Faced with Feng Daochang's sudden turn.
Seeing Feng Daochang still holding a sharp mining pick with a cold light in his hand.
Fangzheng had a calm expression on his face.
Not surprised.
No fright either.
He killed Feng Daochang twice in a row, but Fangzheng had been waiting for when Feng Daochang would find him.
"Brother Dao, why did you say that?" Facing Daoist Feng's weird smile at him, Fang Zheng smiled with a relaxed and natural expression.
I can't beat him again.
Kill and kill him.
Resisting and not being able to resist him.
In Taoist temples, it is said that every day should not work, and that the earth and the earth should not work.
Why is he afraid of this lunatic Daoist in front of him
"When I died twice and returned to the Taoist temple from the outside twice, and met my junior brother in the Taoist temple, I already guessed that my junior brother must have killed me twice in a row." After Feng Daochang finished speaking, bang, he dropped Pickaxe in hand.
Unexpectedly, Feng Daochang voluntarily gave up resistance.
"Junior brother, can you tell me what happened to me at night?"
Fang Zheng looked at Feng Daochang in front of him and frowned.
I wondered what the hell Daoist Feng was doing
Didn't seem to go crazy during the day, and seemed to maintain a very clear mind
"Brother Dao, are you... not crazy now?" Fang Zheng hesitated and asked for confirmation.
"It seems... the hesitation on my junior brother's face has already told me that I will go crazy every night... Sure enough, the people here can't escape this curse in the end..." Feng Daochang said momentarily with a sense of loss.
Only then did Fangzheng become convinced that Daoist Feng in front of him should not be the one who would go crazy every night.
Because the sad expression on a person's face does not match the current state of mind, it's not something that can be easily faked by pretending.
After a brief exchange, the two of them clarified a few issues with each other.
Daoist Feng knows that every night, he goes to the Hall of the Medicine King to make alchemy...
At the same time, Fangzheng also knew why Feng Daochang was digging a tunnel.
the reason is simple.
You go home and find that your house has been demolished for no reason, and the box has been rummaged through. In this world, there is no police responsible for catching thieves. What will you do
Check the house first, is the thief still there
Then tidy up, tidy up the house again, right
At that time, Daoist Feng was doing just that. He checked all the Taoist temples but couldn't find the culprit who demolished his Taoist temple, so he started to refill and repair the tunnels. Only then did Fangzheng come back later.
When talking about who demolished his Taoist temple, Daoist Feng kept watching Fang Zheng deeply, deeply, deeply, and Fang Zheng pretended not to see it.
As for the origin of the nuts.
It's a pity that there are not many clues. Feng Daochang only mentioned that it happened a long time ago. He accidentally picked it when he was cutting down a pine tree while repairing a dilapidated Taoist temple.
"Actually, the treasures of heaven, material and earth in the blessed land have long lost their original attraction to us. You can't cultivate in cultivation, and you can't take alchemy by yourself. Maybe the treasures of heaven, materials and earth in the blessed land are invaluable treasures to you, but they are invaluable to those of us who have fallen. For the dead in the blessed land, they are just a pile of useless stones and weeds on the side of the road. Occasionally, they come to collect some unique treasures for interest. But more often, it is the collection of spiritual grass and elixir that rots and withers. Throw it out the door like garbage."
Feng Daochang continued: "As for the woman's arm, I have an impression of this arm. Because, the woman's hand suddenly fell from the sky into the Lingshan Taoist Temple during the daytime."
"The arm that was swallowed by the blessed land suddenly fell from the sky. Junior brother should be able to imagine the scene at that time, right?"
Seeing Fangzheng nodding his head and talking about his arm, Daoist Feng showed a strange look on his face, and asked, "Did you notice that that hand has been writing, as if it is conveying something to the outside world?"
Finally talking about the big clue!
Fangzheng looked straight, and hurriedly asked, "Dao brother, have you discovered anything?"
"Brother Daoist, I have been observing that hand for the past two days, but that hand has no eyes, so the written words look like a mess, like graffiti. See what that hand is trying to tell me."
Feng Daochang: "A place, or people of your age, seem to prefer to call it by coordinates."
A look of surprise appeared in Fangzheng's heart, coordinates
Next, according to Feng Daochang, it has not been a few days since the opening of the blessed land, and Fangzheng has just arrived in this ghost city not long ago, so he still doesn't fully understand this ghost city.
But Daochang Feng was just the opposite. He was already very familiar with every plant and tree here because he had been trapped here for too long. Therefore, as soon as he saw the chaotic characters written by that hand on the ground, he recognized it as a place name at first sight.
"Brother Dao, why does this city exist, and what is in this city?"
"Brother, have you heard a word?"
"What?"
"It's dark, don't go out."
…
into the night.
The moonlight shone into the city, and the city at night was very dark, depressing, and peaceful.
Tang Gaomin, Xu Jian and others were awakened students who sneaked out when the patrol officers in the safety zone were not paying attention.
This is like in every school, there will always be a few students who are disobedient, always playing truant, playing games in the Internet cafe next to the school all day, it is rare and normal.
In fact, this time when the blessed land opened, the awakened people like them who were recruited by the government had been told early on that for the sake of personal safety, they could only stay in the outer safe area, absorb strong spiritual energy, and strive for opportunities to break through.
Unless it is possible to break through to the realm of night traveler in this opportunity.
Only the night traveler has enough power to protect himself, explore deep into the blessed land, and look for greater opportunities to break through his cultivation.
However, the lack of strength and vain attempts to go deep into the blessed land will only lead to death in vain.
But obviously.
The few people in front of me are the most restless and thorny students. They "play truant" when others are not paying attention.
For young people who play too many games, there is actually a very serious sequelae, that is, they all want to open up wasteland dungeons, and they dream that there will be innumerable benefits after opening up wasteland.
But I forgot the most essential point, the reality is not playing games, you can be resurrected if you die while playing games.
And if you die here, you won't have a second chance to start over.
At this time, because they forgot to leave the city in time during the day, they found themselves lost in the city of Nuoda when it was dark.
The few people at this time, faced with the ghosts in the whole city disappearing inexplicably at night, leaving only their empty, eerie street, the more they walked, the more flustered they became.
They have already complained all the way, and at this moment, they no longer have the strength to complain to each other, and just want to get out of this ghost place as soon as possible.
As they walked, suddenly, they heard some unusual movements.
(end of this chapter)