Heavenly Master, I have a different world

The strange man had just died, but the corpse on the ground looked like he had been dead for several days. The smell of the corpse was soaring to the sky, and the flesh and skin on his body was even more rotten.

Fang Zheng suppressed his nausea and picked at the corpse with a knife, frowning.

"It's really weird!"

This weirdo's body is covered with various complex patterns, like the dragon seals and phoenix seals used to draw talismans, but they are different, and there is something weird everywhere.

Living dead?

At least,

Strictly speaking, this weirdo is not a living person, more like a zombie with some characteristics of a living person.

Not afraid of harm, with infinite strength, and able to understand certain commands, such a being is more difficult to deal with than ordinary third-blood warriors.

The several knives that were being swung in front of him hurt the flesh, but had almost no effect on this weirdo.

Only the last blow.

When Yi Zi Ming Xin slashed out his sword, he first cut through some kind of shady connection, so that he could wipe out the weirdo's life with one blow.

There is a god in the fist, which can destroy evil spirits.

There is a god in the sword, and it can also destroy evil things.

"Huh?"

Just as he was about to leave, Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly and pulled out a black iron plate from the position of the corpse's 'heart'.

The front and back sides of the iron plate have different shapes, one side is mountains and rivers, the other side is animals, and there are various complex characters engraved on both sides.

Wipe it clean,

Fang Zheng endured his nausea and touched it.

"Um?"

"This is……"

With a surprised look on his face, he carefully picked up the iron plate, his eyes getting brighter and brighter:

"Magical weapon?"

The objects used by warlocks to cast spells are usually called magic weapons, such as Zhang Mingrui's most commonly used peach wood sword, which basically has no special function.

A real magic weapon can increase the magic power of a warlock.

For example, the magic sword given to Sanqingguan by Chunyang Palace...

The token in the monster's corpse seems to be this type of magic weapon. At least in Fang Zheng's perception, the power of the soul is obviously more active after holding the iron token.

Like...

It's like being on the altar of law.

certainly.

The blessing strength is not as strong as that of the altar, only 10% to 20% at most, and if you hold it for a long time, a cold breath will penetrate into your body.

If it takes a long time, I'm afraid it will hurt your body.

"Even so, it's a good thing!"

Fang Zheng’s eyes brightened:

"Holding this object is equivalent to carrying a simple altar with you. My idea is to go one step further. Perhaps simple spells can be cast without blood."

"Every time I cast a spell, I have to give myself a knife on my finger. I finally see the end!"

"made money!"

After wrapping the iron plate, he turned back and looked in the direction he came from.

Um,

It’s better not to go there.

‘The other world is too dangerous. There are all kinds of weird things. Zombies, living dead and even third-blood warriors are difficult to deal with. ’

‘It’s better to wait until the matter is almost over before going there. ’

'As for Zhang Mingrui...'

‘He took the initiative to lead the barbarian away, so he must have a certain degree of confidence. At least there should be no problem in self-protection, and there is no need to worry about him. ’

Thoughts were turning rapidly, and he had made a decision in his mind.

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"Say it."

Linghu An held a long sword and pointed at the dying mountain tiger:

"Where did Master Yan go?"

"Hehe..." The mountain-climbing tiger's face was covered with blood, his eyes were fixed on Linghu An, and his steel teeth were clenched:

"You thought I was going to tell you?"

"dream!"

"Really?" Linghu An's expression remained unchanged, the sword in his hand trembled slightly, and with a scream, there was something on the tip of the sword.

An eyeball!

The left eyeball of the mountain-climbing tiger.

"ah!"

The Mountain Tiger covered his face with his hands, blood flowing through his fingers, and screamed in agony, but his body could not move at all.

His legs had suddenly disappeared.

"You two."

Linghu An shook his eyes off the sword, turned around and looked at the two brothers and sisters who were also unable to fight back, and slowly approached:

"Are you going to keep it secret too?"

