"Fenglan, the death of Xiaoyou, I will ask Amida for clarification."

Ma Mengqi said with tears in her eyes.

"Perhaps, what you have to do is to muster up the courage to cut off your own head and enshrine it in front of Sun You's spirit tablet. Someone will naturally take care of the rest. ”

Feng Lan packed up his equipment and said coldly.

He beckoned everyone to come forward and arrange for their hands-on exploration.

First of all, I politely ask for everyone's opinions, and hope that those who have courage and ability will go first.

Whoever solves the problem is given the credit.

Others have already seen it.

Fenglan's murderous intent is extremely heavy now, his emotions are changeable, and in this mysterious and unpredictable space, no one is better than Fenglan.

Obvious moldy head, who is stupid enough to step on it.

After Fenglan arranged the answers, he performed a snowflake step and fell into the mud and sand waterfall.

The feet are like stepping on a silk net, and every time it descends, the silk net breaks a layer.

The surroundings were filled with a mysterious gas, and the hissing sound was made by the windy clothes.

Feng Lan approached little by little what looked like a glove but not a glove, like a rag and not a rag, reached out and grabbed it, and took out a light yellow holster from the mud and sand.

Fenglan was stunned, and silently took out a nine-bullet revolver, and the gun was put into the set, which was just right.

It's simply tailor-made and seamless.

A pale golden light slowly shimmered on the holster, obscuring the gold of the revolver and the pale yellow color of the holster.

Pale golden light, like the afterglow of the sun and the moon, lingered in Fenglan's right hand, flowing between his fingers.

Feng Lan could see that the dragon claws inlaid on the entire right arm were changing from white to pale gold.

After a while, there was a crispy itching sensation on my chest, an itchy feeling of shedding dead skin when the wound was about to heal, which was very uncomfortable, and I wanted to pick it with my hands.

Soon, Fenglan felt hunger and thirst, and a hot spark splattered in his throat, igniting the blood all over his body.

The dragon claw of the right arm, which is constantly changing, keeps tearing the right shoulder blade, and is about to break free from a certain bondage.

Feng Lan tried to calm down, silently took out a purple spirit crystal, stuffed it into the palm of his right hand, and pressed it tightly with the holster.

A trace of strange coldness drilled into the palm of the hand, spreading freely along the meridians of the human body.

Fenglan suddenly felt that his right arm burst 'swollen', as if there was a torrent with no way to go, and then the wind and snow flowed, like a big river changing the canal to drain the stream, pouring thousands of miles.

The strange coldness spread all over the body, the hunger and thirst caused by the high temperature slowly dissipated, and the dragon claw attached to the right arm slowly stabilized.

Feng Lan was quite pleased, and the wind and snow were not interrupted, and he slowly leaned over, wanting to dig the position of the holster.

Unexpectedly, I was dizzy and dark.

He felt a brief moment of light before his eyes.

However, when he came to his senses, he found that the light in front of him was a dense stream of colored light spreading and intertwining in the darkness.

How can human eyesight see clear rays of light?

Feng Lan twisted himself, it hurt, and subconsciously checked the things on his body.

What is certain is that the revolver was still held in the right hand.

However, the rest of his equipment was gone.

Feng Lan, who has already experienced, does not panic and looks around cautiously.

He found himself standing on a large red wooden chair with a thick gray rope loop suspended above his head, and beyond that it was pitch black.

The mysterious thing is that there is only a foot square in front of the eyes, and the lines of light crisscross and illuminate the surrounding space of about fifty centimeters.

Fenglan slowly inserted the holstered revolver into the light.

Suddenly, the colors on the light became coarse, red, blue, purple, and silver, intertwined and spread in all directions.

It's like a snake's nest.

The group of snakes that hibernated in the dark space-time, after absorbing the energy, woke up one by one, and grew up while revealing their true bodies hidden in the darkness. At the thickest junction, other snakes in the darkness will be invited, and the snakes will dance into the galaxy.

Fenglan thought it was good-looking, but his vigilance was full, and his urgency and uneasiness occasionally appeared, and he didn't know where to put his left hand.

It's just that he really doesn't feel any danger, but a rare sense of safety and comfort.

It was a homely feeling.

He enjoyed it and went with the flow.

Time is slipping away little by little.

At a certain point in time, in the dark space, two strange points of light flickered.

This familiar spot of light...... Vertical pupils.

Feng Lan woke up suddenly, and called softly: "Stupid! ”

Hiss~, a snake's hiss, and a strange point of light flashed and disappeared.

Stupid, it is the little flower snake with pimples on its body in the world of Taiming Continent.

Fenglan was surprised and delighted, and chased after him.

With a slight movement of his right hand, the light spreading out in front of him swayed like a web of intertwined light, and a dark ripple faded at the end of the intertwined light.

At a quick glance, he saw a hand at the end of one of the rays.

His legs went limp, and he slipped off the big red wooden chair, and the moment his butt touched the wooden chair, he was restrained by the force coming from the back of the chair, and he sat on the big red wooden chair.

After a short while, the colored light dissipated, and the surrounding area became a dim normal space.

In front of him, corpses posed in strange poses and scattered all over the ground.

Some of them wept bitterly.

Some seem to pray with their backs to the sky.

Some were half-kneeling, facing the darkness.

Feng Lan was awakened by a burst of pain, and slowly felt a faint pain in the ten toes of his feet, and his left foot moved, and there was a strange cry of pain.

