Chapter 206: Unexpected Grave

When the mummy mysteriously disappeared, a slowly rotating white hole suddenly appeared at the mouth of the dry well where it was before.

Fang Xiu glanced at the white hole indifferently, then turned and left the ancient house. He was going to the next stop, the cemetery.

After walking three stops in a row, he wanted to see what the final stop, the cemetery, was like.

The strength of the ancient house stop was obviously much stronger than the first two stops. If it weren't for the death rollback, I'm afraid the whole army would be wiped out.

The horror of the fourth stop, the cemetery, must be even higher. Fang Xiu had already prepared to die many times, and then go to take a look at the style of the cemetery.

His intuition told him that such a mysterious and strange train could choose to quit every time he defeated a level. All signs showed that the cemetery must have hidden something incredible.

Just like the secret trial in fantasy novels, the greater the difficulty, the higher the reward.

And all of this, no matter how you look at it, is artificially arranged. What is the purpose of the person who arranged this place? How powerful should he be?

At least, a fourth-level strongman couldn't do it. Fang Xiu was sure of this because he had fought with a fourth-level Spade A. Although Spade A's domain was powerful, it didn't have such amazing means.

Soon, Fang Xiu walked out of the ancient house.

When everyone saw Fang Xiu walk out intact, no one was surprised, as if they thought Fang Xiu had just come back from dinner.

In everyone's mind, since Fang Xiu dared to walk into the ancient house alone, he must have seen the future long ago and knew that he could easily solve it alone.

To put it bluntly, when Fang Xiu decided to enter alone, in everyone's view, the future was already doomed and there would be no accidents.

Only Hei Jiji's beautiful eyes flickered, and her eyes kept blooming as she looked at Fang Xiu.

"Get on the train."

Everyone nodded and got on the strange train.

In the car, Heijiji came over: "Brother Xiu, what kind of weirdness is inside the ancient house? Is it strong? Are you injured?"

Fang Xiu calmly looked at the false concern on her face, and said lightly: "Things that are already dead are not worth mentioning again."

After that, he began to close his eyes and rest, ready to go all out to the cemetery.

Heijiji looked at Fang Xiu who was resting with his eyes closed, curled his lips in dissatisfaction, and stopped talking.

Soon, the fourth stop, the cemetery, arrived.

After everyone got off the car, they saw a cemetery that stretched as far as the eye could see.

On the gray-white land, there stood countless scattered graves.

The distribution of these graves was extremely strange, some were very scattered, separated by dozens of meters, and some were very concentrated, with five or six clustered together, giving people a very uncoordinated feeling.

There was also a faint gray mist floating in the cemetery, blurring people's vision and making everything hazy.

Seeing this faint gray fog, Fang Xiu frowned immediately, because he had seen similar gray fog before, and the last place he saw gray fog was... the other side!

However, the gray fog in front of him was different from the gray fog on the other side. The gray fog in the cemetery was much lighter than the gray fog on the other side, as if it was diluted several times.

Could it be...

Fang Xiu had a vague guess in his heart, he walked straight into the cemetery and stepped on the gray-white land.

Everyone followed closely behind him, and Zhao Hao said with some fear: "Why is this fog gray? Isn't it poisonous?"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a strong inhalation sound next to him.

It was Fang Xiu.

Fang Xiu took a deep breath and sucked a lot of gray fog into his chest.

"Brother Xiu, you..." Zhao Hao was stunned.

Then, Fang Xiu slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air: "Well, that's the smell."

He was basically sure that this faint gray fog came from the other side, because the smell was the same, and inhaling it into the chest was like inhaling sulfuric acid, which severely eroded the internal organs.

Not only can his physique adapt to the real other shore, let alone this diluted gray fog.

"Cough cough..." Zhao Hao and Fatty suddenly started coughing violently.

The cough was as if they were going to cough out their lungs. They couldn't say a word and just kept coughing.

As they coughed, blood began to flow out of their mouths and noses, and they actually started to cough up blood.

The faces of the other people changed slightly.

"The fog is poisonous!"

