I just want to touch, what bad thoughts can I have?

Chapter 230 Going to the Island (4000 words)
With a leap, Fang Qingran jumped to the bow of the boat on the right side, the bow of the boat sank under the pressure, and the stern lifted out of the water.

The water splashed violently, and the boatman and the two sergeants couldn't stand for a while, and almost fell into the water, unable to respond effectively to the raiders at all.

Relying on the characteristics of the newly acquired grass shoes, Fang Qingran's feet seemed to be rooted on the boat's plank, grasping the gap where the three spirits had no time to fight back, and slapped the nearest boatman three times like lightning.

The light blue mist exploded from the chest of the punter, who had no room to dodge, and fell backwards.

"Huh? It seems that this punter is weaker than the one at the ferry?"

A thought flashed in his mind, Fang Qingran didn't move his feet, turned slightly to one side, avoiding the cutting Yanling Saber.

"It seems that now is not the time to think about strength..."

Looking at the two sergeants who stood up and came forward to stabilize their figure, he put a shield in his left hand to support one of them.

Seeing this, another sergeant turned from splitting to sweeping, trying to take down the three roads.

Fang Qingran sank slightly, and the bow of the boat was forced to be level with the water surface. The moment the river surged into the sampan, he suddenly exerted strength and jumped up. One foot stepped on the swept blade, and the other kicked And go, the sole of the shoe hit the enemy's door.

Bang!
Without saying a word, the sergeant who was kicked in the front door was smashed back from the bow to the stern, and when his back landed on the ground, the board made an overwhelmed sound.

As the sound continued, the stern of the boat shattered and broke in two from the middle.

The only surviving sergeant looked stunned. Obviously, he didn't expect his two little friends to be easily knocked down in such a short period of time.

But it doesn't have much time to maintain this shocking emotion.

As the shield hit it stiffly, the attacking palm magnified infinitely in the field of vision, and the brain, which was only acting on instinct, completely turned into a mess at this moment.

slap.

The body fell on its back and floated above the water.

From the moment someone boards the boat, the whole process takes no more than 2 minutes to finish.

The boatman and the two sergeants walked very peacefully.

"It's harvest time again!"

Relying on his strong control, Fang Qingran stabilized the half of the scorpion under his feet. He did not throw the elf ball immediately, but observed another battlefield.

clang--

In the rising fog, the sound of clashing iron tools echoed.

"The little boat that Big Brother Yan jumped on was washed away by the current?"

He looked dazed, first took out the poke ball to catch one corpse, and then dragged the remaining two back to the halfway.

Connecting the boat to the willow-leaf boat with a cable, he returned to the willow-leaf boat to prop up the pole, and rowed towards the place where the sound of weapons clashing came from.

After passing through thick fog and arriving at the destination, what Fang Qingran saw was an empty ship.

There were no boatmen, no sergeants, not even Yan Danggui.

The boat docked quietly on the shore of the island, Fang Qingran paddled the willow-leaf boat, keeping an eye on the river surface and water, but could not find any evidence of the existence of living people or spirits.

"Three spirits plus one person just disappeared out of thin air?"

Fang Qingran didn't want to believe it, so he simply docked the willow leaf boat on the shore and jumped on the boat to see if he could find any valuable information.

Adhering to the search policy of not letting go of every corner, he actually touched a piece of semi-wet yellow paper outside the ship near the bottom of the ship.

It wasn't very tightly pasted. When he touched it, there were only two corners left, which were still a little sticky.

It is estimated that later, it will be washed away by the river.

It's like being in a hurry, ignoring the random posting of Sanqi 21.

"Let me see what is written on this yellow paper..."

Fang Qingran looked at it carefully.

Vaguely, it is the word 'chasing'.

It's just that this "chasing" writing method is really artistic, and it has the style of "ugly calligraphy" of some calligraphers in previous lives.

There seems to be some writing behind the word 'chasing', but the word has been washed away by the river and is blurred.

"Chasing, chasing, chasing, chasing, chasing..."

Several words popped up in his mind at once, Fang Qingran was quite speechless.

It's all about writing, so can't you get some waterproof ink?

He had to keep guessing.

What made him most helpless was that no matter what words were left, if it was just a piece of ordinary yellow paper, then the information he got was basically no different from nothing.

"Forget it, a little information is better than nothing."

