Instead of answering the first question, the Heroic Soul Gun gave a second answer. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Kill the one who should be killed, and you can get rid of the shackles of the secret land!"

Who should be killed?

A general answer, it is not even clear whether it is a person or a ghost to be killed, but just when Feng Fan still wanted to ask in detail, the Heroic Soul Gun once again fell into a state of complete silence, no matter how Feng Fan threatened and scolded, it did not have the slightest effect.

Since he couldn't help the Heroic Soul Gun, Feng Fan could only choose to give up, but after continuing on the road for less than a moment, he surprisingly encountered a village.

It is not a settlement of witches and demons, but a village belonging to the human race!

Seeing that the Terran village was thriving, Feng Fan, who should have been happy, was extremely solemn at this time.

These human races are not the Flood Terran at all, but the Terran race that is very close to the earth!

Feng Fan, who was a little panicked, immediately hid to a nearby place to listen, the village was not big, there were only about 100 households, but the longer Feng Fan listened, the more solemn his face became.

"That kid from Hei Niu is comfortable, and he married the most beautiful second girl in the neighboring village!"

"Eh, Zhou Daguan's family was robbed of his family property by that damn county order!"

"I heard that the imperial court is going to raise taxes again, but we are so dry this year, how can we live!"

The villagers scattered all over the village, their conversations all fell into Feng Fan's ears, the marriage system was in place, but Feng Fan had not had time to go to Phuket before he could go to Phuket with the official position of the county order and the title of the imperial court.

After getting this information, Feng Fan already had a rough guess in his heart, so he didn't plan to enter the village to continue inquiring, but planned to find a city.

Compared with the villagers' ignorance, the information in the city is obviously more comprehensive.

Small town, Junlai Inn.

The inn is not big, but there are quite a few customers in the store, all of whom are chatting with each other in twos and threes, talking about what they have seen and heard.

Feng Fan, who was sitting in the window seat, had already touched the place roughly.

This place, no, it can be said to be a world for Feng Fan, a world that he misses very much.

Feng Fan has never been to this world, but he is very familiar with it, because the film and television dramas, movies, and books on the earth in his previous life have all introduced this world in detail.

Feng Fan, who was leaning against the window, smiled helplessly, casually touched a wine glass, and drank all the wine in the glass, with a strong nostalgia in his eyes. "Tsk, since the flood can appear, how can this Chinese ghost story world not appear!"

The secret place of Buzhou Mountain mentioned by the Heroic Soul Gun is the Chinese ghost story that most Chinese people are familiar with, with Nie Xiaoqian and Ning Caichen.

To be honest, since he learned that this place was a Chinese ghost story, Feng Fan's heart faintly revealed joy, not because of Nie Xiaoqian or Ning Caichen, but because this world is too similar to the earth.

Sent into the endless years of the flood famine, Feng Fan has never said anything, but his nostalgia for the earth has never ended, and he will suddenly come to this place that has something to do with the earth, and his heartstrings are trembling fiercely.

Feng Fan didn't have a trace of weirdness in his heart about being suddenly sent into this world, after all, he was sent to the Flood Wilderness, and now this small world is not a problem for him at all.

As for the villain boss of this world, what kind of tree demon grandma, black mountain old demon, Feng Fan didn't pay attention to it at all, although his cultivation is now restricted, but he is troubled by those living beings in the wilderness, Feng Fan basically does not have any worries and fears about the monsters in this world.

After figuring out these things, Feng Fan was obviously in a good mood. "Since you have come to this world, how can you not go to Lanruo Temple to see!" After saying something to himself, Feng Fan casually threw a piece of desolate jade, and his figure disappeared into the inn.

Although Feng Fan patted his ass and left, there was a storm in this inn.

"Smack!"

A huge piece of raw jade smashed on the table, and the sturdy table couldn't bear it, and it cracked with a click and fell to the ground.

This scene was seen by the customers of the inn, and they were so shocked that their eyes were about to fall, but the innkeeper let out a miserable howl. "It's... This... Someone ate the overlord meal and smashed the table!!"

When the innkeeper heard that he had paid it back, he immediately ran out of the room, grabbed the little guy and yelled angrily. "You useless thing, you can't look at a store..."The innkeeper, who hadn't finished speaking, pushed the little guy away fiercely, but when he walked to the table, he couldn't even finish speaking.

