The big guy behind the curtain

Chapter 146 Weird
Ye Mo thought deeply, the original book did not mention this fog, which means that this fog has dissipated in the future.

He looked up and saw that the sky was gray and a little depressing. The sun could not be seen all year round, and it was always shrouded in mist.

"You can't see it here. You need to cross the foggy area for [-] miles to really enter the no-man's land." A boatman said, coming forward to solicit business, and to carry people there.

Someone shook his head with a smile.

"It's just a fog, and it makes you so scared."

After saying that, he stepped on the treasure, rose into the air, and quickly left.

A few more people followed his footsteps and stepped into the mist together.

Ye Mo looked at his disappearing figure and shook his head.

"One less target."

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

The few monks had only gone a few tens of miles, and they immediately let out a scream.

There was the sound of a body exploding, which was quite frightening.

"The eight-hundred-mile fog area is terrible, and ordinary people can't fly." Several boatmen stepped forward to solicit business.

Everyone was amazed, this foggy area was really unusual, only one monk fled out just now, and fled back in embarrassment.

"It's good to be able to come back alive. You know, there are many unknown dangers inside." An old man said.

At this point, people dispelled their doubts and boarded the ferry one after another.

The same is true for Ye Mo and Xiran. He stood on the boat and observed carefully. The fog ahead was getting thicker and thicker. In the last few feet, it was difficult to see the scenery clearly. Without a guide, it is easy to get lost.

There was singing in the distance.
"Ding dong dong ding dong dong."

The dawn of destruction is coming

Gods are sent to reincarnation
ashes ashes
we will all die

A few words with unknown meaning constituted a strange ballad, which was extremely abrupt, and suddenly spread out in the mist!

Everyone broke out in cold sweat, their spirits were unstable, and their souls seemed to be taken away.

"What it is?"

Someone screamed, in the thick fog hundreds of meters away, there was a pair of lantern-like blood-red eyes, flickering with cold light, carrying a strong murderous intent.

As if there were countless children laughing and opening their mouths, they turned into invisible ripples, and when they hit the four directions, the fog around them was also changed, and they started to squirm.
Unexpectedly, one face after another appeared, these faces were men and women, old and young, but without exception, their expressions showed fear.

"help me!"

"Let's go!!"

"You have come to the border of death, leave quickly!"

Those faces that emerged from the mist screamed one after another, as if they wanted to hide. What was even more weird was that there were a large number of faces appearing under the ship, screaming one by one.

This scene made Ye Mo, Xiran, and everyone on board tremble, feeling a sense of creepiness.

"what happened!"

Ye Mo broke out in a cold sweat, his body trembled slightly, and he almost couldn't help going down.

"Snapped!"

A person next to him exploded in an instant, leaving no bones left, and the blood splashed everywhere, which shocked everyone.

"what."

A monk, his eyes full of horror, knelt on the ground helplessly.

Ye Mo frowned, he seemed to have seen something just now, as fast as a thunder, sneaked into the monk's body in an instant.

"Look!"

Someone shouted, and he pointed into the distance.

Ye Mo turned his head and saw an extremely horrifying scene.

Those are paper boats, which seem to have spanned endless years and drifted down from time.

The paper boat was stained with blood, there were many bloody handprints, and it was filled with black air.

night falls
Everything became silent, as if everything in the world had lost its color, sound, and soul.

Ye Mo stood alone in the night, constantly looking around.

Everyone around him fell silent.

Ye Mo looked back suddenly, those who were on the boat had disappeared, including Xi Ran, leaving him here alone.

In the absolute silence, he heard a voice, calm at first, but clearer as time passed.

That was the sound of war, the mighty soldiers and horses rushing from afar, accompanied by the sound of icy iron cavalry cutting into the human body, and the sound of a person falling to the ground.

Ye Mo listened carefully, trying to keep calm.

A hand stretched out violently and clasped it tightly against the side of the boat, making a crisp sound.

It was a bloody palm, the five fingers were separated, dripping with blood, the nail cover was black, and there were some debris on it. In the blink of an eye, the palm slowly climbed onto the boat.

The paper boat floated past, past the ship Ye Mo was on, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked straight at the paper boat.

In the next moment, Ye Mo suddenly opened his eyes wide, his scalp went numb again, and a gloomy feeling reappeared in his body again, turning into ice cold, permeating the inside and outside of his body.

In front of him, a square-like area appeared, connecting the surrounding rivers. In this square, there were three huge incense sticks burning.

They are neatly arranged.

If this is the incense of Taoism, then the three sticks of incense represent the enshrined Yuqing, Shangqing, and Taiqingjing respected by Taoism, as well as the three respected Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun, Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun, and Taiqing Daode Tianzun who live here. god.

This also corresponds to the three-day god in the age of mythology.

"Above the nine heavens, the Tao is the only one, and among all dharmas, burning incense is the first."

But that's clearly not true.

The times are wrong, and the scent of these three incense sticks is even longer.

Ye Mo held his breath, staring at the front, while carefully backing away, for fear of attracting attention.

Between the three huge incense sticks, there was a huge plate. On this plate, there were piled up like a hill, and there were countless corpses. The flesh and blood there were bloody and bloody, like a puddle of mud.

On the side, countless figures stood, their faces were expressionless, their clothes did not match modern times, there were thousands of them.

It was an eerie sight.

Everyone was dazed, standing motionless, staring at the pool of mud. No one spoke, only heavy breathing came from the square.

"What the hell is this."

"I remember that there was a description of paper boats in a perfect world, but I have forgotten the plot there"

Regarding the paper boat, he had some impressions. In the perfect world, Emperor Huangtian also encountered it, which seemed to be related to the source of darkness.

Ye Mo kept recalling that the three villains in his sea of ​​consciousness closed their eyes one after another when they saw this scene, as if they didn't dare to look more.

In the sea of ​​bitterness, the phantom of the Immortal King just glanced at the outside world and ignored it.

Chaos Qinglian was rarely quiet, it seemed to sense something, and it circled a bit slower.

A scent seemed to rise from the puddle of mud, and when it spread in all directions, it also fell into Ye Mo's nose. The smell was full of sweetness, but after it penetrated into the body, it turned into a substance enough to vomit all internal organs. The smell of corpses coming out!

Ye Mo couldn't help taking a step back, he became more and more nervous.

(End of this chapter)