The voice...... It's not the voice of the wind, it's not the voice of a person.

Feng Lan felt it slowly, stiff limbs, dead muscles, dead skin a finger thick, and maggots seemed to 'squirm' in the dry skull.

A feeling of suffocation spread through my mind.

That's because the muscles of this corpse can't accept the brain's instructions and respond as they should.

When Fenglan calmed down, even that pain was just the pain that a normal body should have in his consciousness.

He slowly lifted his feet, and he could see the transparent holes in his toes, which were long gone.

The left and right hands were also nailed to the wooden post, and with light force, they slipped off the thumb-thick iron nails.

Nailed to the center of the eyebrows, eyes, and throat are stout, threaded gold bars, the thickness of a middle finger.

Fenglan ...... Belch...... It should have been a corpse that had long since dried up, and slowly stood up, with a total of twenty-four transparent holes in his hands, feet, and skull.

Fenglan could no longer receive any memories of the corpse, and moved clumsy steps like a blind man.

About ten steps away, there is a table lamp.

When the wind flicks the switch, a bright blazing light illuminates the space.

This is a particularly ordinary wooden house, about 3.3 meters high, about 7.7 meters long, about 4.4 meters wide, there is a row of bookcases, there are dining cabinets, there are storage cabinets, the placement is very accurate, quite aristocratic style.

There were thirteen corpses in the room, as if they were asleep, and the corpses showed no signs of decomposing.

Fenglan's consciousness dominated the corpse, and he slowly came to the window, gently pushed it open, and suddenly a strange pure golden light surged.

Suddenly, the oriental fish white in the depths of Fenglan's mind appeared, and the golden light poured into it.

Gradually, a faint golden glow appeared between the oriental fish white and the frost mist, like a layer of golden silk.

At the same time, this corpse is becoming flesh and blood, and the transparent holes in its body are being repaired little by little.

In the same way, the pain of terror begins to eat away at the consciousness and memory of another soul.

Feng Lan only felt that his consciousness was trying his best to escape a cage, but everything was ultimately useless.

Fortunately, this horrific and painful situation lasted only three minutes.

Feng Lan scratched his hands, his stiff fingers were flesh and blood, and he could move normally, and the holes in his fingers were healing.

He opened the window, and a golden glow followed, dragging a golden humanoid light through the cabin.

There is still no memory of this body.

Fenglan stood in front of the bronze mirror and looked at the "people" in the bronze mirror.

He was wearing a retro silver and green python robe, 1.75 meters tall, wearing the official hat of the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, his face was like a crown of jade, five willows were long, and his body was slightly bloated.

Because of the finger-thick layer of human skin on the flesh, I can't tell the age.

Although this physical body is recovering, its heart is like a hard iron stone, and it has not changed in the slightest.

Feng Lan dominated the body, and walked towards one corpse after another, seven of them were Chinese and six were foreigners.

It is impossible to tell what these people died for.

When I came to the table, I drank a glass of bright red juice without feeling anything.

came to the bookcase again, and the first book was the case record of Di Renjie, the famous minister of the Tang Dynasty.

A note fell from the book, which was written in block letters: Bow down to Di Gong all your life, and comment on your achievements for thousands of years.

"What a loyal fan."

Feng Lan's consciousness sighed.

It seems that in reality, he is also a fan of Di Renjie, and he can be said to be a tightrope.

Scanning the books on the bookcase, only one copy of "The Secret Art of Yin and Yang Feng Shui" aroused Fenglan's interest.

Chai Xun and Wu Santong are both masters of inverted fighting.

This is something that Feng Lan could not have imagined.

And the current owner of this corpse is only afraid that he is a more powerful master, the kind at the level of the ancestor master.

After Fenglan flipped through the thin book, he should have a blank expression.

Unless you have the memory of the original owner of this corpse, otherwise, there is this secret art book, for nothing.

This made Fenglan start to get bored.

He controlled the corpse, closed the window, and the room suddenly went dark, and the lamp went out at some point.

Wooden house, quiet as an underworld.

He had no choice but to sit back on the big red wooden chair and think about cultivation.

Undoubtedly, without the Spirit Crystal, the Wind and Snow Sutra would be useless, and other cultivation methods would be impossible to talk about.

So, he just recited it casually.

Carrying the "inch of mountains and rivers and inch of blood" of the "Mountains and Rivers", wisps of green ghost flames appeared on the walls of the wooden house.

Mom~.

Fenglan exclaimed and stood up with a snort.

The turquoise ghost flame disappeared as if blown away by the wind.

What's going on?

Mountains and rivers have never been of any use in the two worlds, how can they summon ghost fire here?

Fenglan calmed down and slowly swept across the wooden house, nothing else unusual.

This time, be fully mentally prepared and recite the mountain and river recipe again.

A moment later, wisps of turquoise ghostly flames appeared on the walls of the wooden house, wafting towards the fully recovered body.

The ghost flames, wisps of fire, converge at the location of the heart, and then slowly disappear.

Through the oriental fish white in the depths of his mind, Feng Lan could see wisps of ghost flames fused into a golden heart-shaped jade.

He was shocked.

What kind of monster is the owner of this physical body?

Really have a heart of gold?

After fifteen minutes, extreme fatigue came in, and the wind was groggy, and his head drooped.

He looked up strongly, and saw that the mud and sand waterfall had begun to really collapse, and an ancient golden disc was just below the holster.

His right hand was pressed right on it.