Here Lies The Wicked

Chapter 470 Lost Sheep

Facing Director feng's sudden turn.

Director feng was still holding a shiny, sharp pickaxe in his hand.

Fang Zheng's face was calm.

No surprise.

There was no fear.

He killed Director feng twice in a row. In fact, Fang Zheng had been waiting for Director feng to find him.

"Brother tao, why do you say that?" Fang Zheng smiled at the strange smile Director feng gave him. He looked relaxed and natural.

He couldn't beat him.

He could not be killed.

She could not resist.

In the taoist temple, it was called "Not responding every day," and" not working on the ground."

Why was he afraid of this crazy taoist priest in front of him?

Shouldn't it be... That the devil should be more worried about when he will kill him for the third time?

"When I died twice and went back to the taoist temple twice, I would meet my junior in the taoist temple. I had already guessed that the junior killed me twice in a row." When Director feng finished speaking, he dropped the pickaxe in his hand.

I didn't expect Director feng to give up the fight.

"Junior, can you tell me what happened to me... At night?"

Fang Zheng looked at Director feng and frowned.

What the hell is this Director feng doing?

I don't seem to be crazy during the day, but I still seem to be very clear-headed.

"Brother tao, are you... Not crazy right now?" Fang Zheng hesitated and confirmed.

"It seems... The hesitation on my junior's face has already told me that I go crazy every night... As expected, the people here can't escape this curse in the end..." Director feng said with a bitter smile.

It was only then that Fang Zheng became certain that the Director feng in front of him was not the taoist priest who would go crazy every night.

Because the sad expression on a person's face does not match the current state of mind, it is not easy to disguise.

After a brief exchange, the two of them cleared up a few questions.

Director feng knew that he would go to Palace of the medicine king every night to refine pills.

At the same time, Fang Zheng also knew why Director feng was digging the tunnel.

The reason was simple.

When you get home, you find yourself torn down and rummaged through the house for no reason. There's no police in this world to catch thieves. What will you do?

Check the room first. Is the thief still there?

And then clean up and tidy up the house, right?

That's what Director feng was doing. After checking the taoist temple, he couldn't find the culprit who tore down his taoist temple, so he began to bury it and repair the tunnel. That was when Fang Zheng came back.

When it came to who was tearing him apart, Director feng had been looking at Fang Zheng deeply, deeply, deeply.

As for the origin of the nuts.

Unfortunately, there weren't many clues. Director feng only mentioned that he had unintentionally harvested them a long time ago when he was cutting down a pine tree in a dilapidated taoist temple.

"In fact, the natural resources and earth treasures in Blessed Land have long lost their initial attraction to us. We can't cultivate, and we can't take pills by ourselves. Perhaps the treasures of heaven and earth in Blessed Land are very important to you, but for those of us who have fallen in Blessed Land, they are just a pile of useless stones and weeds by the roadside, occasionally interested in collecting some unique treasures. But most of the time, the collected herbs and herbs rot, wither, and are discarded like garbage."

Director feng continued, "As for the woman's arm, I remember this arm because that woman's hand, in the daytime, suddenly fell from the sky in Lingshan taoist temple."

"The arm that was swallowed up by Blessed Land suddenly fell from the sky. Junior brother should be able to imagine the scene at that time, right?"

Seeing fang zheng nodding his head, Director feng, who was talking about his arm, showed a strange look and asked, "Did the junior brother notice that the hand was writing all the time, as if it was conveying something to the outside world?"

Finally, we have important clues!

Fang Zheng looked serious and asked quickly, "What did brother dao find?"

"To tell you the truth, brother tao, I have been observing that hand for the past two days, but that hand has no eyes, so the writing seems to be a mess, just like a random doodle. I have never understood what the hand is trying to tell me."

Director feng: "A place, or rather, someone from your time, seems to prefer to use coordinates."

Fang Zheng's heart flashed with surprise. Coordinates?

According to Director feng, Blessed Land had not been opened for a few days, and fang had just arrived in this ghost city not long ago, so he did not fully understand the ghost city.

Director feng, on the other hand, had been trapped here for so long that he was already familiar with every single plant and grass. So when he saw the words written on the ground by that hand, he recognized it at first sight as a place name.

"Brother dao, why does this city exist? What is in this city?"

"Have you ever heard of a saying?"

"What?"

"It's dark. Don't go out."

...

At night.

The moonlight shone into the city. At night, the city was dark, oppressive, and peaceful.

Tang gaomin, Xu Jian and the others were four students who sneaked out of the safe zone when the patrols were not paying attention.

This is like every school, there will always be a few students disobedient, always like to play truant, stay in the internet cafe next to the school.

In fact, the opening of Blessed Land this time, as they were recruited by the government, awakened people have been told early on that for personal safety reasons, they can only stay in the outer security zone, absorb strong spirit, and strive for opportunities to break through.

Unless it was a chance to break through to the realm of a night traveler.

Only by traveling in the night could he have the strength to protect himself and explore deep into Blessed Land in order to find a greater chance to break through his cultivation.

And the lack of strength and the desire to go deep into Blessed Land, just to die in vain.

But obviously.

The few people in front of them were the most restless and aggressive students. They "Skipped school" while others were not paying attention.

For young people who play too many games, there is actually a very serious aftereffect, which is that everyone wants to open up copies of the wasteland, dreaming of the countless benefits of opening up the wasteland.

But he forgot the most essential point, the reality is not to play games, playing games can be resurrected after death.

And if you die here, you won't have a second chance.

At this time, because they forgot to leave the city in time during the day, when it was dark, they found themselves lost in the big city.

At this time, a few people, in the face of one night, all the ghosts and things in the city disappeared inexplicably, leaving only their empty, quiet streets, the more they walked, the more flustered they became.

He was too afraid to turn on the flashlight for fear of attracting terror in the dark.

They had been complaining all the way, and by this time, they had lost the strength to complain to each other and just wanted to get out of this godforsaken place as soon as possible.

As they walked, they suddenly heard something unusual.

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