Boom!!

With a sound of coffin, the world in front of Fang Zheng's eyes fell into claustrophobic darkness with no fingers in sight.

There was only him and a handful of hair from the dead man in the coffin.

Mr. Fu was not there.

The protagonist of this yin walk is him, and this coffin was originally specially prepared for him.

Fang Zheng always thought that there would be a strange smell in the coffin that was robbed by Butcher Zhang and lay down by the tomb guard.

For example, body odor.

Or dandruff or something.

But on the contrary, there is a faint fragrance, like the fragrance of the sister paper.

All in all, it smells good.

As for sleeping with the hair of a dead man, Fang Zheng didn't feel much of it.

There are no ghosts and gods in the heart, and there is no fear of ghosts and gods.

The ghost who died in his hands was not eight thousand, but eighty, and he was no longer the young chick he was three months ago.

Speaking of which, he had a faint expectation that if there were really ghosts, he could also take the opportunity to harvest a wave of soul energy.

......

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

In the darkness, the sound of paddling came to Fangzheng's ears.

Then he felt his body begin to jolt and undulate, he opened his eyes, and sure enough, he had appeared in the dense mist of the dead spirit world.

Surrounded by a forever black and white tone, it seems to imply that this space is lifeless, giving people a feeling of being depressed and breathless when walking alone in the mass grave at night, cold and eerie.

At this time, he was standing in a small boat, drifting with the current, his body swaying from side to side... There was a man in the bow of the boat, and it was Mr. Fu.

And the sound of paddling I heard before was that Mr. Fu was holding the helm.

At the same time, a soul-attracting lamp lit with green candlelight led the way ahead in front of the boat, and the dense fog along the way collapsed at the touch of light.

Very eerie scene.

Fang Zheng had already experienced these scenes four times, and he did not make a sound along the way, silently watching everything around him, as well as Mr. Fu who was holding the helm.

This time, the reason why Mr. Fu walked with him was because this time he was different, and it was not a simple matter of directly entering the spiritual world of the deceased in Li Surabaya.

If you want to find out the truth,

Where did people die?

It's going to be traced somewhere.

That's where you get closest to the truth.

The disappeared Yellow River Ancient Village is in the northern province, spanning thousands of miles in the middle, and he, a half-hung amateur passer, has not yet had the ability to walk out of the city alone.

According to Mr. Fuku, he acted alone, and it was estimated that he would die halfway through to the point that there was not even a bone left.

It implies that this spiritual world of the deceased is not as calm and silent as he imagined in the past, and there are very dangerous things lurking in this spiritual world of the deceased.

Fang Zheng silently stared at the surroundings with only boring black and white tones, and was not disturbed by all kinds of strange sounds from the outside world.

As the dense fog in front of him was dispelled little by little by the soul-attracting lamp, it was not long before Fang Zheng saw the Tongjiang Bridge, a landmark building in the city.

According to the past, it should be time to dock at this time and land on the empty city.

However!

This time it's different!

Mr. Fu was silent, silent all the way, and continued to hold the boat forward, getting closer and closer to the Tongjiang Bridge......

Tongjiang Bridge was left behind......

Fang Zheng's eyes were straight, and his face was a little serious.

After crossing the Tongjiang Bridge, it was a strange world that he had never been out of before, and he began to look curiously at the strange world around him.

Fang Zheng couldn't help but think of what Mr. Fu said to him before he left the yin.

"Only when you die, there is the spiritual world of the dead, and you can think of it as a huge canopy of branches and leaves. ”

"In this canopy, every branch and every leaf is the spiritual world of the deceased after the withering of life, there are thousands, there are billions, some of the spiritual worlds are strong in obsession, and some are weak, just like the sand and gravel of the Yellow Spring are billions and billions, and the bones buried under the Yellow Spring are not only the three thousand worlds that Buddhism said. ”

"This time, we walked through the canopy of trees to the ancient village of the Yellow River in the northern province, where the deceased Li Sishui was located. ”

......

The ship is still moving.

The Soul Lamp is still showing the way.

All the way was calm, and there was no strange experience as Fang Zheng imagined.

However, those strange sounds, as well as the strange black shadows in the river under his feet, have never disappeared, but Fang Zheng has long been accustomed to these, so it is not a strange experience.

"Huh?"

Fang Zheng's heart was suddenly slightly startled, after leaving the city, in the thick fog, through a distance, the surroundings were invisible, but suddenly, a huge city appeared in front of him again.

Because of the distance, Fang Zheng couldn't see the scene in the city, but the quiet city seemed to indicate that this was an empty city like the city.

If, according to Mr. Fu, the spiritual world of the deceased is made up of the deceased, then the empty city in front of them means that they have entered the territory of another deceased.

"It's getting more and more like Inception. ”

Fang Mian muttered in his heart with a strange face.

But then, how did Fang Zheng look at it, how did he feel that the city in front of him was familiar, and within a few seconds, he was surprised from the bottom of his heart.

"Isn't this the city he just visited the other day?"

Fang Zheng thought about it, it hadn't been a few minutes since he and Mr. Fu left the city, right?

Even if there were four or five minutes, Fang Zheng felt very hanging.

It was unthinkable that they had already left the realm of the city so quickly, and they really couldn't bring the concept of real time into the special world after this person's death.

In the next few minutes, Fang Zheng encountered several empty cities in the spirit world of the deceased one after another, without exception, they were all weird black and white, all weird quiet, and all weird empty cities.

Just when Fang Zheng thought that they were going to calmly go out of the provincial border as they are now, until they arrived at the Yellow River Valley calmly, in the face of the impenetrable dense fog, Fang Zheng was a little boring, and there was a change in front of him.

It was an old monk who was actually building a temple on the shore of a bone-covered shore with a hand on his shoulder.

The temple is built by the old monk alone, and it is almost completed at this moment, and the main building has begun to take shape, with the majesty of the Buddhist temple, and the treasure is solemn.

Even the plaque has been hung.

Lingyin Temple.

？？

"Lingyin Temple?!"

Fang Zheng was surprised at first, and then felt that his scalp was numb and exploded, could it be the Lingyin Temple in the provincial capital?

Can Founder not be surprised?

It's only been a few minutes, and I'm about to get out of the province, and in reality, I haven't been so fast in flying machines.

The old monk, who was building a temple on the shore of the white bones, also noticed the boat that Mr. Fang Zheng and Mr. Fu were on.

The old monk glanced at the green leather lantern on the bow of the boat, and then Mr. Chaofu folded his hands and sang a Buddha horn softly, not disturbing the peace of the deceased.

Fade into the mist.