Here Lies The Wicked

Fang Zheng stood by the side of the ship and watched Operator being dragged into the bottom of the lake by countless shadows of wronged souls. He straightened his mind and stopped thinking about this for a while, but began to think about what was going on in the deep lake before him.

Fog.

Horrible things were sealed under the water.

Fang Zheng first thought of the underworld, and then of Dragon head lake, which became a man-eating lake at night.

Just as she was thinking, a gust of wind came from behind, and a figure, like a black whirlwind, flew towards Fang Zheng, interrupting Fang Zheng's thoughts.

It was the old lady who was paddling.

The old woman, who had been rowing, was indifferent to Fang Zheng's boarding and the battle behind her, as if she had never heard of it.

But he didn't know why he turned around at this time. It was a rope that dropped pieces of rotting flesh. The ugly maggots burrowed into the hollow eye sockets and then grabbed the flesh from Fang Zheng's back with their claws.

"Get lost!"

Fang Zheng had eyes like his back and could see the movement of his back. He slapped the rotten old lady behind him and flew into the lake and sank.

Just then, the boat swayed slightly, as if it had hit something under the boat.

Fang Zheng turned around and looked.

It turned out that the boat had reached the shore and touched a rock.

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

Fang Zheng looked down and saw that the boat was still standing under his feet. It was clearly a broken wooden boat that was stranded on the shore.

The wooden boat was so rotten that it could not see the original color. The boat was filled with black mud from the river.

There was also a white bone in the boat that was half buried in the mud.

Look at that boneless figure, isn't it the same old lady who used to paddle.

People have been dead for a long time, and even the bones have been buried in half of the sand.

Fang Zheng quickly figured out what was going on in front of him. It must have been a long time ago, when the boat capsized or sank, and the people on the boat were drowned, then turned into ghosts to ferry people to harm them, just like those wronged souls at the bottom of the lake, looking for a scapegoat.

It should have nothing to do with Operator.

Operator and he were both scapegoats targeted by the old lady.

Fang Zheng knew the horror of the lake and did not delay in the boat any longer. He stepped on the water and quickly went ashore.

The next second, he circulated the true qi in his body, which circulated all over his body and soon evaporated to dry all the water stains. Until then, he finally looked at the scene on the shore.

Perhaps because of the lack of water vapor on the lake, the fog on the shore became much lighter.

It could not be said that there was no fog at all, but it became much lighter and could be seen far away, although the distance was still hazy and blurry.

Fang Zheng had wanted to find someone on the shore to see if he could meet anyone else who had entered Blessed Land with him.

Blessed Land was very quiet, especially dead. There was no grass on the ground.

About half an hour later, Fang Zheng had no choice but to give up the idea of continuing to look for someone, because the deepwater lake was so vast that it seemed as if he could not reach the end of the road without touching anyone.

On the contrary, many wooden ships were found stranded on the shore.

They were all broken and rotten, as if they had been stranded for decades, a century, and the boat was filled with mud and sand in the lake. There were also dead bodies, some bones, some bones. And the style of clothes on his body was very old, very ancient, it was a style that Fang Zheng had never seen before, and it did not belong to modern times, it should be the ancient people of Xianluo.

Looking at so many stranded ships, Fang Zheng suddenly discovered a detail that had been ignored.

All of these ships were facing outward, towards the deep water lake, with the stern facing the shore...

Fang Zheng's face immediately turned solemn.

"Outside the bow and inside the stern, perhaps these people are not going ashore, but are fleeing in a panic? In ancient times, what terrible thing happened in Blessed Land, causing so many ancient people to have to flee in a panic?"

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng frowned and a more daring guess came to mind.

There were so many wronged souls drowning at the bottom of the lake.

Perhaps, it was all in that great escape, and the people who were unlucky enough to drown might not be sure?

...

This is a Deep mountain old temple.

A long time ago, vicissitudes, ancient, as if rising from the silence, it was so abrupt, with a strange and gloomy feeling of time settling in the mountains.

Although the fog was floating over Deep mountain old temple, it was thinner than the fog on deep lakes and lakeside.

The thinner and thinner fog seemed to indicate that it was a long way from the deep lake.

However, there seemed to be some phantom floating in the fog, one, two, three...

Hundreds of shadows floated.

The shadows were tall and motionless, but because of the limited vision and the distance between them, it was impossible to see what they were.

This strange scene, as well as the silence and inexplicable oppression in the air, made people vigilant. Those tall and dense shadows in the gray fog seemed not to be a good omen.

The only exception was the Deep mountain old temple, which was surrounded by a large area of land that was safe from the shadows...

Knowing everything.

The light and fine footsteps came from far and near in the gray fog world, where the air was suppressed and it was exceptionally quiet. However, due to the fog blocking the vision, it was impossible to see who was coming and the specific number of people, so these light footsteps were heard in the ears, appearing to be left and right, a little erratic.

Gradually, the footsteps got closer and closer.

A slightly embarrassed group of people broke into the sight of Deep mountain old temple.

These people were all westerners, international cultivators, and the leaders were three masters equivalent to a night tour, followed by six or seven ordinary cultivators.

Although there are many in Blessed passage, these Blessed passage eventually lead to one place.

That was the strange, foggy world of Blessed Land.

These people were international invaders who were able to enter Blessed Land through other Blessed passage.

But at this moment, these people looked a little embarrassed, as if they had just been through a war, their clothes were messy, and there was blood on their bodies. These people still had an unsettled panic on their faces, but the faces of the three masters were relatively calm.

This ruins is really an evil gate. There are so many ghosts at the bottom of the lake and those mysterious shadows in the mist along the way. We almost died in that lake. The only good thing is that we found a safe way to fight the mysterious shadows. The speaker's voice was very soft. He was one of the three masters in the team. He was a bald man with a big back and a big waist.

As he spoke, the man's voice suddenly stopped.

"Beast, what's wrong?"

"Look over there. Is there a temple there?" The beast pointed in the direction of Deep mountain old temple and said in a low voice in surprise.

Then Deep mountain old temple was on their way.

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