There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 463: Private land with bad dogs inside

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Founder is thinking.

This woman should have carried this jade pendant during her lifetime.

Then I don’t know for what reason, or this jade pendant of the underworld, it’s a bit extraordinary in itself, it still stays alive after death.

Even because of the coordination of the Hades and Hades, some unexpected changes in abilities have occurred.

This is all Founder's guess, but it also enables Founder to verify another guess.

The undamaged weapon can function normally in the blessed land...

So, next, he will have to be careful of those with dark weapons and get into the team.

Even folks like him can enter the blessed land, but Fangzheng doesn't believe it. Others have no means.

Just like Gao Shu's painting, Fang Zheng knew that this eldest daughter of the Gao family who painted the skin was also in the blessed land at this moment.

It's just that because of the inconvenience of contact in the camp, he and Gao Shuhua have lost contact for some time.

……

Finally solved the problem of the woman who was asking for a child in the middle of the night, and Fang Zheng came to the collapsed site of the tunnel. It took quite a while before the tunnel was reopened.

The tunnel is not too deep, and Fang Zheng, holding a spare flashlight, quickly explored it to the end.

Then Fang was in the tunnel and found a male corpse lying in a pool of blood. The male corpse was still very young, and his face still had the immaturity and greenness of a high school student.

There is also a pill furnace in the tunnel, but this pill furnace is slightly smaller than the one in the Medicine King Hall outside, only about one person tall.

The boy died next to the pill furnace. The person had been dead for a while. The surface of the body was covered with chewing teeth marks, and the body was almost half of it.

Fang Zheng sighed lightly.

Unexpectedly, someone died on the first day.

The thing he worries the most, eventually happened.

Even more unexpectedly, in his eyes, the only person who looked like a normal person, Feng Daochang, who kindly persuaded him to leave the blessed land, was no different from other people. He was driven crazy by the time here, even more crazy than others. More thorough.

More ironically, Feng Daochang also asked him to be wary of the people during the day, and asked him to beware of the people here.

Although Fang Zheng didn't know the identity of the dead on the ground, he still planned to bury him well. If everyone is dead, let him go into the soil for safety.

As for taking the corpse out of the city and asking the country to take the boy back to the other's parents, Fang Zheng finally gave up the idea.

Now he is among the ghosts in the city.

Everyone is overwhelmed.

Boom!

Suddenly, a strange sound interrupted Fang Zheng's thoughts.

Fang's front face was a little strange, and this voice sounded very similar to the voice he had heard in the Palace of Medicine King before.

He quickly found the source of the sound, which was actually in the Nadan furnace. When he opened the furnace, he found that there was only a woman's arm in the furnace.

The surface of the woman's arm was stained with wood ash, grass ash, carbon ash and other dirt, looking dirty.

It seems that the woman’s arm has been trapped for quite a while, she didn’t struggle as much as she imagined, she just moved occasionally. It seemed that her fingertips seemed to be writing something with her fingers in a pill furnace. No wonder she only heard occasionally. To some abnormal noise.

Fang Zheng wondered and looked surprised: "Then Daochang Feng, shouldn't he always think about making this woman's arm a Shiquan Dabu pill?"

"This alchemy furnace is the real alchemy furnace of Daochang Feng?"

Because Fang Zheng rubbed his fingers, he found that there was still a lot of charred black and grass ash in the pill furnace. It seemed that Feng Daochang was spending his thoughts on that woman's arm.

Thinking about this, Fang Zheng came up with a weird thought inexplicably: "The woman who was begging for a child in the middle of the night showed a hungry look. Isn't it her real purpose, to sense that there is'wild ginseng' here?" It just happened to hit the muzzle by the way?"

This conjecture is not impossible.

However, he killed the woman, and Feng Daochang also killed him. This is destined to be a fruitless result, and Fang Zheng simply no longer wants to worry about it.

What he has to consider now is, what should he plan next?

But obviously, the living woman's arm found this time gave Fang Zheng some inspiration.

If Daochang Feng has really existed for less than two hundred years, it's impossible to save money?

When building this Lingshan Taoist Temple, cutting a tree and carrying a stone will eventually dig some strange treasures in the blessed land, right? For example, spiritual herbs and special minerals that are important to practitioners.

Thinking about this, Fang Zheng immediately brightened his eyes.

……

The next day.

Early morning.

The world has just been polished, and Fang Zheng neatly laid out the harvest of a night’s work in front of him. It was Feng Daochang who dug up three feet of the ground and collected it all his life.

First of all, a bunch of herbs that were rotten to black or withered and necrotic. It's a pity...Because ghosts are not used, they can't be used for spiritual practice, and they are all withered and wasted in the end.

The best preserved is a few ores.

These ores are irregular in shape.

There are still a few dead branches.

A few leaves.

Two small clusters of sticky, crystal-like spider silk. It should be spider silk, right? Founder thought. Adding two small clusters of spider silk together is less than one or two weights.

And... the last nut?

Fang Zheng really doubted that Dao Feng was from the squirrel, right?

If squirrels are not building nests, would people collect branches? Leaves? Spider silk? nut? Roadside stones?

The above things, they all know him,

But he doesn't recognize them.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't know him, he can run back to the camp to ask someone to ask, but he is sure that he can't use the treasures cultivated by these auras.

Looking at the sky, Fang Zheng decided to leave the city as early as possible, but before leaving, Fang Zheng had a cheerful expression on his face to tear down a few bedspreads and a few sheets.

He sneaked out of the Taoist temple. After seeing the people on the road during the day, he had recovered to be kind, calm, and peaceful. He closed the door of the Taoist temple, slapped it, and pasted a piece of paper.

Private heavy land, there are bad dogs inside.

I have something to do today, thank you behind closed doors.

Then Fang Zheng was constantly watching the passers-by on the street, carrying large bags and small poles with bamboo poles, and slammed out of Fangzheng in the city.

……

Shortly after, in the open area of ​​the Fudi safety zone, a night tourman who was in charge of patrolling noticed Fang Zheng, who was carrying a large bag with his eyes shining straight, and running back excitedly.

Just under the curious gaze of the night tour operator, Fang Zheng banged and beat, and the several bed boards that had been removed by him were quickly erected in the open space.

Fangzheng hung a few cloths that were obviously sheets on the wooden boards firmly, and wrote a few lines of fonts on them, which were regarded as flag banners.

The night tour made a curious probe to see what was written on the flag banner?

But when I saw it clearly, the muscles in the corners of my eyes twitched. What about the knife, what about my knife, what about my forty-meter big knife...

Which bear kid is this? So rude.

No one cares about him! !

Others enter the blessed land for spiritual practice, hunting treasures, and cleaning materials, but he is just like a mess! !