Heavenly Master, I have a different world.

Chapter 95
The strange barbarian just died, but the corpse on the ground seemed to have been dead for several days. The smell of the corpse was so high that the flesh on his body was rotten.

Fangzheng suppressed his nausea and took a knife to poke at the corpse, frowning.

"It's really weird!"

This strange man is covered with various complex lines, like the dragon and phoenix seals used to draw symbols, but they are different, and there is a weirdness everywhere.

The living dead?
at least,

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

Not afraid of harm, infinite strength, and able to understand certain commands, such an existence is more difficult than ordinary three-blood warriors.

Although the several knives being swung in front of him hurt the flesh, they were almost unaffected by this strange man.

Only the last knife.

When he slashed out with a clear heart, he first cut through some kind of hidden connection, so that he could wipe out the strange man's vitality in one blow.

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

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

"what?"

Just as he was about to leave, Fangzheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and pulled out a black lacquered iron plate from where the 'heart' of the corpse was.

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

wipe clean,

Fang Zheng held back his nausea and touched it.

"Ok?"

"This is……"

Surprised, he carefully picked up the iron plate, his eyes became brighter and brighter:
"The magic weapon?"

The objects used by warlocks to cast spells are usually called magic tools, such as Zhang Mingrui's most commonly used mahogany sword, but they basically have no special function.

And the real magic weapon can increase the magic power of the warlock.

Such as the magic sword that Chunyang Palace bestowed on Sanqingguan...

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

Just like...

It's like being on the altar.

of course.

The strength of the blessing is not as strong as that of the Dharma altar, at most it is [-]-[-]%, and after holding it for a long time, a cold breath penetrates into the body.

After a long time, I'm afraid it will hurt my body.

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

Fangzheng's eyes brightened:

"Holding this thing is equivalent to carrying a simple magic altar with you. My idea is to go a step further. Maybe I can cast simple spells without blood."

"Every time before casting a spell, I have to give myself a knife with my finger, and I finally saw the head!"

"made money!"

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

Ok,
Just don't go there.

'The different world is too dangerous, there are all kinds of weird things, zombies, living dead and even three-blood warriors are not easy to deal with. '

'It's better to wait until the matter is almost over. '

'As for Zhang Mingrui...'

He took the initiative to ask himself to lure the barbarian away, so he must be sure, at least there should be no problem with self-protection, and there is no need to worry about him. '

His thoughts turned sharply, and he had already made a decision in his mind.

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"Go ahead."

Holding the long sword in his hand, Linghu An slantedly pointed at the dying Fanshanhu:

"Where did Master Yan go?"

"Hey..." Fanshanhu's face was covered with blood, his eyes were fixed on Linghu'an, and his steel teeth were clenched:

"You thought I'd tell you?"

"dream!"

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

An eyeball!
The left eyeball of the mountain tiger.

"what!"

Fan Shanhu covered his face with his hands, blood flowed through his fingers, and let out a shrill scream, but his body could not move an inch.

His legs had suddenly disappeared.

"You two."

Linghu An shook off the eyeballs on the sword, turned around and looked at the brother and sister who were also helpless, and approached slowly:

"Are you going to keep your mouth shut too?"

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

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

"At least..." Linghu An said slowly:
"I can make you die more comfortably. You don't want to try it by splitting muscles and bones, destroying hearts and palms, and cutting them into pieces?"

"I say!"

Before the man could speak, the woman had already gritted her teeth and said:
"The one surnamed Yan escaped our ambush and fled into the mountains, but you don't have to be lucky, he may not be alive now."

"You know, in the mountains..."

"Not clean."

He hummed coldly while raising his neck:

"Come on, give it a good time!"

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

"You two brothers and sisters are doing the business of killing people for money. Fan Shanhu is also a bully and fears toughness. It is said that he shouldn't gnaw 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 should be beautiful. Besides..."

"The surname Yan has done a lot of evil, and there are many people who want to kill him. I only regret that I didn't succeed at the time, and instead trapped myself in it."

"Yes." Linghu An nodded noncommittally:

"Let's go, girl!"

