Supernatural: a Poor Monk Becomes Stronger when He Crosses a Ghost

Far from the city.

And a long part of the road is a mountain road, which is not suitable for driving.

However, the old man Qin You's cards are still very good, and he was picked up by helicopter.

Amitabha!

Hony has never been in a helicopter before.

After the helicopter starts.

The driver was very nervous.

Because the monk on the co-pilot next to him has been staring at him since he got on the plane.

And there was a look of eagerness on his face.

But this monk shouldn't be so reckless, right?

This is not a car, if the helicopter falls!

This is over...

"Amitabha..." Hong Yi looked at the various buttons in front of the driver with a novel look, and couldn't help but ask:

"Donor, do I need a driver's license to fly a helicopter?"

"Uh..." The driver glanced at him sideways and whispered:

"Yes, it's hard to get a helicopter driver's license..."

What are you asking?!

Do I need a license to fly a helicopter?

Can you drive without a driver's license?

"Amitabha!"

"Does the helicopter still need a driver's license?"

"The poor monk has been flying for so long, but I haven't seen any traffic police in the sky!"

Hong Yi didn't understand a little!

"Donor, are helicopters expensive?"

"Very expensive... This one is about 8000 million!"

"Amitabha, it's so expensive! Donor, have you ever met a ghost driving a helicopter in the middle of the night?"

Driver: "..."

The chat is over!

This monk has a problem with his mind, the ghost who drives the helicopter?

Is there such a ghost?

The driver is an old driver.

The helicopter drives smoothly and is fast.

Before dark, they stopped in an open space closest to the battlefield of death.

Hongyi carried his bag and jumped down first.

Nan Ling also jumped down with the four team members.

They are all dressed in black, looking very capable.

"Amitabha!"

Hong Yi stood in the open space, looking at the strong dead aura in the distance, his brows furrowed tightly.

It's really weird!

In the entire gray-white dead aura, nothing could be seen.

And the smell of rotting corpses kept floating over from a distance.

Logically speaking, the soldiers who died in the battlefield of death should have no bones, and they could smell rotten.

Are they all zombies?

"Go... let's get closer and see!"

Hong Yi took out the lighted gas mask from his bag and walked forward slowly.

The closer it is to the dead air area, the more desolate it is.

Who would have thought that there would be such a strange place in the green mountains.

The rich death energy is like a scourge, dividing the entire area into two completely different worlds.

This side is lush and green, full of life.

The other side was lifeless, all the trees and plants were withered and yellow, and even the ground was dry and cracked.