There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 670: Shipwreck

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Fangzheng stood on the side of the ship, looking at the Link Master who was dragged into the bottom of the lake by countless unjust souls, he regained his thoughts, and did not think about it for the time being, but began to think about how the deep-water lake in front of him had returned. thing?

Gray fog.

There are horrible things banned under the water.

Fang Zheng first thought of the world of yin, and secondly, he thought of the Longtou Lake that became a cannibalistic lake at night.

As the eyebrows were thinking, there was a bad wind behind him, and a figure, like a black whirlwind, flew towards Fang Zheng, interrupting Fang Zheng's thinking.

It was the old woman paddling.

The old woman, who had been paddling, was indifferent to Fang Zheng's boarding and the battle afterwards, as if she hadn't heard of it.

But I don’t know why I turned around again at this time. It was a rotten face with ugly worms burrowing through the hollow eye sockets, and it was a rotten face with a thump drop Founder's back flesh and blood.

"Get out!"

Fangzheng has eyes like his back, and he can see the movement of his back. With a slap, he slaps the rotting old woman behind him into the bottom of the lake and sinks.

At this moment, the hull shook slightly, as if it had hit something under the boat.

Founder turned around and took a look.

It turned out that the ship had reached the shore and hit a rock.

Wow, wow, wow...

There was a cold wave hitting, and his shoes were wet. Fang Zheng looked down and saw that what stood under his feet was still a boat. It was clearly a rotten wooden boat stranded on the shore.

The wooden boat was so rotten that the original color was not visible, and the boat was filled with black silt in the river.

There is also a bone half buried in mud in the boat.

Look at that white-bone figure, isn't it the same as the old woman paddling before?

It's been a long time since people died, and even the bones were half buried in the sand.

Fang Zheng quickly cleared his mind. It should be that the boat overturned or sank a long time ago, and the people on the boat were drowned, and then turned into ghosts to ferry harm people, just like those under the lake. Like the vain soul, I want to find a replacement for the dead.

Should have nothing to do with the linker.

The Linkmaster and him are both dead ghosts who were targeted by this old woman at the same time.

Fang Zheng knew the horror of things in this lake, so he didn't have to delay in the boat any more, stepped on the water, and hurried to the shore.

The next second, he circulates the zhenqi inside his body, which circulates up and down his body, and quickly evaporates the water stains all over his body. Until this time, he finally looks at the scene on the shore.

Perhaps because of the lack of water vapor on the lake, the fog on the shore is much lighter.

It can not be said that there is no fog at all, but it has become much lighter, and you can see far away, although it is still hazy and fuzzy in the distance.

Fang Zheng originally wanted to be on the shore to see if he could meet other people who entered the blessed land with him.

The blessed land is very quiet, exceptionally silent, not even a single turf on the ground can be seen, and there is no real grass growing.

For about half an hour, Fang Zheng had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​continuing to find people, probably because the area of ​​this deep-water lake was too large, as if it had never reached the end, and there was no one on the road.

Instead, many stranded wooden boats were found on the shore.

They were all tattered and rotten, as if they had been stranded for decades. For a century, the boat was filled with mud and sand in the lake, and there were also dead human bones.

Some have one bone, and some have several bones.

Although the clothes on the body are badly decomposed, it can be vaguely distinguished that these clothes are very old and ancient, and they are not of modern times. They should be ancient Siamese.

Looking at so many stranded ships, Fang Zheng suddenly found a detail that had been ignored.

All of these ships have their bows facing outwards, towards the deep water lake, and their sterns facing the shore...

"The bow is outside and the stern is inside. Maybe these people are not going ashore, but fleeing in a collective panic? In ancient times, what terrible thing happened in this blessed land, which caused so many ancient people to panic. Fleeing?"

Thinking about this, Fang Zheng frowned, and a bolder conjecture emerged in his mind.

There are so many vain souls drowning under the lake.

Perhaps, they were all in that great escape, and those who were unfortunately drowned said not necessarily?

……

This is an old temple deep in the mountains.

Long time, vicissitudes of life, old, like rising from the silence, standing alone, so abrupt, like a tombstone, that it feels weird and gloomy in the mountains.

Although there is a gray mist floating above the deep mountain old temple, the gray mist here is very thin, even thinner than the gray mist on the deep-water lake and the lakeshore.

The thinner and thinner gray fog seems to indicate that there is a long distance from the deep lake.

However, there seems to be some phantom floating in the gray fog, one, two, three...

Thousands of phantoms float.

Those phantoms floated motionless, but because of the limited vision and the long distance, it was impossible to see exactly what the phantoms in the gray mist were.

This weird scene, as well as the dead silence and inexplicable depression in the air, all make people wary. The densely densely packed mysterious phantoms in the gray fog do not seem to be auspicious things.

The only exception is the old temple in the deep mountains. There is a large area around it that is very safe, and there are no shadows close to it...

Surprisingly.

Slight and fine footsteps ran from far to near in a world of depressed air and a particularly quiet gray mist. However, because of the gray fog obstructing the vision, it is impossible to see the people and the specific number of people clearly, so these slight footsteps sounded in the ears, and it seemed to be erratic and erratic.

Gradually, the sound of footsteps got closer and closer.

A group of slightly embarrassed people broke into the view of the old temple in the deep mountains.

These people are all Western faces and are international practitioners. The leaders are three masters equivalent to the night tour, 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 me.

But at this moment these people look a little embarrassed, like they have just gone through a big battle, their clothes are messy, and there are blood stains. The faces of these people are still in a panic, but the faces of the three masters are relatively comparable. Calm.

"This ruin is really evil, there are so many ghosts in the bottom of the lake, and the mysterious shadows in the fog along the way. We almost didn't die in that lake. The only good thing is that we found it A safe road, no direct confrontation with those mysterious phantoms." The voice of the speaker was very soft, and he was one of the three masters in the team. It was a strong bald man.

Just as he spoke, the man's voice suddenly stopped.

"Beast, what's wrong?"

"Look there, is there a temple there!" The bald man nicknamed Beast, pointing his finger towards the old temple in the deep mountain, said in a low voice in surprise.

The deep mountain old temple is located on the road they must pass.