Chapter 85

They continued to move along the river, only about a hundred miles away from the source of the Yongjiang River, and there were more and more strange things.

Qin Mu saw that the lights in front were bright and shining in the dark. There was a village, and the lights looked very eye-catching in the dark.

In the village, an old man was pasting paper and binding paper boats. After being tied, the paper boats flew out of the village and docked by the river. Wet men and women boarded the boat in the river, and then the paper boats floated to the middle of the river, where the fog was filled, and the paper boats disappeared in the fog.

"That's Yin difference."

The village head whispered, "appear at night and extradite the people who died in the river. Don't disturb them."

"Yin difference?"

Qin Mu was curious and looked at the old man more. The old man's face was blurred, as if he could not see his face across a layer of yarn.

The old man in the village seemed to feel it. Looking up to him, Qin Mu's hair was creepy. He only felt his soul wavering and seemed to fly out of his body. But at this time, a loud Buddha sound came from his eyebrows, and the Tathagata mark planted by master Ma in his eyebrows brightened greatly, blocking the old man's eyes.

"The living stop." The old man bowed his head and continued to paste the paper boat, and a voice came.

The village head said cautiously, "shepherd, don't interfere in the world after death."

"The world after death?"

Qin Mu was stunned and said, "we are clearly in the ruins. This is not the world after death. Why does the village head say so..."

"There are many strange places in the ruins, which connect many worlds. That small village is where the world after death borders the real world."

The village head said, "there is not only such a place in the ruins, but also a similar place outside the ruins. If you go out of the ruins and see such a village and such an old man, don't bother. As long as you don't provoke them, they won't interfere in the real world. However, they know a lot and can ask them the way. Taoist brother, dare to ask how to get to Wuyou Township?"

The old man in the village raised a finger and pointed to the darkness: "you can't go to the real worry free hometown..."

The village head thanked them, and they continued to move forward. After walking an unknown distance, the jade pendant on Qin Mu's chest suddenly fluttered gently and pointed forward.

Qin Mu's heart moved: "village head!"

The village head looked back at this scene and nodded gently. Qin Mu took off the jade pendant, hesitated, and let go.

The jade pendant fluttered and flew forward. The village head immediately followed the jade pendant with Qin Mu. The jade pendant floated faster and faster, like a meteor cutting through the darkness.

Qin Mu and the village head hurried to catch up, and suddenly heard only a whew, as if the ball fell into the lake, and the jade pendant hit an invisible membrane wall, sending ripples in the air.

Qin Mu and the village head suddenly seemed to have a strange world in front of them. With the ripples slowly unfolding, in front of them was a vast world shrouded in fog, towering mountains, vast, deep in the dark, overlapping with the dark, but not dark.

"There is another world in the dark!"

The village head took him to catch up with him. Qin Mu grabbed the jade pendant and couldn't suppress his excitement: "is this Wuyou Township? Will my parents be here?"

In his hand, the jade pendant is still jumping, as if to fly to the position of the master.

Qin Mu hung the jade pendant on his chest, let the jade pendant lead the way, and walked forward. The village head hurriedly blocked in front of him. His face was calm and said, "mu'er, we have come here. Don't worry, step by step. It's very strange here..."

Qin Mu calmed down and walked forward. The mountains here are beautiful, but covered with fog, it seems a little vague. Is this really carefree town?

Doesn't that mean they can't get to worry free Township?

The fog was vast ahead, and the mountains were looming. Qin Mu suddenly made a crisp click at his feet. Only a voice said, "you hurt me..."

Qin Mu was startled and hurriedly looked down. He saw a withered palm pulled out of the soles of his feet, and then a skeleton poked its head out of the fog, with empty eyes looking at him.

"People!"

The skeleton screamed, and the shrill voice echoed in the misty world, which was very harsh.

Qin Mu hurriedly stepped back, and his feet made another click. Then he saw that there were countless dead bones on the ground. I don't know how many bones had accumulated and piled up. I don't know how deep!

His eyes revolved in the Ninth Heaven, looking at the mountains in the fog, and he couldn't help fighting several cold wars.

