A woman with a somewhat blurred face, because her long draped hair that fell to her chest, blocked Chu Feng's view, making Chu Feng unable to see her face.

But her figure is still visible, very long, but it looks a little thin.

Her arms were dead and limp, clinging to her somewhat old dress.

The moment he saw those hands, Chu Feng recognized them, they were the hands that had been on his shoulders.

Isn't it a hallucination?

Chu Feng thought in horror, could it be that what he saw just now was all true?

Chu Feng looked around in fear, but found that at that moment, all the dead things knelt on the ground facing the ancient well, and bowed in unison, as if it was an ancient ritual to honor their ancestors.

The woman slowly raised her dead gray arm, pointed it lightly at Chu Feng, and then turned sideways slightly, and then pointed her arm in another direction - that direction was the direction Chu Feng came from.

Chu Feng's eyes widened, and he couldn't understand this action at all, but when he looked at the figure floating on the ancient well again, the ancient well was already empty.

Hallucination?

Or is it not a hallucination?

Chu Feng couldn't tell the difference anymore, he wanted to take another look at those dead things, but those dead things were all the same as before, continuing to fight, not kneeling down, nor bowing.

Chu Feng was stunned for a long time, only to feel that bursts of coolness kept hitting his heart.

He remembered the ghost stories he had told when he was a kid in the countryside listening to old people sitting idle.

Are there really ghosts in this world?

At that time, the young Chu Feng was very afraid and curious.

But after practicing, Chu Feng finally knew that the so-called ghost was actually a projection of the image of the ghost clan in the minds of human beings.

However, as a monk, I am also used to seeing the projection of the spirit and the reproduction of fragments of divine consciousness, so I look down on things like ghosts a lot.

However, it is called the underworld...... In legends, the underworld was originally the world of the dead, so could the ghosts who were considered by Chu Feng to be the ghosts of the ghost clan actually refer to the dead in the underworld?

Chu Feng thought with some panic, he didn't know why he was so panicked, he hadn't been so panicked for many years, even when facing the threat of death, he had never felt such panic - because this was completely an existence that he couldn't imagine.

Chu Feng tried his best to adjust his breathing, calming his emotions, wanting to make himself calmer, only by calming down could he better deal with this matter.

Chu Feng pursed his lips, and then he kept taking deep breaths to adjust his mind, and his thoughts finally gradually returned to calm.

Then he thought carefully for a while, and decided that what he had just seen, if not an illusion, should probably be a residual spiritual imprint.

Either way, it shouldn't be a physical existence.

Although he thought so, Chu Feng still decided to stay away from that ancient well, and before joining up with everyone, he must not act rashly.

Chu Feng turned around and continued to walk in the direction he had chosen, throwing the ancient well behind him.

When Chu Feng gradually moved away, the rope of the ancient well swayed slowly, and even the wheels made a tooth-aching sound, and all the dead things knelt on the ground facing the ancient well again, kowtowing non-stop.

In the deepest part of the ancient well, there was no well water, only a thin, old-dressed woman, her head hanging low, her long hair scattered over her chest, and a pair of dead gray hands with bare arms hanging limply against her body.

The woman swayed slowly along with the rope, and drop after drop of blood dripped down her lowered face and fell into the deepest part of the ancient well.

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Chu Feng never stopped after leaving the ancient well, and soon left the ancient well behind.

Chu Feng was still shuttling between dead things, even if these weak dead things coveted the smell on Chu Feng's body, they didn't have the courage to get close to Chu Feng after all, so even if they were shuttling between dead things, Chu Feng was very safe.

Chu Feng's greatest pain was that he had no destination or direction, and all he could do was to walk with his head down.

After all, this action to enter the underworld was too hasty, especially for him, who was extremely ill-prepared, and had no understanding of the underworld at all, thinking that people with heavenly court and underworld could be lazy by themselves, but they never expected that they would be scattered with each other.

If only I hadn't thought about being lazy at the time.

Chu Feng staggered across the wilderness, passing through the forest of dead things one after another, as if he were a scavenger, tirelessly advancing.

When Chu Feng passed through the group of eleven dead things again, the sky brightened up in an instant, and there was no gradient in light and shade and hue.

Chu Feng narrowed his eyes and looked at the sky, his expression a little grim.

He had been measuring the time this night, and the length of this night was equivalent to the length of more than four days and nights in the Six Realms - if the night and day of the underworld appeared, then a day in the underworld would be equivalent to nine or ten days in the Six Realms.

Chu Feng knew a lot of anomalies in time loss, but it was the first time he had seen time loss distorted to this extent - was this one of the consequences of the great war back then?

Chu Feng frowned and looked farther away, the colors of the sky were very complex, like a disrupted drawing board, all kinds of colors were mixed together, dyed with different levels of texture, and it was magnificent.

And at this moment of dawn, those dead things that had been moving also lay on the ground one by one, scattered into a skeleton, and the soul fire in the eyes was gradually extinguished, and then they lay motionless, not even the slightest breath could be felt, as if they were really some dead things that had completely died.

Chu Feng couldn't help frowning slightly, because the disappearance of the breath of these dead things was really too strange, compared to normal monks, dead things had no thoughts, so the disappearance of the breath of these dead things could not be due to their own restraint of their dead qi.

