Here Lies The Wicked

The water rippled.

Pinghu rippled.

In the thick fog, the little wooden boat was still moving forward unhurriedly.

Dragon head lake covers a large area. The area of the water alone is over a thousand mu. In addition to the high mountains and high clouds, during the day, there is a wonderful view of "Will be the top of ice and stone, to see the blue water and blue sky."

But at night, all that remained was the misty lake.

It was like a huge graveyard for the dead.

Fang Zheng looked around the world in surprise and wondered where the ship would take him.

It was getting farther and farther away from the lakeside. Under the thick fog, the visibility was very low. There was no end in front, no place in back, and a vast expanse of white.

"It's getting more and more mysterious." Fang Zheng muttered in his heart.

There was a dead spirit on the body of the corpse man, blinding the ghost shadow under the lake, and the journey was peaceful. The others were not disturbed by the devil's voice and sat down quietly. It seemed that everyone had a tacit understanding of the rules and did not make a sound. About twenty minutes later, Fang Zheng could clearly feel the speed of the wooden boat descending slowly.

The hull of the ship was slowly becoming lighter as the ripples shook... Until the little wooden boat slowly came ashore.

Thud, the bow of the boat collided with the hard soil and finally stopped completely.

At this moment, the three boaters stood up separately, did not exchange a word with each other, and went straight up to the lakeside.

Fang Zheng followed him ashore, carefully disguising himself.

When the man went ashore and his feet felt a sense of down-to-earth, Fang Zheng began to silently assess the surrounding environment.

The surroundings were still white and foggy, invisible, but this seemed to be a cave waterway, because Fang Zheng could clearly hear the echo of the waves.

"Cave?"

When Fang Zheng got ashore, he planned to follow the three mysterious men and then act as he pleased.

But just as he took a curious look at the surroundings, within a few seconds, the three of them plunged into the white fog and lost all traces.

Fang Zheng had no choice but to follow the perimeter of the cave and figure out how wide the cave was, so that he might be lucky enough to meet someone else in the meantime.

Fang Zheng walked a distance, still surrounded by a vast expanse of white, low visibility. Fang Zheng began to explore the cave bit by bit, stopping and leaving marks on the ground from time to time to prevent him from getting lost.

This cave is very big, it seems to be a long corridor, surrounded by hard rock, this cave seems to be a mountain cave?

Just as Fang Zheng was still exploring the world before him, a green light appeared in the mist ahead, like a wisp of ghostly fire burning in the quiet world.

Fang Zheng's eyes lit up, and he quickly held his breath. His movements were even more subtle and careful. He fell to the ground and quietly hid.

As they approached, Fang Zheng heard footsteps.

But soon the sound of footsteps faded away.

But the ghostly green light was still there and remained unmoved.

Fang Zheng moved more carefully and carefully, completely holding back his breath. A few minutes later, when Fang Zheng finally saw what the so-called green awn was, his face was first surprised, then frowned.

There was a slight chill in his eyes.

A small boat, a boatman... Wearing a brown demoiselle coat and a bamboo hat, a green lantern hung at the bow.

In the green lantern, there was a white candle dancing in the flames, but it was not an ordinary orange color, but a slender burning green ghost fire. From a distance, it was thought to be a small green snake wriggling in the air.

There was a strange atmosphere.

In particular, this candle emitted a stench of corpses...

Clatter... Clatter... From time to time, the water from the lake splashed on the boat, making a gentle sound of the waves. The boat gently undulated with the waves, but it never moved an inch away from its original position, which was a little strange.

The boatman in the demoiselle coat was a middle-aged strong man with thick eyebrows and square face.

His face was covered in a thick layer of white powder, like a pale, dead face that had turned white from the surface of the water.

All of a sudden, the pale boatman's gloomy face, which flickered under the blue light, looked up at the shore, which was only covered in white mist.

"Ferry to the underworld, rich ghost to push the mill." The white-faced boatman said in a sullen voice, his skin still.

However, there was clearly no one on the shore.

But just then, as the words fell, the calm white fog on the shore suddenly twisted and rolled, seemingly driven by the airflow, and then a black figure gradually came clear from the fog, approaching the boat.

As he approached, the figure of the man gradually became clear.

Uniform, tactical helmet, boots... This outfit, which was completely out of line, looked like a big villain "Armed" in hollywood from head to toe.

Fang Zheng slapped the ticket in the air and said, "I have money."

At the same time, Fang Zheng was about to board the ship, but his foot had just landed on the bow when it suddenly seemed to be lifted away like an electric shock.

Fang Zheng exclaimed, "Hey, why is there a coin under my feet?"

"Boatman, did you drop this coin on the boat, or did I drop it myself?"

Fang Zheng raised his foot in surprise. On the plank under his feet, a piece of hades coin was suddenly falling. Lying there quietly on his back, the white-faced boatman flashed with greed for a moment and said in a deep voice, "I dropped it."

The white-faced boatman rushed to the bow with greedy eyes and bent down to pick it up, afraid that Fang Zheng would pick it up one step later.

Just as the white-faced boatman bent down to pick up the money, suddenly!

Without warning, a man's head was cut off by a knife, but not a drop of blood was spilled. It was an empty human skin.

Everything was too sudden. Wood Burning Broadsword Techniques, fierce fast knives, ten or twenty knives in an instant, cut out as if they were chopping stars and moons. The whole sky was filled with the qi of the Flame knife, which devoured the headless boatman on the spot. The air was boiling hot and the temperature was extremely hot.

Bang!

Human Skin Boatman was ground on the spot and burned to ashes like a sheet of paper.

Money makes the world go round.

These ghosts are too greedy.

After Fang Zheng picked up the four pieces of hades on the ground, he chopped the boat and the spirit guiding lamp with two knives and hurriedly left the place.

About ten minutes later...

Fang Zheng, who was exploring the unknown cave world, once again saw a green light beating in the white fog ahead.

"Hey, why is there a note under my feet? Did you drop the money on the boat or did I drop it myself?"

The same thing happened again.

Grey air + 1.

When Fang Zheng left the lake in a hurry, only fragments of the wooden boat and half of the sinking ship were left.

Not long after...

"Why is there a piece of money here? Did you drop it on the boat or did I drop it myself?"

When Fang Zheng searched to the end and found no one else, he returned to where the corpse man was, and he had already saved up three runes.

Eight Yin de qian.

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