Fangzheng stood on the side of the boat, looking at the linker who was dragged to the bottom of the lake by countless white shadows. He regained his composure and stopped thinking about it for the time being. Instead, he began to think about what was going on with this deep lake in front of him.
gray fog.
There are terrible things sealed under the water.
Fangzheng's first thought was about the world of shadows, and secondly, he thought about the Longtou Lake, which turns into a lake of people-eating people at night.
Just as Meilu was thinking, there was an evil wind from behind, and a figure, like a black whirlwind, flew towards Fangzheng, interrupting Fangzheng's thinking.
It turned out to be the old woman paddling.
Originally, the old woman had been paddling, and she was indifferent to Fang Zheng's boarding and the subsequent battle, as if she hadn't heard of it.
But for some unknown reason, he turned around again at this moment. It was a rotten face with pieces of carrion falling out, and ugly maggots crawling around in the hollow eye sockets. He raised his claws and grabbed at Fangzheng's back. flesh.
"roll!"
Fang Zheng seemed to have eyes on his back, so he could see what was happening on his back. With a slap, he slapped the rotting old woman behind him into the bottom of the lake and sank.
At this moment, the hull of the boat shook slightly, as if something had hit under the boat.
Fangzheng turned around to take a look.
It turned out that the boat had already landed and hit a rock.
Whoa, whoa, whoa...
There was a wave of icy water, and the shoes were wet. Fangzheng looked down, and there was no boat standing under his feet. It was clearly a dilapidated wooden boat stranded on the shore.
The wooden boat was so rotten that its original color could not be seen, and the boat was filled with black mud from the river.
There was also a half-buried skeleton in the boat.
Looking at the figure of the bones, isn't it the same as the old woman paddling before
People have been dead for a long time, and even the bones are half buried by the sand.
Fangzheng quickly cleared up the thoughts in front of him. It should be a long time ago that this boat capsized or sank, and the people on board were drowned, and then turned into ghosts to ferry people to harm people. Same, want to find a scapegoat.
It should have nothing to do with the linker.
Both the linker and him were scapegoats who were targeted by the old woman at the same time.
Fangzheng was well aware of the horror of the things in the lake, so he didn't delay any longer in the boat, stepped on the water, and hurried to the shore.
In the next second, he circulated the zhenqi in his body, and the zhenqi circulated up and down his body, quickly evaporating the water stains all over his body. Until this time, 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 has lightened a lot.
It cannot be said that there is no fog at all, but it has become much lighter and can be seen far away, although it is still hazy and blurred in the distance.
Fangzheng originally wanted to look around on the shore to see if he could meet other people who entered the blessed land with him.
The blessed land is very quiet, extremely dead, not even a bit of grass can be seen on the ground, and there is no real grass growing.
After half an hour or so, Fangzheng had no choice but to give up the idea of continuing to look for people, probably because the area of the deep-water lake was too wide, it seemed that he could never walk to the end, and he didn't meet anyone on the road.
Instead, many stranded wooden boats were found on the shore.
They are all broken and torn, as if they have been stranded for decades, and for a century, the boats are filled with mud and sand from the lake, and there are also dead bodies.
Some have one skeleton, and some have several skeletons.
Although the clothes on his body were badly rotten, it was vaguely discernible that the clothes were very old and of an ancient style, and they did not belong to modern times. They should be from ancient Siam.
Looking at so many stranded ships, Fangzheng suddenly discovered a detail that had been neglected all along.
These ships are all headed outwards, facing the direction of the deep water lake, and the stern is facing the shore...
"The bow is outside and the stern is inside. Maybe these people are not going ashore, but are fleeing in a collective panic? In ancient times, what terrible thing happened in this blessed land that caused so many ancient people to panic and flee?"
Thinking of this, Fangzheng frowned, and a bolder guess could not help but emerge in his heart.
There are so many innocent souls who drowned in vain at the bottom of the lake.
Perhaps, it was all in that great escape, and the people who were unfortunately drowned may not be sure
…
This is an old temple in the mountains.
Eternal, vicissitudes, ancient, as if rising from the silence, standing alone, so abrupt, like a tombstone, so that it has a strange and eerie feeling in the deep mountains.
Although gray mist floated above the old temple in the deep mountain, the gray fog here was very thin, even thinner than the gray fog on the deep water lake and the lake shore.
This increasingly thinning gray fog seems to indicate that there is a long distance from the deep water lake.
However, there seems to be some phantom floating in the gray mist, one, two, three...
Thousands of phantoms float.
Those phantoms floated motionless, but because of the limited field of vision and the distance, it was impossible to see clearly what those phantoms in the gray fog were.
This weird scene, as well as the dead silence and inexplicable depression in the air, all make people vigilant. Those mysterious phantoms densely packed in the gray fog don't seem to be auspicious objects.
The only exception is the old temple in the deep mountains. There is a large area around it that is safe, and there are no phantoms approaching...
Learn all about it.
Slight and fine footsteps came from far and near in the oppressive and extraordinarily quiet world of gray fog. However, because of the gray fog blocking the vision, it was impossible to see who came and the specific number of people, so these slight footsteps were heard in the ears, appearing to be left and right, a little erratic.
Gradually, the footsteps got closer and closer.
A group of slightly embarrassed people broke into the sight of the old temple in the deep mountain.
These people are all Western faces, and they are international practitioners. The leaders are three masters who are equivalent to night travel, followed by six or seven ordinary practitioners.
Although there are many blessed land passages, these blessed land passages all lead to one place in the end.
That is the blessed world in front of you.
But at this moment, these people looked a little embarrassed, as if they had just experienced a war, their clothes were messy, and there were bloodstains on their bodies. There was still panic on the faces of these people, but the expressions on the faces of the three masters were relatively calm.
"This ruin is really evil. There are so many ghosts at the bottom of the lake, and those mysterious phantoms in the fog along the way. We almost didn't die in that lake. The only fortunate thing is that we found a safe road The way, without having a direct confrontation with those mysterious phantoms." The voice of the person who spoke was very soft, and he was one of the three masters in the team, and he was a strong, bald man.
While speaking, the man's voice suddenly paused.
"Beast, what's wrong?"
"Look there, is there a temple there!" The bald man nicknamed Beast pointed in the direction of the old temple in the deep mountain, and said in a low voice in surprise.
The old temple in the deep mountain is located on the road they must pass through.
(end of this chapter)