Here Lies The Wicked

Chapter 118: To save the dead, to stand vigil for the living

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This is a world dominated by black and white.

As far as the eye can see, there is only a thick fog, and you can't see your fingers.

The surroundings are very quiet, so quiet that the air is a bit cold, there seems to be a very soft voice, infinitely amplifying people's trembling and fear, vaguely like the weird laughter of a child...

It seems to be the sharp and violent voice of a child...

But when you listen carefully, it seems to be the angry shouting from a child...

The body swayed slightly, and there was a small boat under his feet, which was slowly drifting forward with the current. As soon as he realized it, Fangzheng tensed his body, and immediately looked around vigilantly.

This is the second time he has been in the dark, the first time he followed Mr. Fu and Butcher Zhang, and he was just a spectator, but this time he became the leader.

When he pushed open the weird door, this misty world appeared in front of his eyes, and a lone boat drifting without an owner was under his feet.

This is cheating? Save the dead, watch the night for the living!

Seeing that there was no danger around him, Fangzheng relaxed his tense body a little bit, and then felt a little excited. He never thought that the first time he had to escape independently, it would be so smooth and successful.

Feeling the flow of the boat under your feet, maybe this is the so-called...Spiritual Consciousness Sea

Regarding the strange scene in front of him, Fangzheng did not panic because of his first experience, but calmly thought about it.

It's just that this is a dead sea of spiritual consciousness, only black and white like a cemetery, lifeless.

Fangzheng held his breath and concentrated. He always kept one sentence in mind and didn't make random noises, so as not to disturb some strange existences.

At this time, a soul-inducing lamp on the bow of the boat was burning with a faint green light, faintly guiding to the deeper layer of the sea of consciousness.

But at this moment, the jade medallion that Fangzheng wore around his neck radiated glistening light, protecting Fangzheng from being discovered by the world of the dead.

This made Fang Zheng think of a word, transparent person.

Everything in front of him was so familiar, Fangzheng remembered his experience of borrowing the dark road in Longtou Lake.

Also Ghost Lake.

He is also a corpse hunter who is full of lifelessness.

Because the dead breath of the corpse-hunters covers up the breath of the living, a boat of people can safely cross the lake in the ghost lake without being discovered by the ghosts under the ghost lake.

"Could it be that Longtou Lake was built in imitation of the spiritual world of the dead that Zuo Yin saw?" Fang Zheng suddenly had a bold guess.

If this is the case, it would be a little strange.

To reappear in the world of the underworld, using Feng Shui or terrain and other mysterious methods, the way of walking in the shadows in the spiritual world of the dead? This kind of majestic and weird big handwriting is definitely beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Fangzheng shook his head, clearing away distracting thoughts. Now is not the time to think about these things, but he is still in the world of the dead.

Fangzheng didn't pay attention to the voices of the children around him. These were Shen Wenle's memories during his lifetime. As long as he didn't pay attention to these memories and didn't disturb them, everything would be fine.

Fangzheng followed the guidance of the soul-inducing lamp, and the boat swayed gently from side to side, slowly moving forward in the world of mist.

Everything is calm.

In addition to the world of mist, there is a world of black and white.

Like the tombstone of a dead person, lifeless; like the skin of a dead person, cold and cool, although the process was a bit weird, and there were strange sounds from time to time, Fangzheng landed smoothly in the end.

After landing, Fangzheng showed a strange look on his face.

Like last time, they landed near the Tongjiang Bridge in Zhou City again... This Tongjiang Bridge is just like the Naihe Bridge connecting the two worlds on the Netherworld, and all the strange things start around here.

Fangzheng put aside these messy thoughts, the city in front of him was also black and white, lifeless and lifeless.

And there is only an empty shell of the city, without the prosperity and vitality of the city. The street was empty without a single pedestrian, without a single bus or private car.

In a supermarket with its doors wide open, the shelves are filled with a wide variety of products, but there are no shop assistants or customers.

Hoo, hoo.

The air conditioner is running at high power, looking through the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows into the hair salon. Although the air conditioner is on, there is no one there.

Several small trolleys were quietly parked behind several seats, and there were several bottles of hair dye, plastic gloves, curling irons and other tools on one small trolley. It seemed that a famous customer came to the store to dye their hair;

There is a hair perm machine next to a small trolley, and this customer should come to the store to get a perm;

A small trolley has electric clippers, a hair dryer, a comb, a scissors bag, etc., and the seat is adjusted very high. It should be that some parents come to the store to wash their hair and at the same time bring their children to have a haircut.

But at this moment, these seats are all empty and empty.

Eerie empty store.

Fang Zheng held the Soul Lamp in his hand, and walked in Zhou City, passing many familiar buildings in Zhou City, without seeing a single person.

This is simply an empty city.

It's just an empty shell...but no flesh and blood.

Fangzheng looked thoughtfully at the soul lamp in his hand, all the trajectories he walked were guided by the soul lamp.

This is a very strange experience, and Fang Zheng is very interested.

Walking alone in the huge empty ghost town was really a bit shabby. After walking for about four hours, Fangzheng finally came to the gate of a school according to the guidance of the soul lamp.

Sixth Middle School.

Fangzheng was startled when he saw the words on the school gate.

"interesting."

Han Peng, the missing student who carried the nightmare body, was hiding in the middle school

Fangzheng continued to follow the guidance of the soul-guiding lamp, and began to walk into the No. 6 Middle School.

It is better to say that it is Shen Wenle's resentment that guides Fang Zheng's direction, rather than the guidance of the Soul Lamp.

Shen Wenle's sudden death should undoubtedly have been caused by a scarecrow. Therefore, his resentment and resentment guided Fangzheng to Han Peng's hiding place in the external reality through the spiritual world of the deceased.

Pat, clack.

In the entire empty uninhabited middle school, there was only the sound of Fang Zheng's footsteps. It was empty, quiet, and eerie. Not long after, Fang Zheng's figure appeared on the playground and walked towards a building next to the playground.

"Just hiding in the playground of No. 6 Middle School?"

"It's such an obvious location, but why didn't the people from the Special Operations Department find Han Peng?"

Logically speaking, the No. 6 Middle School has long been the focus of attention. It is estimated that even a fly flying in cannot escape the surveillance of the Special Operations Department.

Don't say that the most dangerous place is the safest, it's all TV dramas deliberately weakening the logic in order to force the plot.

With doubts and bewilderment, Fangzheng couldn't help but lighten his steps, and approached the building silently.

"Um?"

"Sports equipment room?"

At this moment, the door was ajar, and the voices of two children could be faintly heard from the sports equipment room.

"It's still Han Peng, you have a way, think of grabbing Lan Lan's snacks, and using girls' snacks to seduce the wild cat that just gave birth to a kitten."

Fangzheng was taken aback, was it Shen Wenle's voice

"After completing this last step, you should be able to successfully create the set of cards you mentioned, Shen Wenle, right?"

Immediately afterwards, the childish voice of a second junior high school student came from the sports equipment room. It seemed to be Han Peng that Shen Wenle was talking about

The missing person Fang Zheng was looking for!

That nightmare carrier!

(end of this chapter)