Fang Zheng stood on the side of the boat, looking at the lineman who had been dragged into the bottom of the lake by countless white shadows of unjust souls, he regained his thoughts, and did not think about this matter for a while, but began to think about what was going on in this deep lake in front of him?

Gray fog.

Horrors are sealed under the water.

Fang Zheng's first thought was to walk in the yin world, and then to think of the dragon head lake that turned into a man-eating lake at night.

Just as he was thinking, an evil wind rushed behind him, and a figure, like a black whirlwind, flew towards Fang Zheng, interrupting Fang Zheng's thinking.

It was the old woman paddling.

Originally, the old woman, who had been paddling all the time, was indifferent to Fangzheng's boarding and then to the battle behind, as if she had turned a deaf ear.

But I don't know why I turned around at this time, it was a pounce rope that dropped pieces of rotten flesh, ugly maggots burrowed in the hollow eye sockets, and then raised their claws to grab the flesh on Fang Zheng's back.

"Get out!"

Fang Zheng seemed to have long eyes on his back, and he could see the movement of his back, and with a slap, he directly slapped the rotten old woman behind him into the bottom of the lake and sank.

At this moment, the hull of the ship shook slightly, as if something had been hit under the bottom of the ship.

Fang Zheng turned around and looked.

It turned out that the ship had reached the shore and touched the stone.

Whoa, whoa, whoa......

There were cold waves coming, wet shoes, Fang Zheng looked down, and the boat standing under his feet was clearly a tattered wooden boat stranded on the shore.

The wooden boat was so rotten that it was impossible to see its original color, and the boat was filled with black silt from the river.

There was also a white skeleton in the boat, half buried in the mud.

Look at the figure of the white bones, isn't it the old woman who paddled before?

It had been a long time since the man died, and even half of his bones had been buried in the mud and sand.

Fang Zheng quickly figured out the current thoughts, it should have been a long time ago, the boat capsized or sank, the people on board were drowned, and then turned into ghosts to ferry and harm people, just like those unjust souls under the lake, trying to find a replacement for the dead ghosts.

It shouldn't have anything to do with the lineman.

The connector and him are both substitutes for the dead who are targeted by this old woman.

Fang Zheng knew the horror of the things in the lake, so he didn't delay in the boat any longer, stepped on the water, and hurried ashore.

In the next second, he activated the true qi in his body, and the true qi circulated up and down his body, and soon evaporated and dried up the water stains all over his body, until this time, he finally looked at the scene on the shore.

Perhaps because of the lack of water vapor on the lake, the fog on the shore is much lighter.

It cannot be said that there is no fog at all, but it has become much lighter, and you can see far away, although it is still hazy and blurry in the distance.

Fang Zheng originally wanted to be on the shore to see if he could meet other people who had entered the blessed land with him.

The blessed land was very quiet, exceptionally dead and silent, and there was not even a single grass to be seen on the ground, and there was no real grass.

After about half an hour, Fang Zheng had no choice but to give up the idea of continuing to look for people, because the area of this deep-water lake was too wide, as if it had never reached the end, and no one was encountered on the road.

On the contrary, many stranded wooden boats were found on the shore.

It was all tattered and broken, as if it had been stranded for decades, a century, and the boat was filled with sand from the lake, and there were dead people's bones, some bones, some several. And the style of the clothes on the body is very old, very old-fashioned, it is a style of clothes that Fang Zheng has never seen, and it does not belong to modern times, it should be an ancient Siamese.

Looking at so many stranded ships, Fang Zheng suddenly discovered a detail that had been overlooked.

These boats all have their bows facing outward, facing the deep-water lake, and their sterns facing shore......

Fang Zheng's face immediately turned grim.

"The bow of the ship is outside, the stern is inside, perhaps, these people are not going to go ashore, but fleeing in collective panic? In ancient times, what great horror happened in this blessed land, causing so many ancient people to flee in panic?"

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng's brows furrowed, and a more daring conjecture couldn't help but emerge in his heart.

There are so many souls drowning in vain under the lake.

Perhaps, it was in that great escape, and those who were unfortunately drowned said not necessarily?

......

This is an old temple deep in the mountains.

Ancient, vicissitudes, ancient, such as rising from the silence, is so abrupt, in the deep mountains with a time precipitation of weird, eerie feeling.

Although there is a gray fog floating over the old temple in the deep mountains, the gray fog here is very thin, thinner than the gray fog on the deep water lake and the lakeshore.

The thinning gray fog seemed to indicate that it was a long way from the deep lake.

However, there seemed to be some kind of phantom floating in the gray mist, one, two, three......

Hundreds of phantoms float.

The phantoms were tall and motionless, but due to the limited vision and the distance, it was impossible to see what the phantoms in the gray mist were.

This strange scene, as well as the dead silence and inexplicable depression in the air, all make people vigilant, and those dense numbers of tall phantoms in the gray fog do not seem to be a mascot.

The exception is the old temple in the deep mountains, there is a large area around it that is very safe, and there are no phantoms approaching......

Tell me about it.

The slight and small sound of footsteps came from far and near in the air oppressive and extraordinarily quiet gray fog world. However, because the gray fog blocks the field of vision, it is impossible to see the people who come and the specific number of people, so these slight footsteps are heard in the ears, which seem to be left and right, and some erratic.

Gradually, the footsteps got closer and closer.

A team of slightly embarrassed people broke into the field of vision of the old temple in the mountains.

These people were all Westerners, they were international cultivators, and the leaders were three masters who were equivalent to the Night Wandering Realm, followed by six or seven ordinary cultivators.

Although there are many blessed land passages, these blessed land passages ultimately lead to one place.

That's the weird gray mist blessed land world in front of you.

These people were international invaders who had access to the blessed land through other passages to the blessed land.

But at this moment, these people looked a little embarrassed, as if they had just experienced a big battle, their clothes were messy, and there were blood stains, and these people's faces were still in a panic, but the three masters had a relatively calm look on their faces.

"It's really evil in this ruins, and there are so many ghosts at the bottom of the lake, and those mysterious phantoms in the fog along the way, and we almost didn't die in that lake. The only thing we are thankful for is that we found a safe way and didn't go head-to-head with those mysterious apparitions. The man who spoke had a soft voice, one of the three masters in the team, a bald man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist.

As he spoke, the man's voice suddenly stopped.

"Beast, what's wrong?"

"Look there, if there's a temple there!" the beast said, pointing in the direction of the old temple deep in the mountains, and lowered his voice in surprise.

The old temple deep in the mountains is located on the road they must pass.

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