"Shh!"

With a flash of sword light, a headless corpse slowly fell to the ground.

"Next..." Scanning the remaining two people in the field, his face darkened:
"Let's take our time."

With so many deaths in Linghu's family, he couldn't let Fanshanhu go easily, even if he died, he couldn't die so easily.

Cut to pieces,

But it is light!
…………

"kill!"

"Kill!"

With the arrival of follow-up reinforcements, the situation on the field was completely reversed.

Linghuzhong commanded the crowd to encircle and suppress, the rest of Fan Shanhu and those men in black who didn't know their origins fell to the ground one after another.

Even the fleeing figures were found one by one.

"what happened?"

Xu Seng, the owner of the Gunslinger Pavilion, jumped forward and saw his son's face turned pale, he couldn't help frowning:

"Where is the person?"

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

"Escape!" Xu Seng opened his eyes wide:
"With your strength, how can you let them escape?"

"Father." Xu Xiu looked distressed:
"It's a little girl."

"You can't let the little girl go!" Xu Seng was furious:
"Don't you know why the Linghu family was retaliated against? It's because they let go of an opponent and killed so many people."

"Exorcism is done!"

"Where did she escape to?"

He grabbed Xu Xiu's collar and said angrily:

"Say!"

Xu Xiu's eyes showed panic, and he stretched out his hand tremblingly and pointed towards the distance.

"Chase!"

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

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Time passed slowly.

I don't know when.

A layer of hazy mist enveloped the entire mountain forest, and Fangzheng, who was adjusting his breath on the tree, opened his eyes and looked around in surprise.

"fog?"

The fog is so thick that it can only be seen for a few meters, and it is difficult to distinguish it no matter how far away it is.

"Fortunately, I have a compass."

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

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

Go forward for a moment.

Fangzheng pursed his lips, looked down at his feet, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

He clearly remembered that he came down from the mountain, why now he feels that he is still going down the mountain?

Isn't it time to go up the mountain?

After shaking the compass in his hand, the direction did not change.

Looking up and looking forward, a halo appeared in the hazy mist at some point, and it was swaying towards the distance.

anyone?

Fangzheng's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly followed.

As they got closer, Fang could clearly see that the light source came from a lantern. The person holding the lantern was wearing a small cap and wearing plain shoes, like a servant of a wealthy family.

Seemingly aware of footsteps behind him, the young man held up the lantern to look at it, then smiled:
"The night is deep and the moon is gone. I never expected to meet a guest in this deep mountain and old forest. I don't know where the honored guest wants to go?"

The young servant speaks in a gentle manner, and he doesn't panic when he sees strangers at this time, he has the courage of a rich family.

"Trouble."

Fang Zheng cupped his hands and said politely:

"I want to find the way down the mountain. I never thought that the mountain suddenly became foggy. My brother is a person nearby. Can you show me the way?"

"It turns out that the respected guest has lost his way." The boy understood clearly:
"But it's late at night, 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 this mountain, and he will come to visit and enjoy the scenery every once in a while, and it happens to be there these few days."

"My lord is kind and hospitable. It should be no problem to borrow a night."

"This..." Fangzheng opened his mouth to speak, and was about to say something when he suddenly trembled and sneezed uncontrollably.

It’s so cold!

Why does it seem like the temperature has dropped suddenly?
I am a second-blood martial artist, so I can't bear the chill?

"Master, did you catch a cold?"

There was concern in the young servant's words, but his voice was steady and weird. At the same time, he turned the lantern and said slowly: "Let's follow the villain back to the mansion. The officials may give you clothes to keep out the cold."

"Thank you...thank you." Fangzheng thought for a while, but there seemed to be no other way at the moment, so he could only nod his head and follow the other party forward.

Not long after the two walked along the small path, there was a turning point in front of them, and the eyes suddenly opened up.

In this dense forest, there is actually an antique manor.

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

Ok?
Looking at the manor in front of him, Fangzheng's eyes flashed with doubt.