The two looked at each other, and the man smiled bitterly:

"You will die sooner or later, why do you need to ask more questions?"

"At least..." Linghu An said slowly:

"I can make your death more comfortable. You don't want to try splitting muscles, breaking bones, hand, heart-destroying palm, or being cut into pieces with a thousand cuts, right?"

"I said!"

Before the man could speak, the woman gritted her teeth and said:

"The man named Yan escaped our ambush and fled into the mountains, but you don't have to take any chances. He may not be alive now."

"You also know that in the mountains..."

"It's not clean."

He snorted coldly and raised his neck:

"Come on, give me a good time!"

"Oh!" Linghu An frowned and was about to swing his sword when he asked casually:

"You two brothers and sisters are in the business of killing people for money. The mountain tiger also bullies the weak and fears the strong. Normally, you shouldn't chew hard bones, but someone wants to kill Master Yan?"

"Do you know where the other party came from?"

"I don't know." The woman shook her head:

"The person who gave the money was a masked woman. Although I didn't see her face, my intuition told me that the woman must be very beautiful. Besides..."

"The man surnamed Yan has done many evil things, and there were so many people who wanted to kill him. I just regret that I failed to succeed at that time, and ended up getting myself involved."

"Yes." Linghu nodded noncommittally:

"Have a good go, girl!"

"Uh-huh!"

There was a flash of sword light, and a headless corpse slowly fell to the ground.

"Next..." He glanced at the remaining two people in the field and his expression darkened:

"Let's take our time."

With so many people in the Linghu family dying, it was impossible for him to let go of the mountain tiger easily. Even if he died, he couldn't die so easily.

Cut into pieces by a thousand swords,

But it’s light!

…………

"kill!"

"Kill!"

As follow-up reinforcements arrived, the situation on the field was completely reversed.

Linghu Zhong commanded the crowd to encircle and suppress the enemy. The remaining tiger troops and the men in black whose origins were unknown fell to the ground one after another.

Even the fleeing figures were found one by one.

"what happened?"

Xu Seng, the owner of the Divine Gun Hall, jumped forward and saw his son's face turned pale, he couldn't help but frown:

"Where are the people?"

"Escape...escape." Xu Xiu stammered.

"Escape!" Xu Seng's eyes widened:

"With your strength, how could you let them escape?"

"Dad." Xu Xiu said with a confused look on his face:

"It's a little girl."

"You can't let the little girl go either!" Xu Seng was furious:

"Don't you know why the Linghu family was retaliated against? It was because they let an opponent escape, which resulted in the death of so many people."

"Eradicate all evil!"

"Where did she escape?"

He grabbed Xu Xiu's collar and said angrily:

"explain!"

Xu Xiu's eyes showed panic, and he tremblingly reached out and pointed in the distance.

"Chase!"

Xu Seng threw him to the ground and called on the others to chase after him.

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Time passes slowly.

I don’t know when.

A layer of hazy mist enveloped the entire mountain forest, causing Fang Zheng, who was adjusting his breath in the tree, to open his eyes and look around with some surprise.

"fog?"

The fog is so thick that it can only be seen a few meters away, and it is difficult to distinguish from any distance.

"Good thing I have a compass."

Shrugging, Fang Zheng took out a compass from the package, adjusted the direction, and headed towards the direction he came from.

It's been so long, the Linghu family's backup should have arrived.

Go forward for a moment.

Fang Zheng pursed his lips and lowered his head to look at his feet, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes.

He clearly remembered that he came down from the mountain, so why did he feel like he was still going down the mountain now?

Shouldn't we go up the mountain?

I shook the compass in my hand, but the direction did not change.

He raised his head and looked forward. I didn't know when a halo appeared in the hazy fog, and it was swaying towards the distance.

Anyone?

Fang Zheng's heart moved and he hurriedly followed.

As we got closer, we could clearly see that the light source came from a lantern. The person holding the lantern wore a small hat and simple shoes, like a servant from a wealthy family.

