There’s an Evil Spirit Here

In this talk, the sky quickly darkened.

Feng Daochang glanced at the sky, and then apologized to Fang Zheng: "Senior Brother, I am still in the pottery of the Yaowang Palace, and I am still cooking a pot of potion.

Then I arranged a room for Founder and let Founder rest early.

However, before leaving, Feng Daochang's worried kindness persuaded the sentence founder: "Brother, if it is not necessary, after the tonight in Taoist temple, he should leave Blessed Land as soon as possible. The dangerous land of Blessed Land is far beyond imagination."

"No one who lives in this city regrets that he has entered the blessed land in this life, resulting in eternal life and eternal life trapped in this corner. When he first died, everything was normal, and for a long time, everyone was all Go crazy. "

Feng Daochang persuaded before leaving, Fang was in a deep thought after entering the room.

Undoubtedly, the blessed land is different from everyone's imagination.

People will die here.

After death, he will be trapped in the blessed land for life.

As Feng Daochang said before he left, the danger of the blessed land is far beyond imagination.

A little carelessness is that I am trapped here for life. This is a prison life that is longer than a century. I can't die, I can't die, I can't live, I can't give birth to a normal person.

Is Founder afraid of death?

As long as it is a person, of course, fear of death.

But he came in luckily.

This is a ghost of a blessed place, a dangerous place for others, but it is the greatest opportunity for his life.

There is a stubble of leeks that can be cut, why not cut it?

Shameful waste.

Why can the capitalist empire become a developed country? It was not by plundering the colony that the accumulation of primitive capital was completed.

Founder's mind is slowly sketching a grand cause ...

For example, how to first reclaim the blessed land into a vegetable garden and complete his original capital accumulation by cutting leeks every day ... to light up more runes on the human skin scriptures.

After cutting the leeks, I wondered how to get wool from other people who entered the blessing ...

Cut leeks and wool, and never break them.

When others enter the blessed land, it is a serious push copy stream, playing a big dragon, taking BUFF, and brushing Reiki experience. This is not a push copy stream game.

And Founder entered the blessed land, turned the push copy streaming game, and turned into a farming and streaming game. Others pushed copies, he farmed, others played big dragons, he took wool, others took BUFF, equipment, and experience. He could Cut the leek.

Founder is about to start being unjust again.

Of course, you can't forget Gou's development.

This is his heart.

He must stick to his heart.

Life must not be too turbulent. The gun shoots the bird and the wind blows the head.

In fact, there is an answer to Founder ’s heart as to why he knew he was in danger and wanted to enter the blessed land without turning back.

Now the outside world is no longer calm!

All the ancient and immortal, Sangtian's return to the sea's existence is slowly recovering from the silence and the run-down. This is the trend that history cannot stop. You have to struggle hard.

Like ordinary people who don't understand anything, it's impossible to be muddled, comfortable with the status quo, and then don't know when to die.

Isn't there a sentence that calls me destiny?

Just as Founder settled his thoughts, sitting cross-legged on the bed and trying to regain his true energy as soon as possible, all of a sudden, there was a quiet night and a strange noise came from outside the quiet room.

The strange sound seemed like someone was moving a flower pot outside his room, and it was like someone was wandering outside his room and his leg accidentally hit the flower pot.

In the Taoist temple at night, it is silent, quiet, and a little bit of wind and grass, and it will look particularly clear.

The abnormal sound outside the room immediately alarmed to Founder.

"Who?"

"Is it a brother?"

In the blessed land where the danger is unknown, Founder naturally dared not relax with all his heart. A little wind and grass outside the door could not escape his increasingly sensitive five senses. He immediately closed his eyes and quit cultivation.

Fang Zheng just opened his eyes and saw that Yue Yuehua projected from the outside through the paper window paper, pale and pale.

There seemed to be a dark black figure lying on the outside of the window. He was putting his head in front of the window, trying to look into his room.

"If you are a brother, you can just push the door in. The latch hasn't fallen." Founder said as he reached out and grabbed the knife case beside him.

As a result, the black figure lying outside his window, motionless, just put his head outside the window, quietly looking at the Founder in the room.

"Brother Dao, if it's you, please answer it again?" Founder narrowed his eyes, stood up, and lifted the knife box.

The head outside the window was still motionless.

The front face was cold.

He went to the door and planned to open the door, but he found that the door without the latch was not opened at all, as if the wind outside the door sucked the door.

Crunch ...

It was at this moment that the window was pushed open by the head outside the window.

Founder's eyes fell: "Hide your head and show your tail, pretend to be a ghost!"

boom!

The door of the room was pulled by Fang Zheng directly, and it was blown into pieces of broken wooden boards and brushed. The figure of Fang Zheng was rushing out like a cheetah.

At this time the ghost knife has been unsheathed.

However ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ The open space outside the window is empty, empty, cold and dark, nothing unusual. Even Founder checked the ground outside the window and found no footprints.

Founder stood outside the room and found out that the entire Taoist temple after dark was actually dark.

Not even the candlelight of an oil lamp.

Founder glanced left and right, his eyes pondered, and there was a cold color, and he returned to the room, but he found that the only oil lamp in the room was turned off somehow.

The room was black and dark, with only a little moonlight, but the cold-colored moonlight, when it fell into the room, was pale white, but it was even more gloomy.

Perhaps it was because he opened the door just too much, and the gust of wind brought out the oil lamp ... Thinking about this, at this moment, with the red light of the cinnabar ink line on the knife box, he has returned to the Founder in the room again, looking at the thoughtful look The window was pushed open.

Next, after re-igniting the fuel lamp, Fangzheng immediately looked around the room and found nothing, no footprints or mud on the ground in front of the window sill.

After thinking for a while, Fang Zhengmeng looked up at the room beam.

Oh.

Isn't there a corpse on the beam of the heaviest room?

boom!

Roughly pushed open the door,

Ok? Isn't it hidden behind the door?

Is that under the bed or in the closet? As a result, I searched the entire room and found nothing.

This Taoist view is definitely problematic!

It is definitely not as simple as the surface!

Now that he found something wrong, Founder couldn't live in peace anymore. He held up the oil lamp and planned to go out to find out how deep the water is in this view. As a result, call!

The oil lamp was blown out by the night wind as soon as it left the room.

I tried several times later, and every time I just went out, the oil lamp was blown out inexplicably by the wind.

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