At the same time, near the begging stone town at this time, Wan Ji'an, Lu Heng, Tang Long, and many Dao interpreters were encountering the invasion of the ghost clan, and the two sides were in full swing in this place.

Completely different from the real world, people in this world can see ghosts, and although they still can't describe the image of ghosts in human language, they can come to conclusions that are completely different from humans at a glance.

Humans and ghosts are no longer on their own paths, and the battle, while still affected by the environment of the Dead Air, is no longer a one-sided battle.

In the battle, there were casualties among people and ghosts, but the combat strength of both sides was still neat, and the real threat never came, yes, the ghost prophet did not appear, and the ghost clan only relied on a few ghost generals to maintain the situation, but it was obvious that they were about to be unable to resist.

On the human side, there are more than forty people at the same level as Wan Ji'an, under the leadership of this new force, the ghost clan fought and left, some disappeared into the swamp mist, but some disappeared directly out of thin air before they were about to retreat, when Wan Ji'an saw this scene, his brows furrowed deeply.

"Lu Heng, have you seen this kind of dichotomy before?"

Wan Ji'an killed all the way to Lu Heng's side, and asked after helping him get rid of the two ghost clan warriors on the side, Lu Heng was on the rise of killing at this time, and after hearing Wan Ji'an's question, he hesitated a little and quickly asked.

"What, is there something wrong?"

Wan Ji'an recalled the past, in the real world, he had also come to this land to fight against the ghost clan, and under the premise of different paths between humans and ghosts, he had not really seen the death of the ghost clan, but he naturally knew the way the ghost clan people turned into ghost generals by manipulating the consciousness and soul of the dead.

Ghosts will die and will not turn bones into powder, but directly ashes, different races, the energy that the body can carry is also different, human beings rely on heart pacing and breathing to survive, the ghost race may not be such a way of living, even if people will not have a breathing heartbeat after death, but the way that people who rely on the ghost clan to exercise their physical functions will not be equally suitable for human beings, when the carrying of power reaches the limit, the only fate of both the living and the dead is ashing, and there will be no corpses.

But what he saw in front of him obviously subverted Wan Ji'an's past cognition, except for the people of the ghost clan who entered the breath of death and did not know where to go, the remaining part of the ghost generals did not turn into ashes, but disappeared directly.

"Things are not quite right, the city lord mentioned before, this ghost invasion is different from the past, I always have a sense of foreboding. ”

Wan Ji'an's words made Lu Heng calm down at this time, the people living in this world only live by consciousness, and they who have lost their ability to act can only be completely immersed in their own consciousness space, relying on the purest thought communication to contact with other consciousness bodies.

Human body behavior is the most direct way to express personal thoughts, which is better than language, and through continuous evolution, people can express their thoughts with the simplest physical behavior.

Lu Heng and Tang Long have been in this world for at least six years, and although the six years of exposure cannot fully cover the kind of persistence they were born with in the past, people's adaptability to the environment is also superb, so that they have long been accustomed to communicating with the purest thoughts today.

There will be no barriers to the communication of ideas, but the absence of barriers is not a good thing many times, everyone has their own privacy, and these privacy is largely not used to hide any secrets, but to disguise themselves.

For Lu Heng and Tang Long, who live in the world of consciousness, the first thing they have to learn is to be silent, not only to silence their mouths, but also to silence their thoughts.

Therefore, this has created many times that people in the world of consciousness will stop thinking, and it is almost impossible for people to stop thinking if they are alive, but for people here, it is not surprising that when stopping thinking becomes a survival instinct.

Lu Heng regained consciousness and began to think about all the connections in it, and soon he found what he wanted from his familiar memories.

"Wan Ji'an, do you think there is still a layer of dead filth here that we can't see?"

Lu Heng's conclusion made Wan Ji'an nod slightly, since the two of them thought of a piece, they naturally looked solemn, this kind of thinking is very deadly and dangerous, if what the two of them think is true, then the human Dao interpreters who participated in this battle today are afraid that they will all die or live.

"How?"

At this time, Lu Heng asked with a stern expression, but Wan Ji'an shook his head, he is an outsider, although his strength is super strong, and his adaptability is also super strong, but he is not an almighty god after all, in the real world, even if he is facing the pursuit of the Heavenly Sect, he can sit back and relax, and he has to be careful everywhere when he arrives here.

Seeing Wan Ji'an shaking his head, Lu Heng glanced up at the front at this time, and quickly caught Tang Long's figure, and the next moment an idea arose in his heart, and then asked.

"Does he know?"

Hearing this "he", the gloom on Wan Ji'an's face suddenly disappeared, but he soon seemed to feel that his relaxed mood because of an outsider seemed too deliberate, and then behaved very unnaturally.

Lu Heng pretended not to see it, but he was also relieved at this moment, but just as he was about to rejoin the battle, he heard Wan Ji'an say a word.

"I don't know if Gu Ji knew about it. ”

Hearing this, Lu Heng's brows furrowed again, thinking about how many meanings he had in these words, it should be said that he was a very smart person when he was alive, and it was definitely not easy for a Taoist who could understand the rules of suicide, so he quickly glanced at Wan Ji'an, and saw that the other party nodded at him, and that look signaled that he didn't need to say the next words, so he closed his mouth.

The battle continued, and the ghost clan seemed to be retreating, as several of the human interpreters shouted to boost their morale, a large number of interpreters gradually went deeper into the depths of the dead qi, wanting to completely repel the ghost clan, and at this time, a dull drum beat suddenly came from the scene.

Knock - Knock - Knock -

One after another, as if it was the ritual of worship of a primitive tribe, the sound came into everyone's ears, and just as everyone hesitated, suddenly they saw that the fog that was close at hand began to slowly turn into dark red.

This red color is very light, scattered in the steaming swamp and looks very inconspicuous against the background of the dark green vegetation around it, which is difficult to detect unless you change your perspective, and even less so for the interpreters who are about to get carried away with the joy of killing on the spot.