With a thought, he subconsciously wanted to put the yellow paper into the blood space.

The yellow paper swayed gently with the wind, and someone accepted loneliness.

It is purely a habitual operation, and he often forgets that the current state is the body of will, not his body.

"Theoretically speaking, martial arts will is also a part of me, so why can't I link to the bloodline space..."

Fang Qingran muttered dissatisfiedly, and put the yellow paper back into his pocket.

He turned his head and looked at the island in front of him.

Yan Danggui and the three Lingxu could disappear without anyone noticing before his arrival. After much deliberation, the only place they could look for was this Yinshan Island.

Stepping on the wet tidal flats, compared with the river surface, the fog here is a bit thicker.

Not only does it obstruct the line of sight, but it also has a certain impact on perception.

"Ten steps."

Fang Qingran whispered to himself.

This is the limit of what he can perceive.

If it is observed with the naked eye, it will be more affected, and at most it can only see less than five steps clearly.

"It would be nice to have equipment that improves perception, or simply improves visibility."

There was hope on his face.

Open the Poké Ball that has already been transformed, and a line of information appears.

【Half Goose Feather Knife】

【Type: Weapon】

【Quality: Garbage】

【Basic bonus】

[Martial Arts Will (Attack): Weak]

[Martial Arts Will (Defense): None]

[Special attributes: none]

Fang Qingran's face darkened.

For this weapon, his evaluation is—it is not as good as bare hands.

However, it doesn't matter, there are still two spirit-deficit corpses that have not been transformed, and there is still hope!
After the transformations were completed one by one, the information of the two weapons also appeared.

【Soldier's Leather Armor】

[Type: Armor]

[Quality: Ordinary]

【Basic bonus】

[Martial Arts Will (Attack): None]

[Martial Arts Will (Defense): Weak]

【Special attribute】

[Protection Buffer: When receiving unarmed attacks and blunt weapon strikes, the damage received is slightly reduced. 】

[Boatman's Broken Grass Shoes]

[Type: Armor]

【Quality: Garbage】

【Basic bonus】

[Martial Arts Will (Attack): None]

[Martial Arts Will (Defense): None]

[Martial Arts Will (Agility): Weak]

[Special attributes: none]

Putting on the leather armor of the same style as a sergeant on the outside of the coarse linen clothes, Fang Qingran brought the newly acquired straw sandals to his eyes, and fell into deep thought.

What is the use of these broken shoes if he has the same type of equipment of higher quality?
In order to avoid affecting the exploration, he chose to find a place to bury the pair of broken grass shoes and half of the goose feather knife for the time being, and left his hidden marks around.

"At least, a useful piece of leather armor has been produced."

Caressing the leather armor in front of him, he seemed to feel a little comfort.

The ideal is full, but the reality is cruel. The equipment he wants to improve perception and vision visibility is not something that can be obtained by simply swiping.

Fang Qingran raised his head, ready to choose a direction to explore deeply.

If the chosen direction happened to meet the missing brother Yan, that would be great.

After choosing a direction and walking not far, he suddenly seemed to have noticed something, lowered his body, and hid himself in the dense vegetation.

The sound of footsteps trampling on dead leaves slowly approached from far away.

Through the gaps in the grass and trees, he saw three adult men dressed as sergeants passing by with expressionless faces.

The leader held a not-so-bright lantern, and the two behind each carried a spear.

They looked like soldiers who were in charge of patrolling the island, but their eyes never turned in the slightest. They stared straight at the back of the head of the person in front of them, motionless, mechanical to the extreme.

Gives a feeling of not being very smart.

As the three of them marched in line, the footsteps of the last person stopped abruptly.

He glanced over his right shoulder with a blank expression, and then turned his head with some doubts.

There is no one behind.

It seems that the feeling of being touched on the right shoulder just now is just a false illusion.

As soon as he turned his head, he was about to move forward when the palm protruding from his left shoulder waved lightly in front of his eyes.

The sergeant's face changed drastically, but he didn't have the chance to greet the two brothers in front.

The last image in his memory was that palm that opened his mouth like a bloody mouth while he was in a daze, covering him with a layer of darkness.

Silently dragging the corpse of the sergeant away from the patrol team, and taking it away with the poke ball, Fang Qingran repeated the same trick, and sent away the second child in the row.

There was originally a three-person patrol team, but before we knew it, there was only one lantern bearer left.

