went to Blessed Land as if he were fooling around!

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