Looking at the two people who were about to cough out their hearts, Fang Xiu asked them to go back, stay away from the cemetery, and wait at the edge of the strange train.

"This fog has a strong corrosive effect on humans. Only a third-level spirit master can resist it. Zhao Hao and Fatty, you two stay and wait."

Then Fang Xiu took Yang Ming and others to continue to go deep into the cemetery. He wanted to find out the relationship between this place and the other shore.

The other shore is very important to him. It is his final destination, because wherever there is weirdness, there will be him. The other shore is the home of weirdness, which is also his home.

Since the day Fang Xiu saw the other shore, he set a goal, and finally one day, he flattened the other shore!

As the crowd continued to go deeper, the gray fog became thicker, and even Yang Ming and others would cough from time to time.

Fang Xiu knew very well that the body of a third-level spirit master could not survive in the other shore. The reason why Yang Ming and others were able to enter the cemetery was not because they were strong enough, but because the gray fog here was relatively thin.

If this is the real other shore, then everyone except himself will die.

Even if Hei Jiji can deceive himself, it will be useless. Sooner or later, he will die of exhaustion of spiritual energy.

There are only two ways to survive in the other shore. One is to be strong enough to ignore the gray fog. At present, it seems that the third-level spirit master cannot do this. It is still unknown whether the fourth-level can do it.

The second is to become weird. Since the other shore is the home of weirdness, as long as you become weird yourself, you can survive in the other shore.

There is no other way.

This is the horror of the other shore. Not to mention those powerful weirdness, it is impossible for humans to survive.

There is fog from the other shore in the cemetery, and it is very thin. Fang Xiu guessed that perhaps the deeper you go in these stations, the closer you are to the other shore, so there will be a faint mist flowing out.

What is the final station burial ground? Will it be another name for the other shore?

Everything needs to be checked in person.

As they walked along, they carefully observed the dynamics around them, and their minds were tense to the extreme.

One is that the fog alone has such great power, and it is conceivable how strong the weirdness behind will be. The second is that Fang Xiu has not yet said the words that make everyone feel at ease.

I have seen the future.

This is like a reassurance pill. No matter how dangerous the environment is, or how powerful the weirdness is, as long as this is said, everyone will be like taking a reassurance pill, not nervous, not afraid, and even very relaxed.

"Look, there seems to be a name on this tombstone." Heijiji pointed to a nearby tombstone and said.

Everyone looked and saw that it was written: Tomb of Zhou Zhennan.

No one had any impression of this name.

They kept looking at the tombstones around, and each tombstone had their own name on it.

Chen Yongjun, Song Xiangrong, Yang Shufen, Li Fangfang, Chen Jianguo...

"Have you noticed that these names always feel very retro." Heijiji seemed a little surprised.

"Could this be the tomb of someone who died a hundred years ago?"

"It is very likely that the three stations we have passed so far have more or less the color of a hundred years ago, and so do these names now. We are not really traveling through time and space and returning to a hundred years ago, right?" Yang Ming was inexplicably excited.

"Idiot, what are you happy about!" Bai Qi scolded.

Yang Ming smiled and said, "Traveling back a hundred years ago, this is traveling back a hundred years ago. With our modern knowledge, going back a hundred years ago is a dimensionality reduction attack. With our familiarity with history, it is easy to become the world's richest man!"

Everyone was speechless. Yang Ming's focus was always different from that of ordinary people.

Hei Jiji even rolled his eyes helplessly: "Is he really the captain of Green Vine City? You Green Vine City has a captain like him, and you can still survive until now. It's really God's blessing."

Yang Ming was slightly stunned: "Hey, how do you know it's God's blessing? Did you know me before?"

Hei Jiji: "........."

Fang Xiu ignored the noise of the crowd, but walked calmly towards the depths of the cemetery.

Suddenly, his steps paused, his pupils unconsciously dilated, and his eyes were fixed on a tombstone.

"Brother Xiu, what's wrong? Why don't you leave?" Yang Ming asked in surprise.

But Fang Xiu didn't answer, still staring at the very ordinary tombstone.

Just because there are a few big words engraved on it: Zhou Qingfeng's Tomb!

(There will be another chapter later)