As if aware of the footsteps behind him, the boy raised the lantern to look at it, and then smiled:

"It's late at night and the moon has disappeared. I didn't expect to meet guests in this deep mountain and old forest. I wonder where our guests want to go?"

The young man spoke in a gentle manner and was not panicked when he saw a stranger at this time. He was quite a bit like a wealthy family.

"Nagging."

Fangzheng cupped his hands and said politely:

"I'm looking for a way down the mountain, but I didn't expect fog to suddenly appear in the mountain. I'm from around here, can you give me some directions?"

"It turns out that your distinguished guest is lost." The boy understood:

"But it's late at night, so it's not a good decision to go down the mountain. And this kind of fog is extremely rare, so we might as well wait until the fog clears."

Fang Zheng frowned.

"It's true."

The boy continued:

"My master has a house in the mountains. He comes here every once in a while to enjoy the scenery, and he happens to be there these days."

"The Lord is kind-hearted and hospitable. There should be no problem if I stay here for a night."

"This..." Fang Zheng opened his mouth and was about to say something when he suddenly trembled and sneezed uncontrollably.

So cold!

Why does it seem like the temperature has suddenly dropped?

I am a second-blood warrior, but I can't bear the coldness?

"Master, did you catch a cold?"

There was concern in the young man's words, but his voice was strangely steady. At the same time, he turned the lantern and said slowly: "Follow me back to the house. The officials may give the young master some clothes to keep out the cold."

"Thank you... thank you." Fang Zheng thought for a while, and seemed to have no good solution at the moment, so he could only nod and follow the other party.

The two of them walked along the winding path for a short time, when there was a turning point in front of them, and their eyes suddenly opened up.

In this dense forest, there is an antique manor.

The manor occupies a vast area and is brightly lit, like a giant beast crawling in the forest, pushing away all the surrounding fog.

Um?

Looking at the manor in front of him, a trace of doubt flashed in Fang Zheng's eyes.

There seemed to be something wrong with everything in front of him, but there was also a layer of fog in his mind that prevented him from thinking too much.

Just thinking about it gives me a headache.

call……

Taking a breath of turbid air, Fang Zheng showed a trace of struggle in his eyes, and the image of Lord Yama that he had practiced for some time quietly emerged from the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Buzz..."

The sea of ​​consciousness trembles slightly.

A statue of a god emerged steadily.

The majestic and unrivaled intention to suppress the four extremes expanded through the body of the statue, and the fog that shrouded his mind also dissipated.

wrong!

Fang Zheng's eyes narrowed and he finally realized something was wrong.

How could there be such a luxurious house in such a barren mountain?

and……

Still so new!

How could there be a young boy wandering around in the mountains and forests at this time, and being so hospitable, inviting him over without asking why?

"Gulu..."

Fangzheng's throat rolled and he looked at the boy in front of him again.

The other party's face was a little pale. Although his words were quite elegant, his eyes were dull and he did not look like a smart person.

His body was also very weak, and his feet seemed to have difficulty touching the ground. He didn't crush any of the flowers and plants he passed along the way.

?

This is totally unreasonable!

"Honored guest."

The boy looked back, his green eyes on his pale face turning slightly:

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Fang Zheng said in a muffled voice:

"It's just that I feel like the fog is too heavy, and it's a bit clogged in my throat, but it's okay. I just have a hood to wear."

As he spoke, he took out a hood that integrated a gas mask and a thermal sensor from his backpack.

Putting on the hood, everything in front of me suddenly changed.

The boy disappeared.

Manor house...

Also showed his true colors.

There are no more connected houses, only a cluster of graves standing in the darkness.

Dead branches, fallen leaves, cold wind, mass graves, the moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, and the sporadic halos clearly came from the green will-o'-the-wisps on the graves.

If you count them carefully, there are probably dozens of will-o'-the-wisps, just like living creatures shuttling and moving around the graves.

Several people were squatting among them.

grass!

I couldn't say it for a long time, but I was asked to come out.

