Fangzheng thought about it.
This woman should have carried this jade pendant during her lifetime.
Then for some unknown reason, or this jade pendant, which is a bit extraordinary in itself, still stays with her after death.
Even because of the cooperation between the ghost weapon and the ghost, some unexpected ability changes occurred.
This was all Fang Zheng's guess, but it also made Fang Zheng verify another conjecture.
An undamaged underworld device can function normally in the blessed land...
So, next, he will be careful about those people with ghost weapons and mix into the team.
Even he, a commoner, can enter the blessed land. Fang Zheng doesn't believe it, and others have no means.
Just like Gao Shuhua, Fangzheng knew that the daughter of Huapi Gao's family was also in the blessed land at the moment.
It's just because of inconvenient communication in the camp, he has lost contact with Gao Shuhua for some time.
…
After finally solving the woman who was begging for a child in the middle of the night, Fangzheng came to the site where the tunnel collapsed, and it took a lot of time to get through the tunnel again.
The tunnel wasn't too deep, and Fang Zheng, holding a spare flashlight, quickly explored to the end.
Then Fang Zheng found a male corpse lying in a pool of blood in the tunnel. This male corpse was still very young, with the immaturity and greenness of a high school student on his face.
There is also a pill stove in the tunnel, but this pill stove is slightly smaller than the pill stove in the Yaowang Palace outside, only about one person tall.
The boy died beside the alchemy stove. He had been dead for quite a while, the surface of his body was covered with tooth marks from gnawing, and almost half of the body was left.
Fang Zheng sighed lightly.
Unexpectedly, someone died on the first day.
What he was most worried about finally happened.
What's more, in his eyes, Feng Daochang, the only one who looked like a normal person and kindly persuaded him to leave the blessed land, was no different from the others. They were all driven crazy by the time here, even more thoroughly than others.
What's even more ironic is that during the day, Taoist Feng told him to be wary of people's hearts and to beware of the people here.
Although Fangzheng didn't know the identity of the deceased on the ground, he still planned to bury him well. Everyone is dead, so let him be buried in peace.
As for taking the corpse out of the city and letting the country take the boy back to the parents of the other party, Fang Zheng finally gave up on this idea.
Now he is in a city full of ghosts.
Everyone is overwhelmed.
boom!
Suddenly, a strange noise interrupted Fang Zheng's thoughts.
Fang Zheng looked a little strange, the voice sounded very similar to the voice he heard in the Yaowang Palace before.
He quickly found the source of the sound, and it was actually in the pill furnace. When he opened the pill furnace, he found that there was only a woman's arm in the pill furnace.
The surface of the woman's arm was covered with dirt such as wood ash, grass ash, and carbon ash, making it look dirty.
It seems that the woman's arm has been trapped for quite some time, and there is no violent struggle as imagined, only occasionally moving, it seems that the fingertips seem to be writing something with their fingers in the alchemy furnace, no wonder there are only occasional strange sounds. ring.
Fangzheng thought about it with surprise in his eyes: "Then Daoist Feng, could it be that he has always thought about refining this woman's arm into a Shiquan Dabu pill?"
"This alchemy furnace is Daoist Feng's real alchemy furnace?"
Because Fangzheng rubbed his fingers, he found that there was still a lot of scorched black and grass ash in the pill furnace. It seemed that Daoist Feng had spent a lot of time on that woman's arm.
Thinking of this, Fang Zheng inexplicably came up with a strange idea: "The reason why the woman who begged for a child in the middle of the night showed a very hungry look, could it be that her real purpose was to sense the 'wild ginseng' here? I just happened to Hit the muzzle?"
This conjecture is not impossible.
However, the woman killed himself, and Feng Daochang killed him too. This is destined to be a fruitless result. Fangzheng simply stopped looking for troubles and thinking about it.
What he has to consider now is, what should he do next
But obviously, the living woman's arm found this time gave Fang Zheng some inspiration.
If Feng Daochang really has existed for more than one or two hundred years, it is impossible to have no savings, right
When building this Lingshan Taoist temple, if you cut a tree and carry a stone, you will find some rare treasures in the blessed land, right? For example, spiritual herbs and medicines, special ores that are important to practitioners.
Thinking of this, Fangzheng's eyes lit up immediately.
…
the next day.
early morning.
The world had just been polished, and Fangzheng laid out the harvest of a night's labor neatly in front of him. It was he who dug three feet into the ground, and Feng Daochang kept what he dug out for his whole life.
The first is a pile of rotten black, or withered and necrotic herbs. It's a pity... because the ghosts can't be used, they can't be used for cultivation, and they are all wasted in vain in the end.
The best preserved ones are still a few ores.
These ores are irregular in shape.
There are also a few dead branches.
A few leaves.
Two small groups of sticky, crystal-clear spider silk. It must be spider silk, right? Fang Zheng thought to himself. The two small balls of spider silk together weigh less than one or two.
And... the last nut
Fangzheng really doubted that Daoist Feng was a squirrel, right
If it wasn't for the squirrels that made their nests, would people collect twigs? Leaves? Spider silk? nut? Curb stones
The above things, all they know him,
But he doesn't know them.
It doesn't matter if they don't know each other, he can go back to the camp to ask someone, but Fang Zheng is sure that he won't need the natural talents and earthly treasures cultivated by these auras.
Taking a look at the sky, Fangzheng decided to go early if he wanted to leave the city, but before leaving, Fangzheng tore down a few bed boards and tore a few sheets with a cheerful face.
He sneaked out of the Taoist temple, and after seeing the people on the road during the day, they all returned to kindness, calm, and peace, he closed the door of the Taoist temple, and pasted a piece of paper with a snap.
Private land with vicious dogs inside.
I have something to do today, thank you behind closed doors.
Then Fang Zheng, under the frequent glances of passers-by on the street, carried big bags and small bags and used bamboo poles as a pole, Fang Zheng, who went out of the city.
…
Not long after, in the open area of the blessed land safety zone, a night tour envoy who was in charge of patrolling, noticed Fang Zheng who was carrying a large bag, his eyes were shining, and he was running back excitedly.
Under the curious eyes of the Night Tour Envoy, Fangzheng tapped for a while, and the bed boards that he removed were quickly erected in the open space.
Fangzheng hung a few pieces of cloth that were obviously bed sheets firmly on the wooden board, and wrote a few lines of characters on it, making it a banner.
The night traveler looked out of curiosity to see what was written on the banner
But when he saw it clearly, the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched. Where is the knife, where is my knife, where is my forty-meter broadsword...
Which brat is this? So unprincipled.
No one cares about him! !
Others entered the Blessed Land to cultivate, collect treasures, and collect materials, but he entered the Blessed Land as if he was messing around! !
(end of this chapter)