They continued to move forward along the river, only about a hundred miles away from the source of the Yongjiang River, and more and more strange things happened.
Qin Mu saw bright lights in front of him, shining in the darkness. There was a village there, and the lights were very eye-catching in the darkness.
An old man in the village was pasting paper and making paper boats. After the paper boats were tied up, they flew out of the village and docked by the river. Wet men and women boarded the boats in the river, and then the paper boats floated to the center of the river. The thick fog filled the air, and the paper boat disappeared into the thick fog.
"That's bad luck."
The village head whispered: "Appear at night to extradite those who died in the river. Don't disturb them."
"Bad?"
Qin Mu was curious, and looked at the old man a few more times. The old man's face was blurred, and it seemed that he could not see his face through a layer of veil.
The old man in the village seemed to be aware of it, looked up at him, Qin Mu was terrified, he felt his soul was shaken, as if he was about to fly out of his body. But at this moment, a resounding voice of Buddha came from between his brows, and the imprint of Tathagata planted by Master Ma on his brows shone brightly, blocking the old man's gaze.
"The living stop." The old man lowered his head and continued to paste the paper boat, and a faint voice came.
The village chief said cautiously: "Mu'er, don't interfere with the world after death."
"The world after death?"
Qin Mu was startled, and said: "We are clearly in the Great Ruins, this is not the world after death, why did the village chief say that..."
"There are many strange places in the Great Ruins, connecting multiple worlds, and that small village is where the world after death borders the real world."
The village head said: "Not only does Daxu have such a place, in fact, there are similar places outside Daxu. If you go out of Daxu and see such old people in such a village, don't ask them. As long as you don't provoke them, they won't They will interfere in the real world. But they know a lot, so you can ask them for directions. Brother Dao, how dare you ask me how to get to Wuyou Township?"
The old man in the village raised a finger and pointed into the darkness: "You can't go to the real Wuyou Township..."
The village chief thanked them, and they continued on their way. After traveling for an unknown distance, the jade pendant on Qin Mu's chest suddenly floated up, pointing forward.
Qin Mu's heart moved slightly: "Village chief!"
The village chief nodded slightly when he saw this scene. Qin Mu took off the jade pendant, hesitated for a moment, and let go.
The jade pendant floated up and flew forward. The village head immediately took Qin Mu to follow the jade pendant, and the jade pendant was flying faster and faster, cutting through the darkness like a meteor.
Qin Mu and the village head hurried to catch up, and suddenly there was a whistling sound, like the sound of a small ball falling into the lake, and the jade pendant hit an invisible membrane wall, sending out ripples in the air.
In front of Qin Mu and the village chief, there seemed to be a strange world unfolding slowly with the ripples. In front of them was a vast world shrouded in gray mist. Towering mountains, vast and vast, were hidden deep in the darkness and overlapped with the darkness, but But not darkness.
"Sure enough, there is another world in the darkness!"
The village head took him to catch up, Qin Mu reached out and grabbed the jade pendant, unable to suppress the excitement in his heart: "Is this the Wuyou Township? Will my parents be here?"
In his hand, the jade pendant was still dancing, as if it was going to fly to where the master was.
Qin Mu hung the jade pendant on his chest, let the jade pendant lead the way, and walked forward. The village chief quickly stood in front of him and said calmly, "Mu'er, we have already arrived here, don't worry, take it step by step. Here Very quirky...”
Qin Mu calmed down and walked forward. The mountains here are beautiful, but they are a bit blurred by the gray fog. Is this really the town of worry-free
Didn't that errand mean that they couldn't reach Wuyou Township
There was a haze of gray mist ahead, and the mountains were looming. Suddenly, there was a crisp crackling sound under Qin Mu's feet, and a voice said: "You hurt me..."
Qin Mu was taken aback, and quickly looked down, only to see a withered palm pulled out from the bottom of his foot, and then a skeleton sticking out its head from the mist, "looking" at him with empty eye sockets.
"people!"
The skeleton screamed, and the shrill voice echoed in this gray and misty world, which was very ear-piercing.
Qin Mu hurriedly took a step back, and there was another click under his feet. Then he saw that there were countless dead bones on the ground. I don't know how many bones have accumulated, piled together, and how deep they are!
The nine heavens in his pupils swirled, and he looked at the mountains in the gray mist, and couldn't help shivering several times.
Those mountains in the mist were actually built of countless bones, and these dead bones were piled up into mountain peaks one after another, hidden in the mist!
