Fang Zheng thought.

This woman should have brought this jade pendant and underworld object during her lifetime.

Then I don’t know why, or this jade pendant of the underworld is a bit extraordinary, and I still never leave my body after death.

Even because the underworld and the ghost cooperated with each other, some unexpected changes in ability occurred.

These are all Fang Zheng’s guesses, but this also made Fang Zheng verify another conjecture.

There is no damaged underworld, and it can perform its abilities normally in the blessed land...

So, next he will be careful of those with underworld weapons and mixing into the team.

Even he, a civilian, can enter the blessed land. Fang Zheng doesn't believe it, so others will have no means.

Just like Gao Shuhua, Fang Zheng knew that this daughter of the Gao family, the daughter of the painting skin, was also in the blessed land at this moment.

It was just that because it was inconvenient to contact the camp, he had lost contact with Gao Shuhua for a while.

...

Finally, the woman who was begging for a child in the middle of the night was solved. Fang Zheng came to the collapse site of the tunnel. It took a lot of time before he opened the tunnel again.

The tunnel was not too deep. The square, holding the spare flashlight, quickly found the whole thing.

Then Fang was in the tunnel and found a male corpse lying in a pool of blood. The male corpse was still very young, with the tenderness and youthfulness of a high school student on his face.

There is also a elixir furnace in the tunnel, but this elixir furnace is slightly smaller than the elixir furnace in the Medicine King Hall outside, only about one person taller.

The boy died next to the alchemy furnace. The person had been dead for a while. The surface of his body was filled with tooth marks of eating, and almost half of the body was left.

Fang Zheng sighed lightly.

Unexpectedly, someone died on the first day.

What he was most worried about finally happened.

Unexpectedly, in his eyes, Master Feng, who looked like a normal person, kindly persuaded him to leave the blessed land, was no different from others. He was driven crazy by the time here, and even more thoroughly than others.

What is even more ironic is that during the day, Master Feng also made him wary of people and made him beware of the people here.

Although Fang Zheng did not know the identity of the dead on the ground, he still planned to bury him well. When everyone died, let him be buried in peace.

As for taking the body out of the city and letting the country take the boy back to the other party's parents, Fang Zheng finally gave up this idea.

Now he is in the ghosts all over the city.

Everyone can't take care of themselves.

Bang!

Suddenly, an abnormal sound interrupted Fang Zheng's thoughts.

Fang Zheng's expression showed a little strange. This sound sounded very similar to the sound he had heard in the Medicine King Hall before.

He quickly found the source of sound, and it was in the alchemy furnace. When he opened the alchemy furnace, he found that there was only one woman's arm in the alchemy furnace.

The surface of the woman's arms was covered with dirt such as wood ash, grass ash, carbon ash, and other dirt, which looked dirty.

It seems that the woman has been trapped in her arms for a long time, and she does not struggle as hard as she imagined. She only moves occasionally, as if her fingertips are writing something with her fingers in a furnace. No wonder she only hears some strange noises occasionally.

Fang Zheng thought about his eyes and looked surprised, "Master Feng, shouldn't he always think about refining this woman's arm into a ten-full-tonifying pill?"

"This alchemy furnace is Master Feng's real alchemy furnace?"

Because Fang Zheng rubbed his fingers and found that there were still a lot of charred and grass dust in the furnace. It seemed that Master Feng spent a lot of time on the woman's arm.

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng inexplicably had a strange thought, "Why did that woman who was begging for a child in the middle of the night look very hungry? Is her real purpose? I just happened to hit the muzzle?"

This conjecture is not impossible.

However, he killed the woman and Master Feng also killed it. This was destined to be a result without results. Fang Zheng simply stopped asking for trouble and thought too much.

What he has to consider now is what to plan next?

But it is obvious that the ** woman's arm found this time gave Fang Zheng some inspiration.

If Master Feng really existed for less than a hundred or two years, it would be impossible for him to have no savings, right?

When building this Lingshan Taoist temple, you will cut a tree and carry a stone. You will eventually dig some strange treasures in the blessed land, right? For example, spiritual herbs and medicines that are important to practitioners, special ores, etc.

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng's eyes lit up immediately.

...

The next day.

early morning.

The world had just been polished, and Fang Zheng was neatly placed in front of him for a night of labor harvest. He dug three feet into the ground and collected it all his life.

First of all, there are a pile of herbs that are rotten and black or withered and necrotic. What a pity... Because ghosts cannot be used and cannot be used for practice, they will eventually be wasted withering and wasted.

The best preserved ones are a few ore.

These ores are all irregular in shape.

There are still a few dead branches.

A few leaves.

The two small balls of spider silk that are sticky and crystal-clear like crystals. They should be spider silk? Fang Zheng thought. The two small balls of spider silk are less than one or two more.

And…the last nut?

Fang Zhengzhen doubted that Master Feng would be a squirrel, right?

If it weren't for squirrels to build their nests, people would collect branches, leaves, spider silk, nuts, and stones on the roadside?

All of the above things are known to him.

But he didn't recognize them.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't know him. He can run back to the camp to ask someone, but he is sure that he can't use the treasures of these spiritual energy.

After looking at the sky, Fang Zheng decided to take the morning to leave the city, but before leaving, Fang Zheng happily removed a few bed boards and pulled a few sheets.

He sneaked out of the Taoist temple, and saw that the people on the road during the day had returned to kindness, peace and peace, and then he closed the door of the Taoist temple and pasted a piece of paper with a bang.

In a private place, there are evil dogs inside.

I have something to do today, so I will thank the guests behind closed doors.

Then Fang Zheng, who was constantly looking at the passers-by on the street, carried large and small bags, made a shoulder pole with bamboo, and left the city with a merry gaze.

...

Not long after, in the open area of ​​the Fudi Security Zone, a night tour envoy responsible for patrol noticed Fang Zheng, who was carrying a large bag and his eyes were shining, and he ran back excitedly.

Just under Yeyou's curious eyes, Fang Zheng knocked and beat the bed boards that he had dismantled quickly stood up in the open space.

Fang Zheng hung several pieces of cloth that were obviously bed sheets firmly onto the wooden board, and then wrote a few lines of fonts on it, just as flags.

The night tour made me curious and looked at what was written on the banner?

But when I saw it clearly, my eye muscles twitched. Where is the knife, my knife, my forty-meter big knife...

Which naughty child is this? It’s so inappropriate.

No one cares about him!!

Others go to the blessed land to practice, make treasures and brush materials, but they go to the blessed land to be like making a mess!!!
Chapter completed!