"Jade... Jade... Such a good quality jade! Since the size is still so big!!" The innkeeper said a sentence in a trembling voice, and then suddenly reacted, hugged the jade stone, and then roared with a thief-proof expression.

"Close, close! Lao Tzu, this inn is not open!"

The jade that Feng Fan threw out casually seemed to be regarded as an heirloom by the innkeeper.

In fact, this thing is just the most ordinary thing in the wilderness, because the Heroic Soul Gun can hold things, Feng Fan had the idea of exhausting the Heroic Soul Gun, and once desperately stuffed it into it, but after a while, he found that he was almost exhausted, so he gave up.

Now these inconspicuous things have become the currency in Feng Fan's hands.

This little episode, Feng Fan didn't pay attention to it at all, he was heading towards the north of Jinhua City at the moment, because the legendary Lanruo Temple was there.

Feng Fan, who was forced to go crazy by the vastness of the flood wilderness, was very satisfied with this world, although the speed was greatly limited, but he couldn't stand the small size of this world, which was almost an instant healing rhythm for Feng Fan, who was almost suffering from rush disease.

Without moving tracks for hundreds of thousands of years, Feng Fan, who was leisurely all the way, only took one day to stay at Lanruo Temple in the north of Jinhua City.

Looking at the dusty room in front of him, Feng Fan smiled slightly and waved his hand, and the whole room suddenly lit up.

The dust that condensed into a ball was gently flung by Feng Fan, and immediately flew out along the broken window, and smashed into the courtyard with a 'poof', falling right into the roots of the tree.

After tidying up the dilapidated room, Feng Fan walked out leisurely, but he wanted to take advantage of the interest to have a good tour and experience the feeling of traveling in his previous life.

A notoriously ominous haunted house, which was regarded as an attraction by Feng Fan, it seems that it is almost impossible to find someone to buy tickets.

The temple, which was originally gloomy, was rushed by Feng Fan's outing, and suddenly gave birth to a sense of nondescriptry.

Stepping out of the door and coming to the courtyard, Feng Fan raised his eyes and looked at the temple carefully.

The main hall pagoda of Lanruo Temple is actually still more magnificent, but the basil that grows on the ground is taller than people, and there is a piece of bamboo in the east corner of the main hall, and there is a big pond under the steps, and the wild lotus flowers in it have bloomed.

During the day, Lanruo Temple does not seem to have a ghostly atmosphere, and it looks a little chic and quiet.

Feng Fan was actually quite curious about ghosts, because there were no ghosts at all in the flood desolation at this time, and once a living creature died, then he would immediately scatter his soul and turn into a sadistic aura that filled the heavens and the earth.

The real ghosts, as well as the ghost cultivators, are estimated to need the appearance of the six reincarnations before they will gradually appear in the desolate world.

Thinking of these messy things, Feng Fan couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, and the answer given by the Heroic Soul Gun came to his mind when he first arrived at the Honghuang Wilderness and consumed the first forty-nine questions.

"This place is indeed a flood, but it is not exactly the flood you know!"

This was Feng Fan's first question, he didn't think about it at the time, thinking that it was a simple desolate world, but after seeing and hearing about it, Feng Fan didn't believe that it was just a desolation.

Not to mention that A Chinese Ghost Story is a world in the world, just talk about the timeline of the two worlds, how far is the distance?

One is almost at the end of time, and the other is the Tang Dynasty not far from Feng Fan.

Thinking of these things in his mind, Feng Fan staggered all the way, not at all expected to be caught off guard, but said to himself indifferently. "Tsk, where the hell have I been!"

Don't panic or not, you still have to ask what you should ask, such as some important information.

However, since experiencing that persecution incident, Feng Fan's attitude towards the Heroic Soul Gun can basically be predicted.

Sure enough, the Heroic Soul Gun didn't exist at all, and it didn't even give a trace of information.

Feng Fan was not surprised that the Heroic Soul Gun fell silent, after all, he had already spoken very openly.

Whether it is success or failure, it depends on the human race itself.

Shrugging his shoulders to recover his mood, the corners of Feng Fan's mouth curled, and he continued to go down the mountain along the temple path.

"Nie Xiaoqian, Ning Caichen and Yan Chixia, this place is interesting, but I don't know how their cultivation is, but don't let me, a guest from the wilderness, be beaten by the boss of this world!"