Qin Mu was horrified, the bones on the ground stood up one by one, and the skeletons stood staggeringly in the gray mist, only to hear various distorted voices echoing in the mist: "People? Where are people?"
"No one has appeared here for a long time! Who can break in here?"
"They have meat, we don't have meat, take their meat—"
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The village chief frowned and looked into the distance. The mountains in the distance were also trembling. Then the mountains stood up, like a monster made of countless white bones, and walked towards this side. As those bone mountains were walking, countless skeletons ran over happily, dancing and dancing, and climbed up the mountain, making these bone giants bigger and bigger.
Some bones still carry the power of gods and demons, obviously the bones of gods and demons!
The noisy voices of the skeletons are noisy and chaotic, and I don't know how many voices are screaming to eat the people who break into this place.
"Where did so many dead bones come from?"
The village chief couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Several small skeletons, only three feet tall, ran over quickly from the gray mist, hugged Qin Mu's leg and bit them. Qin Mu crushed the skeletons one by one, but more The skeleton came rushing wildly, like the waves of the sea, very scary!
The village head overflowed with vitality, turning into sword lights, but there are too many skeletons here, even he has some headaches, especially those god bones and devil bones, I am afraid it will be more difficult to deal with.
But at this moment, Qin Mu's brows were filled with light, and a phantom of a giant Buddha emerged, sitting behind them, and countless skeletons screamed and fled in all directions.
Many skeletons gathered together while running and turned into running giants one by one. Some giants were tripped and fell to the ground and turned into countless skeletons and ran away. After running, they gathered together again and turned into giant skeletons.
Qin Mu heaved a sigh of relief, the phantom image of the giant Buddha left between his eyebrows by Master Ma did have a miraculous effect on these strange skeletons, and could make them dare not get close.
The Skull Mountain in the distance also paused, watching from afar, seeing the giant Buddha behind Qin Mu not daring to approach.
The gray mist rippled gently like waves, and the fog between the skull mountains made it look like a sea of fog. Suddenly, there was a light coming. Qin Mu stared at it and was slightly startled. He saw a small boat coming from two skeletons. Floating between the mountains.
The bark floated on the mist, and at the prow of the bark hung a lantern, without sail, from a solitary mast, and gave off a faint glow.
At the back of the boat, a boatman wearing a tattered coir raincoat was standing there rowing the oars, wearing a bamboo hat, and there was another person sitting there under the lantern, also wearing a bamboo hat, and his face could not be seen clearly.
The boat quickly swung in front of them, and the man under the lantern stood up, turned around, bowed to the boatman, and took out a gold coin.
The boatman reached out to take the gold coin, and Qin Mu immediately saw that the boatman's palm didn't have any flesh and blood!
Under the bamboo hat and in the coir raincoat, there is actually a skeleton!
Skeleton boating!
The man under the lantern got off the boat, saw Qin Mu and the village chief, was slightly startled, bowed to salute, and said in an old voice, "Brother Dao."
Qin Mu and the village head bowed to return the salute: "Brother Daoist."
The man pressed down the bamboo hat and walked outside.
The village chief suddenly said: "Brother Dao, stay a while."
The man stops.
The village head asked, "Brother Dao, do you have any money left?"
The man said with a hoarse voice, "You didn't bring any money, so you want ghosts to turn the mill?"
The village chief smiled and said, "So I want to borrow some from Brother Dao."
A laugh came from under the bamboo hat: "Old Sword God, I haven't seen you for a long time. There are very few people left in your time and mine. It is fate to meet here. Anyway, I will give you a few Fengdu coins." .”
He stretched out his palm, and a few gold coins floated in his palm.
The village chief's face was solemn, his vitality manifested, his arms and legs grew, and he slowly stretched out his palm, grabbing the gold coin in his hand.
The palms of the two touched, and their figures shook.
The man under the bamboo hat retracted his arms, turned around and walked away, sighing: "You are old, but you are still better than me. Fortunately, I am a few years younger than you, so I can live longer than you."
The village chief watched him go, and said: "You are stronger than before, but you may not live as long as me."
"Hard to say."
The person under the bamboo hat jumped and disappeared. The village head opened his palm, and four gold coins fell into Qin Mu's hands. Immediately, his arms, legs and feet with his vitality gradually dimmed, and he said, "Mu'er, let's board the boat."
Feeling apprehensive, Qin Mu boarded the boat. The village chief also floated up, leaning on the mast, the boatman at the back of the boat turned the bow, the boat was leisurely and stable, and sailed into the mist deep in the Skull Mountain.