Fang Zheng pondered.

This woman should have carried this jade pendant artifact before she died.

Then I don't know for what reason, or this jade pendant of the underworld weapon is a bit extraordinary in itself, and it still does not leave after death.

Even because of the cooperation between the underworld weapon and the Yin Spirit, some unexpected changes in ability have occurred.

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

If there is no damage to the artifact, it can exert its abilities normally in the blessed land......

So, next, he will have to be careful of those with dead weapons to blend into the ranks.

Even he, a folk person, can enter the blessed land, but if Fang Zheng doesn't believe it, others don't have any means.

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

It's just that due to the inconvenience of communication in the camp, he has lost contact with Gao Shuhua for a while.

......

Finally solved the woman who was begging for a child in the middle of the night, Fang Zheng came to the site of the collapse of the tunnel, and it took a lot of time to reopen the tunnel.

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

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

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

The boy died by the Dan furnace, and the man had been dead for a while, and his body was covered with gnawing tooth marks, and the body was almost half left.

Fang Zheng sighed lightly.

Unexpectedly, someone died on the first day.

What he feared most eventually happened.

What's more unexpected, in his eyes, Daoist Feng, who looked like a normal person and kindly persuaded him to leave the blessed land, was no different from others, and was driven crazy by the time here, even more completely than others.

What's even more ironic is that during the day, Daochang Feng also asked him to be vigilant and let him beware of people here.

Although Fang Zheng didn't know the identity of the dead on the ground, he still planned to bury him properly, and if everyone was dead, let him be buried in the ground.

As for taking the body out of the city and letting the state bring the boy back to the other party's parents, Fang Zheng finally gave up on the idea.

Now he's in the midst of a city full of ghosts.

Everyone is taking care of themselves.

Bang!

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

Fang Fang's face showed a slight strangeness, and this voice sounded very similar to the voice he had heard in the Medicine King Hall before.

He quickly found the source of the sound, and it was actually in the Dan furnace, and when he opened the Dan furnace, he found that there was only a woman's arm in the Dan furnace.

The surface of the woman's arms was covered with dirt such as wood ash, grass ash, and carbon ash, and it looked dirty.

It seems that the woman's arm has been trapped for a long time, and she has not struggled as much as she imagined, only occasionally moving, as if her fingertips are writing something with her fingers in the Dan furnace, no wonder she only occasionally hears some strange noises.

Fang Zheng pondered and looked surprised, "Then Daoist Feng, could it be that he has been thinking about refining this woman's arm into a Ten Perfect Tonic Pill Pill?"

"This Dan Furnace is Daoist Feng's real alchemy furnace?"

Because Fang Zheng rubbed his fingers and found that there was still a lot of charred black and grass ash in the Dan furnace, it seemed that Feng Daochang had spent a lot of time on that woman's arm.

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng inexplicably had a strange thought: "The reason why the woman who is begging for a child in the middle of the night looks very hungry is that her real purpose is to sense that there is a 'wild ginseng' here?

This conjecture is not impossible.

However, he killed the woman, and he killed Feng Daochang, which was destined to be a fruitless result, and Fang Zheng simply stopped asking for troubles and thinking about it.

What he had to think about now was, what should he do next?

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

If Daoist Feng really hasn't existed for more than one or two hundred years, it can't be that he has no savings, right?

When building this spiritual mountain Taoist temple, if you cut down a tree and carry a stone, you will eventually dig up some strange treasures in the blessed land, right?

Thinking about it like this, Fangzheng's eyes immediately lit up.

......

Following.

Early morning.

The world has just been polished, and the harvest of a night's labor is neatly placed in front of Fangzheng's eyes. It was all Feng Daochang's lifelong collection that he dug three feet into the ground.

First of all, there is a pile of rotten and blackened herbs, or they have withered and died, but alas... Because the ghosts can't be used, they can't be used for cultivation, and in the end they all wither and waste in vain.

The best-preserved is still a few ores.

These ores are all irregularly shaped.

There are also a few dead branches.

A few leaves.

Two small clumps of sticky, crystal-clear spider silk. It should be spider silk, right?, Fang Zheng thought to himself. Two small clumps of spider silk together, less than one or two.

And... The last nut?

Fang Zheng really doubted that Daoist Feng couldn't be a squirrel, right?

If it weren't for squirrels to build their nests, people would collect branches, leaves, spider silk, nuts, roadside stones?

All of the above things are because they know him,

But he didn't know them.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't know, he can run back to the camp to find someone to ask, but one thing is certain, he can't use these heavenly treasures cultivated by aura.

After looking at the sky, Fang Zheng decided to take the morning if he wanted to go out of the city, but before leaving, Fang Zheng happily dismantled a few bed boards and pulled a few sheets.

He sneaked out of the Taoist temple, and after seeing that the people on the road during the day had returned to kindness, calmness, and peace, he closed the door of the Taoist temple, snapped by the way, and pasted a piece of paper.

Private land with vicious dogs.

If there is something to do today, thank you behind closed doors.

Then Fang Zheng was under the frequent sideways glances of passers-by on the street, carrying large bags and small bags, using bamboo as flat burdens, and farts out of the city.

......

Soon after, in the open area of the blessed land safety zone, there was a night ranger in charge of patrolling, and he noticed Fang Zheng, who was carrying a large bag and a small bag, his eyes were shining, and he rushed back in high spirits.

Under the curious gaze of the Night Wanderer, Fang Zheng knocked and knocked, and the few bed boards that he had dismantled were soon erected in the clearing.

Fang Zheng hung a few strips of cloth that were obviously sheets on the wooden board, and then wrote a few lines of font on them, which were regarded as flags.

The night tour makes people curious to see what is written on the flag?

But when I saw it clearly, the muscles at the corners of my eyes twitched, what about the knife, where is my knife, what about my forty-meter knife......

What kind of bear child is this? So unserious.

No one cares about him!!

Others enter the blessed land for cultivation, treasure hunting, and brushing materials, but when he enters the blessed land, it is like messing around!!

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