This damn thing is too dangerous. It's either the living dead or the ghosts. This time I just stabbed the ghost nest. Do you think it's not good to just stay in Gu'an County?

What are you doing out here?

"Honored guest."

The servant's voice rang in my ears:

"Do you feel better?"

"Yeah." Under the mask, Fang Zheng nodded with a wooden face:

"much better."

"Then, can you take off the thing on your head?" the boy whispered:

"My master is hosting a banquet, and I'm afraid that the distinguished guests will disturb them, and... the little one is also a little scared."

Um?

Fang Zheng was stunned for a moment before coming back to his senses.

His current appearance is indeed strange. He is a murderous maniac walking out of the Scream series, with a knife in his hand.

It turns out that ‘ghosts’ can also be afraid?

After thinking about it this way, Fang Zheng felt much calmer, nodded and took off his hood.

It's not because I'm afraid of scaring others, but even though I can see clearly with the hood on, I can't see where the 'ghost' is.

It's not convenient to actually use your hands.

As for escaping...

According to the experience taught by Zhang Mingrui, he should be in some kind of 'ghost' now, and it is impossible to escape unless he breaks through it.

That is,

No matter how you turn around, you will always come back here.

Similar to a ghost hitting a wall.

Fortunately, apart from myself, there are several people trapped in it. Maybe there is a solution. If it doesn't work, they can escape until dawn.

ghost,

Even fierce ghosts are afraid of the scorching sun.

When the scorching sun rises into the sky, the ghosts will disappear.

"Thank you."

The boy nodded, with a smile on his face, and stretched out his hand forward:

"please!"

Knocking on the door, an old man with a skinny figure opened the door to greet him. When he saw Fang Zheng, he grinned toothlessly.

His eyes glowed green, like a hungry person seeing delicious food.

"The master is hosting a banquet in the backyard. This young master can sit down with us."

"good."

The boy led Fang Zheng forward.

The mass grave is obviously not big, but as soon as you walk in, you have to go through corridors and steps, and make many twists and turns. It really feels like you have walked into a prosperous manor.

There are also well-dressed maidservants walking together on the road. When they see the two of them, they avoid them early, or they hold folding fans or handkerchiefs to cover their faces and peek.

Like shyness,

In fact, he secretly licked the corners of his mouth and looked at Fang Zheng's back with salivation.

"arrive."

"Who are you?"

The boy led Fang Zheng into the 'backyard'. Before he could say anything, someone in the room yelled, and a masculine aura rushed towards him:

"It must be weird to be out in this forest in the middle of the night!"

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

As the man shouted angrily, Fang Zheng felt the body of the boy in front of him suddenly shake, as if he would be blown away by the wind the next moment.

"Back to the strong man."

The boy hurriedly handed over his hand:

"This young man got lost in the mountains and couldn't find the way down. It was already getting late, so I brought him here to stay for the night."

"I think the master has a good heart and will definitely agree."

"Lost?" The man who spoke was strong, with piercing eyes, and his aura was much stronger than the three-blood Luo Captou.

but,

He was injured, and the injury was not serious. The white cloth hanging from his left arm was also stained red. His eyes as he looked over were wary, and the audio tape asked:

"Boy, why are you going up the mountain at this time?"

While the other party was looking at them, Fang Zheng was also looking at the people opposite him.

Six people in total.

The big man who spoke was not the real leader.

There is a person sitting behind him. The man is wearing a simple suit embroidered with clouds and swallows, and a crane cloak. He looks to be about forty or fifty years old.

There is a noble aura about him, but now he seems to be frightened in some way, curling up and shivering.

His face was also extremely pale.

Next to this person were a middle-aged scribe holding a folding fan, two delicate girls, and a thug who looked like a nurse.

"Back to the strong man."

After quickly scanning a few people, Fang Zheng handed over his hand:

"I accompanied the Linghu family of the county town into the mountains to suppress bandits. I lost my way for some reason. As this person said, I plan to stay here for the night."