It seemed to be unaware of everything, and walked along the dirt road in the forest expressionlessly.

Not long after, it caught up with a companion who was obviously dressed as a regular army, but walked out of the aura of a puppet army.

Fang Qingran just followed step by step.

The reason why he didn't deal with the other party like he dealt with the lamp bearer's companion was because he wanted to see where the end of this guy's direction was and where he would take him.

He didn't have any information about the island, so he could only use this method to try to get some valuable information.

The lamp bearer led him through the island, and the whole process was extremely smooth and skillful.

Obviously, the route they walked had been repeated countless times.

After about 20 minutes passed, Fang Qingran, who was following the lantern bearer, saw the outline of a small town in his vision.

Perhaps because the island is not suitable for farming, there are no fields for farming outside the town.

Due to the heavy fog, he could only see two or three houses on the outskirts of the town. As for the specific layout of the whole town, he had no way of knowing.

"There doesn't seem to be any higher areas around here..."

While thinking about it, Fang Qingran shook his head imperceptibly.

Even if there is a place that is convenient for condescending observation, it will not be effective under the barrier of dense fog.

As the lantern bearer approached the town, he quietly left the other party, stopped outside, and quietly looked at the world in front of him.

The back of the lamp holder gradually disappeared into the depths of the town, and it moved forward along the predetermined trajectory.

After an unknown amount of time, it finally stopped and stood in front of a yamen.

The big drum used to cry out grievances by the yamen has long been covered with a thick layer of dust.

It was about to enter the yamen without looking sideways, when a sinful palm pressed against its head.

puff.

The brain-blooming corpse fell heavily forward, and the lantern rolled to the side, flickered a few times, and then went completely dark.

"It turns out that your final destination is here."

Fang Qingran threw the elf ball, took back the corpse, looked left and right, and swaggered in through the open door.

Passing by the Shenming Pavilion and passing through the Yi Gate, he was not blocked by any obstacles and went straight to the outside of the lobby.

Like entering nowhere.

No, it should be really entering the land of no one.

The yamen servants on both sides of the lobby are holding killing sticks, with solemn faces.

Coming to the side of the prisoner who was kneeling in the center and listening to the sentence, Fang Qingran raised his eyes to see, under the plaque of "Mirror Hanging High", the magistrate's face was calm and majestic, with a gavel in his hand, ready to shoot.

The middle-aged man dressed as a teacher beside him is holding a folding fan, and his eyes are shining with shrewd calculations.

The picture freezes, and everything is so vivid.

Fang Qingran didn't know what these people had gone through, he only knew that everyone in this hall, whether they were yamen servants, prisoners, county magistrates, or masters, had long since lost their vitality.

No vital signs.

"Did death come before everyone reacted?
Probably, until the second before they died, they would not have thought about the fact that they were about to die. "

After carefully looking at the people in the lobby, he stopped and decided to go to other places.

Since entering this small town, he hasn't even seen a soul, let alone a living person.

To be honest, he didn't even have a spirit deficiency, which made him feel a little strange.

When she turned around and was about to leave, the moment Fang Qingran stepped out of the lobby, her footsteps froze abruptly.

A projected icy-cold gaze was like a glow on his back.

Turning around suddenly, the magistrate who was sitting on the table flew up, his majestic face quickly rotted in a very short time, and his palm like a chicken's claw protruded out, reaching straight for the back of his heart.

However, compared to him, Fang Qingran's movements were surprisingly faster.

A shield smashed away the attacking claws, and he slapped the palm without the slightest hesitation.

The county magistrate wanted to dodge, but was still hit on the side of the waist, let out a hoarse roar of pain, and smashed the plaque hanging high in the mirror.

Almost at the same moment, Fang Qingran pulled out the killing stick of the yamen servant beside him, and threw it at a short figure who was running out of the lobby from behind the yamen servant.

The short figure staggered to the ground, without stopping for half a minute, staggering and rushing out.

Fang Qingran wanted to chase after him, and the county magistrate, who had received his slap, stood up staggeringly at this moment, and attacked like crazy.

Sighing softly in his heart, he firmly imprinted that short figure in his mind, his expression gradually became serious, and his eyes turned back to the magistrate who restrained him and prevented him from pursuing.

"You may have been a good official during your lifetime, but..."

In the howling wind, the boy stepped forward and turned around to meet him.

(End of this chapter)