Chu Feng squatted down and slowly cut off the body of a dead thing that had just fallen, and then the soul fire in the dead thing's eyes lit up suddenly, and it jumped up, snatched its bones from Chu Feng's hand, and quickly moved away from Chu Feng, and then scattered the bones on the ground, and the soul fire was extinguished.

These...... Decedent...... Is it playing dead?

This......

Chu Feng's expression was a little sluggish.

At most, dead things are just a little obsession to preserve life, and they rely more on instinct, and one or two dead things may pretend to be dead...... But so many dead things are playing dead en masse......

This was so abnormal, with Chu Feng's knowledge, he couldn't understand everything he saw at all.

As soon as he thought of this, the expression on Chu Feng's face was a little solemn, as solemn as the sky before the summer rainstorm.

This is only a corner of the underworld that Chu Feng has seen, and just this corner makes Chu Feng feel the unpredictability of the underworld world.

There are too many secrets in this ancient land, which may be buried by the years along with this barren land, or may gradually be blown away by the wind and the floating sand will reveal its true face.

But which one Chu Feng will encounter, no one can say.

Chu Feng could only let go of the little boring curiosity in his heart now, and continued to move forward, looking for people.

Chu Feng walked alone, and before the night fell again, he once again walked a distance that was so long that he didn't even want to look back.

When night came, Chu Feng was in the midst of a fallen skeleton.

And Chu Feng finally completely determined the time passage of the underworld this time, the day and night should be the same length, the time is equivalent to about five and a half days in the six realms, and one day and night in the underworld is about eleven or twelve days in the six realms.

And when night fell, these dead things also awoke, and the soul fire in their eyes gradually ignited, from the size of a pea, little by little, burning vigorously, wisps of black dead air wrapped around their bodies, and then they stood up, and began to repeat the compulsory lessons of each night to each other, or wander around, or fight each other.

Chu Feng didn't leave this night, he had been silently guarding this piece of dead things.

He sat among the walking dead things and read a book, and from time to time he looked up to see what was going on with them, but there was nothing to praise except the commonplace.

The moment the night faded, Chu Feng stood up, and at the same time, the dead things that had been walking around Chu Feng all night fell silent again.

Chu Feng patiently counted the dead objects in this area one by one.

Three hundred and ninety-two.

When Chu Feng was waiting for the night to fall yesterday, he also patiently counted all the dead things, which were three hundred and ninety-two.

Chu Feng saw several dead objects dismembered by their companions last night, and the soul fire and death qi were all devoured cleanly, they should have died again—but this time they should have died completely.

But when they died, the number of bones was not right.

There was no change in the number of dead bones that should have decreased.

Chu Feng could be sure that there were no other dead things approaching here.

Chu Feng was silent for a long time, and then he began to move on.

With yesterday's experience, Chu Feng accurately estimated the time of nightfall this time, so he went a little farther than yesterday.

This night, Chu Feng still spent time with a group of dead things, and Chu Feng still read books silently and thought silently.

He needed to precipitate enough strength within two years, and then break through the barrier of the ninth order, and he must enter the ninth order before the fragment of the law given to him by Nangong Yun faded.

Chu Feng wanted to take the future into his own hands as much as possible, so he thought about every question very seriously and as profoundly as possible.

Chu Feng was thinking about the problem, and he didn't forget to pay attention to the changes in the environment.

He has been keeping an eye on the changes in the number of dead objects.

He had counted before nightfall, and this time there were two hundred and sixty-three dead.

When night fell, he sensed the breath of dead objects, which were also two hundred and sixty-three.

Over time, the number of dead objects decreases.

When Chu Feng estimated that the dawn was almost coming, there were only one hundred and twenty-two dead things left.

All but one hundred and twenty-two dead things had been devoured by their companions in the night.

Chu Feng was silent, perceiving with his divine thoughts, watching with his eyes, waiting for the dawn to come.

The fading of the night was only for a moment, and Chu Feng was not able to capture what moment it was, and a light appeared in the sky.

But when Chu Feng noticed it, those dead things were already scattered all over the ground.

There were still two hundred and sixty-three corpses, scattered completely on the ground, and those that should have been swallowed and occupied by their companions still appeared on the ground.

Chu Feng frowned, and only raised his head for a long time, looked at the sky, and then looked at the earth.

The number of bones remained unchanged.

Even if it is the twilight of life, but what happened is what happened, and there is no reason why the bones that should have been dismantled would be regrouped together, pieced together into complete bones, waiting for the next nightfall.

Chu Feng's expression became more and more confused, but he quickly thought of a possibility.

The fight between these dead creatures...... It's also fake, those things that look like they've been devoured are just faking their deaths like daylight.

Therefore, the time that these dead things have existed is clearly amazing, but most of them are still not deeply cultivated.

They are such performances...... What is it for?

So many dead things are doing the same thing, isn't it...... Is someone manipulating them?

This endless conjecture made Chu Feng more and more tired, and he decided to stop thinking about these boring things, and began to concentrate on reading books and concentrating on moving forward.

Keep going until you meet the next living person.