The Mysterious Recovery of the Sunken World

Chapter 30 The Spiritual Land Connected with Reality
When Fang Ming dispatched ghost slaves to visit various buildings from house to house, he also encountered some ghosts.

As for how to deal with these ghosts, Fang Ming directly suppressed them with ghost slave avatars, and then put useless ones in gold and imprisoned them, and those who were interested were first put in ghost water and ghost creatures to suppress them.

I have to say that after Fang Ming's big cleansing this time, Bangziguo has become the safest place in the world in an instant, but there will be fewer people here~
Fang Ming thought to himself, "Don't thank me too much, I just do this good deed without leaving a name."

But at a certain street in Bangzi Kingdom, Fang Ming keenly noticed that some of his ghost slave avatars disappeared after entering this street.

This made Fang Ming very curious, the main body disappeared from the spot in an instant, and appeared in front of the street where the ghost slave's avatar disappeared.

I saw the sign of (Itaewon) street written on it.

Fang Ming recognized the sign, it turned out to be a famous street in Bangzi Kingdom.

Itaewon, formerly known as Litaiyuan, is close to the garrison of the beautiful country. It is a romantic place developed to meet the needs of the soldiers in the garrison. This is very common in the garrison of the beautiful country around the world.

Many women who served in the garrison were occasionally pregnant and needed to have an abortion. This is how the Liberation Institute got its name, and later it was changed to Itaewon because the name was not elegant.

Because this street was originally used to serve the garrison of the beautiful country, the signs on the signs of each store are all written in English.

Although the garrison of the beautiful country withdrew from the Bangzi country later, there are still many foreign white people coming and going in the streets of Litaiyuan, and there are also many local people from the Bangzi country also visiting this street. Most of them communicate in English, forming a diversified road. neighborhood.

In Fang Ming's view, this is quite ironic. Behind the prosperity is humiliation, and the results of the country's weakness are all borne by ordinary people.

Fang Ming looked at the busy street in the past. At this time, there was no anger in the ghost rain. There were wide open doors everywhere in the street. Those were the rooms that Fang Ming's ghost slaves had explored, and the original owner had already been taken away.

Fang Ming thought about the predecessor of this street, wondering whether there might be a ghost baby here because of too many abortions.

After thinking about it for a while, he smiled and shook his head again. The supernatural events are not like the movies I watched in my previous life, because too many people died and too much resentment happened.

Supernatural events exist if they exist, and they do not exist if they do not exist, and they are not transferred by human will.

With a thought, Fang Ming used the five layers of ghosts to scan this place, and saw that the rain was only moderate rain, and it was pouring down. The rain poured down directly through the real building, as if the two were not in the same space.

As the ghost rain fell, Fang Ming sensed the flow direction of the rain. Some of it flowed to the ghostly land connected to the ghost rain itself, and some of the ghost rain flowed to another slightly desolate spiritual land.

Fang Ming controlled the rainwater that flowed into that supernatural place to crawl out ghost slave clones one by one, and possessed them through part of his consciousness. Fang Ming also saw this supernatural place clearly.

The sky and the earth were dim, and the most conspicuous thing was an altar in the middle. In the center of the altar was a black coffin, and beside the black coffin stood a headless ghost in sacrificial attire.

Below the altar are dead ordinary people kneeling and worshiping densely, among which there are sporadic ghost slave clones sent by Fang Ming at the beginning.

When watching these dead ordinary people kneel down, they slammed their heads on the ground one by one. Some of them had their skulls broken. After kowtowing again, their entire skulls cracked and their brains slid all over the floor.

Only then did these ghost slaves stop kneeling and kneel down, and lay down straight forward, truly turning into a corpse.

Fang Ming was thoughtful when he saw this scene. It seems that this is a place of sacrifice, or a place of sacrifice. Through the sacrifices of ordinary people, the real ghosts will not leave the sealed place.

It is estimated that the abnormality in the streets of Litaiyuan has been discovered by Bangziguo long ago, but because there are not many missing people, and sacrificing a few ordinary people every once in a while can calm down the ghosts here, Bangziguo feels that this deal is still a good deal of.

At this moment, Fang Ming felt a supernatural force acting on him, and wanted to control his body to go to the altar and kneel down.

Fang Ming snorted coldly, "What is it, you little devils are worthy of my kneeling."

With a thought, light rain immediately began to fall in this desolate spiritual place, and the rain gradually became heavier. The raindrops fell on the crowd kneeling below, and immediately transformed the group of ordinary people who were killed into their own ghost slaves. Take them all into your own ghosts.

Fang Ming thought to himself, "You messed with me, and you still want to have a sacrifice to worship you, and watch me eat it all up for you."

The headless ghost wearing sacrificial robes was also covered with ghost rain. Several ghost hands stretched out from the rain, forcing it to kneel down towards Fang Ming. Every time it knelt down, black ghosts would flow out of the headless neck. Blood.

Fang Ming always felt a little weird watching the headless ghost kneeling towards him, but suddenly he thought of something.

He took out a gold box directly from the ghost beast, which contained a head. This was the head of the kowtow ghost in the ghost master team of Bangzi Kingdom.

When Fang Ming took out the head, the eyes of the silent ghost head suddenly opened, and after turning around, he looked at the body of the headless ghost wearing the sacrificial robe, and the headless ghost was also suppressed by the ghost hand. There are signs of resistance, wanting to break free from the suppression of the ghost hand.

Fang Ming felt the vibration from the ghost's hand, and was quite satisfied with the supernatural strength of this ghost. After all, a B-level ghost would completely fall into silence under his own suppression, but this ghost with such a broken puzzle still had a little bit of struggle. strength.

Putting away the ghost's head in his hand, he took out a golden coffin and put the headless ghost in it. Fang Ming shifted his gaze to the black coffin in the middle.

Fang Ming is no longer afraid of other S-level ghosts. After all, he is an S-level ghost. Except for those of the Seven Guys, other S-level ghosts don't touch each other. Who knows who is more powerful.

Fang Ming raised his right hand, and a fishing rod appeared in his hand. Fishing lines hung down from the sky, like a terrifying figure looking down at the fish pond below.

With a thought, the hooks on countless fishing lines passed through the coffin with a cold light, but they caught nothing.

Fang Ming frowned, "What's the situation? Could it be that it's a ghost in a deeper layer, so it can't be touched?"

Immediately Fang Ming strengthened his ghost spirit, as if a hole had opened above the coffin in the air, and the endless ghost rain washed towards the coffin like a waterfall, but the ghost rain passed through the coffin and still found nothing.

Fang Ming had no choice, anyway, it was his avatar who entered the supernatural land, so he could do whatever he wanted.

With a thought, I saw ghost hands protruding from the stagnant water. These ghost hands were intertwined and joined together, and finally formed a terrifying ghost hand that covered the sky and slapped the altar below.

There was a loud bang, and under the slap of the giant hand, the entire ground sank tens of meters.

After the smoke and dust passed, Fang Ming looked at the completely shattered altar and the faintly visible fragments of the broken coffin, and knew that there might really be no ghosts inside.

After waiting for a while, there was still no change. It is estimated that the ghost in the coffin had left long ago. It may be that the ghost in the coffin could not appease the ghost in the coffin after the worshiping ghost was incomplete.

The ghost in the coffin is still unknown in which corner of the world, and I hope to meet him in the future.

Seeing that there was nothing good left, Fang Ming left this spiritual place.

(End of this chapter)