Everything in front of him seemed to be wrong, 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……

Breathing out lightly, a struggle appeared in Fangzheng's eyes, and the visualization map of Yan Jun, who had been practicing for a while, quietly emerged in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Om..."

The sea of ​​consciousness trembled slightly.

A statue of a god emerged steadily.

The majesty and the meaning of suppressing the four poles expanded through the body of the idol, and the fog that enveloped the mind also dissipated.

wrong!

Fangzheng narrowed his eyes and 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 boy wandering around in the forest at this time, and he was so hospitable, inviting him over without asking why.

"Guru..."

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

The other party's complexion was a little pale. Although his words were quite elegant, his eyes were dull, and he didn't look like a shrewd person.

The body is also very weak, and the feet can't follow the ground when moving, and the flowers and plants that pass along the way have not trampled to death.

?

This Nima is totally unreasonable!

"Honored guest."

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

"what happened?"

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

"It's just that I feel that the fog is too big, and my throat is a little blocked, but it's okay, I just have a headgear to wear."

As he spoke, he took out a hood that integrated a gas mask and a heat 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 houses in a row, only a group of graves occupying the night.

Dead branches, fallen leaves, cold wind, mass graves, the moonlight is covered by dark clouds, sporadic halos come from the green will-o'-the-wisps on the graves.

Counting carefully, there are probably dozens of will-o'-the-wisps, shuttling and moving on many grave mounds like living creatures.

Several people squatted among them.

Hey!
I couldn't say it a long time ago, but let me come out.

This nima is too dangerous, either the living dead or ghosts, this time I just stabbed the ghost nest, you think it's not good to stay in Gu'an County honestly?

What are you doing out there!
"Honored guest."

The boy's voice rang in his ears:

"feelling better?"

"Yeah." Under the mask, Fangzheng nodded with a wooden face:
"much better."

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

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

Ok?
Fangzheng was stunned for a moment before he came back to his senses.

His current appearance is really weird, the murderous maniac who came out of the whole Scream series, still holding a knife in his hand.

It turns out that 'ghosts' are also afraid?
Thinking about it this way, Fangzheng's mood became much calmer, and he nodded and took off the hood.

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

It's not convenient to really do it.

As for escaping...

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

That is,

No matter where you turn, you will come back here.

Similar to a ghost hitting a wall.

Fortunately, apart from myself, there are a few other people caught in it. Maybe there is a solution, and if it is impossible, they can get out until dawn.

ghost,
Even ghosts are afraid of the scorching sun.

When the scorching sun rises into the sky, the ghosts and monsters will dissipate.

"Thank you."

The boy nodded, with a smile on his face, and stretched out his hand to lead:
"Please!"

After knocking on the door, an old man with a skinny figure opened the door to greet him. After seeing Fang Zheng, he grinned with a toothless mouth.

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

"The master is having a banquet in the backyard, this young master can sit down together."

"it is good."

The boy led Fangzheng forward.

The mass burial mound is obviously not big, but when you come here, you walk through the corridors and steps, with many twists and turns, really like walking into a prosperous manor.

There are also well-dressed maidservants walking together on the road, and they avoid them early, or peek with folding fans and handkerchiefs covering their faces.

like shy,

In fact, he secretly licked the corner of his mouth, salivating as he looked at Fangzheng's back.

"arrive."

"Who is Er?"

The boy led Fangzheng into the 'backyard', before he could speak, a man in the arena roared loudly, with a masculine air rushing towards his face:

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

I don't know if it's an illusion.

When this person shouted angrily, Fangzheng felt the body of the servant in front of him suddenly shake, as if he was about to be blown away by the wind in the next moment.

"Back to the strong man."

The boy hastily cupped his hands:

"This young man lost his way in the mountains and couldn't find the direction to go down the mountain. It was getting late at this time, so he brought him here for a night."

"I think the master has a kind heart, so he will definitely agree."

"Lost?" The man who spoke was strong, with piercing eyes, and his aura was much stronger than that of the third-blooded Luo Butou.

but,

He was injured, and the injury was not serious, and the white cloth hanging on his left arm was also dyed red. He looked over with vigilance, and the audio tape asked:
"Boy, why are you going up the mountain at this time?"