"Suppressing bandits?"

The man in the crane cloak suddenly sat upright when he heard this, his eyes brightened:

"you say……"

"Come to suppress bandits?"

He was obviously too excited and coughed repeatedly after speaking, causing several people around him to panic.

"grown ups!"

"Master Yan."

"Yes." A trace of doubt flashed in Fang Zheng's eyes and he replied:

"A few days ago, a group of bandits attacked the Linghu family's mansion. Many people were killed. Naturally, the head of the Linghu family wants to come back with revenge."

"Okay!" Mr. Yan was overjoyed:

"Good job!"

"Gong Huyuan, there should be nothing wrong with this person. Just take a seat. After all, the owner of this place is not us. Don't overstep your authority."

"Yes." The strong man nodded:

"That's what the adults taught you."

"The visitor is a guest."

It was only then that the person in the pavilion shrouded in gauze who was the main seat in the backyard chuckled and spoke, looking at where Fang Zheng was and nodding:

"Why should we meet before? Sir, please sit down."

The voice is clear and sweet, and seems to be young. It also has a hint of flirtatiousness, which makes people feel restless from the bottom of their hearts.

"Thank you."

Fangzheng handed over his hands and found a seat opposite Master Yan. His maid brought fruits, snacks and some drinks to eat.

The fruits and melons are fresh, the snacks are exquisite, and the food is delicious and delicious.

But he just glanced at it and looked away.

What I could see clearly through the thermal sensor just now is that there is only a grave mound here, no house at all, and I don't know what these food are.

If you eat it in your stomach, who knows what the consequences will be.

"Pop!"

The owner of the pavilion clapped his hands and said with a smile:

"Keep playing music, keep dancing!"

Immediately, women dressed in red flowers and green willows filed out, and under the bamboo pavilion not far away, there were even more women playing the piano and playing the flute.

The dance is graceful and the music is confusing.

Make people addicted to it unconsciously.

However, Fang Zheng tensed up as soon as he stepped into the manor. No matter how beautiful the dance or music was, it was difficult to shake his heartstrings. He only pretended to appreciate it on the surface.

Secretly, I hope time flies by faster.

The other party is willing to play, and he enjoys it. The closer to dawn, the better.

in this way,

It wasn't until a boy hurried over, asked for instructions, walked into the pavilion, and whispered a few words in the owner's ear that the atmosphere in the place changed.

"oh?"

The man in the pavilion frowned, slowly put down the wine glass in his hand, and said helplessly:

"I planned to take the opportunity to celebrate, but I never thought there would be too much chaos in the mountains tonight. In this case... have you eaten and drank well?"

"Thanks for the hospitality."

Master Yan stroked his beard and said:

"Yan is deeply grateful for today's kindness and will definitely repay it after taking office."

"Master Yan, you're welcome." The man in the pavilion smiled and nodded, "Speaking of which, I really have something to trouble you."

"Oh!" Master Yan raised his eyebrows, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

Although he did owe the other party a favor today, being so eager to ask for it would inevitably make him unhappy.

That's all, that's all!

It is normal for women to have long hair and short hair.

At that moment, he cupped his hand and said in a slightly cold voice: "Girl, please tell me, if Yan can do it, I will give it to you."

"Master Yan will definitely be able to do it."

The people in the pavilion chuckled.

The lights in the courtyard flickered on and off, and in a flash, a beautiful woman's face appeared in the field, looking at a few people with a smile.

The key is……

Only one face!

There are no limbs, no body, just a big face suspended in the air. No matter how beautiful the face is, the scene will only make people feel horrified.

See you dimly,

A ghostly light,

Revealing the peach blossom side.

The ethereal voice lingers in the field:

"We have been trapped here for decades and have never had a full meal. You guys came at the right time, why don't you just pity me."

"let us……"

"Fill your belly for once!"

The next moment.

The ghosts came out of their cages.

"Woo..."

The wind howled wildly.