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

A total of six people.

The big man who talks is not the real leader.

There is a person sitting behind him, who is dressed in Puzi embroidered with clouds and swallows, and covered with a crane cloak. He looks about 50 to [-] years old.

There is a kind of superior temperament on his body, but now he seems to be frightened by some kind of fright, curled up and trembling.

His face was also extremely pale.

Beside this person is a middle-aged scribe holding a folding fan, two delicate girls, and a thug who is similar to a nurse.

"Back to the strong man."

After quickly scanning a few people, Fangzheng cupped his hands:

"I accompanied Linghu's family in the county town into the mountain to suppress the bandits. I lost my way for some reason. Just like what this person said, I plan to stay here for a night."

"Suppress bandits?"

The man in the crane cloak sat up straight when he heard the words, his eyes lit up:
"you say……"

"To suppress bandits?"

He was obviously too excited, and he coughed repeatedly after speaking, which made the people around him panic.

"grown ups!"

"Master Yan."

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

"A few days ago, a group of bandits raided the Linghu family's mansion. Many people were killed. Naturally, the head of the Linghu family will take revenge."

"Good!" Master Yan was overjoyed:

"Good job!"

"Gong Nuyuan, there should be nothing wrong with this person, just take a seat. After all, I am the owner of this place, so don't do it for me."

"Yes." The strong man nodded:
"That's what my lord taught me."

"The visitor is the guest."

Until this moment, the master in the backyard, who was in the pavilion covered by tulle, smiled lightly, looked at Fang Zheng and nodded:
"Why should we have known each other before, my son, please sit down."

The voice is clear and sweet, it looks young, and it is full of viciousness, which makes people feel restless from the bottom of their hearts.

"Thank you."

Fangzheng bowed his hands and found a seat opposite Master Yan, and his own maid brought melons and fruits, snacks and some drinks to eat.

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

But he just took a look and looked away.

It was very clear from the heat sensor just now that there is only a grave mound here, there is no house at all, and I don't know what these foods are.

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

"Clap!"

The owner of the pavilion patted his hands and said with a smile:
"Then play music, then dance!"

Immediately, women dressed in red, willow and green came out in a file. Under the bamboo pavilion not far away, there were even women playing the piano and playing the flute.

The dance is graceful and the music is blurred.

People get addicted to it unconsciously.

However, Fangzheng's body has been tense since he stepped into the manor. No matter how beautiful dance music and music are, it is difficult to shake his heartstrings. He just pretended to appreciate it on the surface.

Secretly, I hope that time will pass faster.

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

in this way,

It wasn't until a young servant hurried over, asked for instructions, entered the pavilion, and whispered a few words in the master's ear, that the atmosphere in the venue changed.

"Oh?"

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

"I planned to take this opportunity to celebrate well, but I never thought that the mountain would be too chaotic tonight. Since it is so..., have you ever eaten and drank well?"

"Thank you for the hospitality."

Master Yan stroked his beard and said:

"I am extremely grateful for today's kindness, and I will definitely repay you after I take office."

"Master Yan, you are being polite." The man in the pavilion nodded with a smile, and said, "Speaking of which, I really have something to trouble you all."

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

Although it is true that he owed the other party a favor today, but he was so eager to ask for it, which inevitably made him unhappy.

That's all, that's all!
It is normal for a woman to have long hair and short knowledge.

At that moment, he cupped his hands, and said in a slightly indifferent voice: "Girl, please tell me, if Yan can do it, there will be no difference."

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

The people in the booth laughed lightly.

The lights in the courtyard flickered and flickered, and a beautiful woman's face appeared in the field, smiling at several people.

The key is……

Only one face!

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

dimly see,
ghost line,
Reveal the peach blossom face.

The ethereal voice lingers in the field:
"I've been stuck here for decades, and I haven't had a full meal. You guys came at just the right time. Why don't you take pity on us?"

"let us……"

"Fill your stomach once!"

next moment.

All the ghosts came out.

"Ugh..."

The wind howled.

(End of this chapter)