The mountains in the fog are actually made of countless bones, which are piled into peaks and hidden in the fog!

Qin Mu's hair was creepy, and the bones on the ground stood up one by one. Skeletons stood wobbly in the gray fog, listening to all kinds of distorted voices echoing in the fog: "people? Where are people?"

"No one has appeared here for a long time! Who can break into here?"

"They have meat, we have no meat, take their meat -"

……

The village head frowned and looked into the distance. The mountains in the distance were shaking. Then the mountains stood up, like a monster composed of countless white bones, and stepped forward. As they walked along the white bone mountain, countless skeletons danced and ran happily to climb the mountain, making these white bone giants bigger and bigger.

Some of the bones also have the power of gods and demons, which are obviously the bones of gods and demons!

The skull's noisy voice was noisy and disorderly, and I don't know how many voices were crying to eat the people who rushed here.

"Where did you get so many dead bones?"

The village head also couldn't help feeling a little angry. A few little skeletons only three feet tall ran quickly from the fog, hugged Qin Mu's legs and bit them. Qin Mu smashed these skeletons with one palm, but more skeletons rushed frantically, like the waves of the sea, which was very frightening!

The village head's vitality overflowed and turned into sword lights, but there were too many skeletons here. Even he had a headache, especially those divine bones and magic bones, which were more difficult to deal with.

But at this time, Qin Mu Mei's heart was shining, and an empty shadow of a giant Buddha appeared. Sitting behind them, countless skeletons screamed and fled in all directions.

There are many skeletons gathered together during the running and became running giants. Some giants stumbled and fell to the ground, turning into countless skeletons, running and gathering together, becoming skeleton giants.

Qin Mu breathed a sigh of relief. The virtual shadow of the Buddha left by master Ma in the center of his eyebrows had a miraculous effect on these strange skeletons, which could make them dare not come close.

The skeleton mountain in the distance also stopped and looked from a distance. Seeing the Giant Buddha behind Qin Mu, he dared not approach.

The fog gently rippled like waves. The fog between the skeleton mountains made it look like a sea of fog. Suddenly, a light came. Qin Mu Ning looked at it and was slightly stunned. He saw a boat floating between the two skeleton mountains.

This leaf of the boat floats on the fog. A lantern is hung on a lonely mast in the bow of the boat. There is no sail, and the lantern emits a weak light.

And behind the boat, the first boatman in a torn coir raincoat stood there swinging the oars, wearing a hat. Under the lantern, there was another man sitting there, also wearing a hat, unable to see his face.

The boat soon swung in front of them. The man under the lantern stood up, turned around, bowed to the boatman and took out a gold coin.

The boatman reached out and took the gold coin. Qin Mu immediately saw that the boatman's palm didn't have any blood!

Under the bamboo hat and in the coir raincoat, there was a skeleton!

Skeleton boating!

The man under the lantern stepped out of the boat and saw Qin Mu and the village head. He was slightly stunned, bowed and saluted, and his voice was old: "Taoist brother."

Qin Mu and the village head bowed back: "brother."

The man pressed his hat and walked out.

The village head suddenly said, "brother Dao, stay."

The man stopped.

The village head said, "brother Dao, do you have any money left?"

The man was hoarse and said with a smile, "you didn't bring money, so you want the ghost to push the mill?"

The village head smiled and said, "so I want to borrow some from brother Dao."

Laughter came from under the bamboo hat: "old sword God, I haven't seen you for a long time. There are few people left in your time. It's fate to meet here. Anyway, I'll give you a few Wen Fengdu coins."

He stretched out his palm, in which several gold coins floated.

The village head's face was dignified, and his vitality became apparent. He grew arms and legs, slowly stretched out his palm, and grabbed the gold coin in his hand.

The palms of the two people touched each other and their bodies shook for a while.

The man under the hat retracted his arm, turned around and walked away, sighed, "you are old, but you are still better than me. Fortunately, I am a few years younger than you, and I can live longer than you."

The village head watched him go away and said, "you are stronger than before, but I may not live long."

"Hard to say."

The man under the hat jumped and disappeared. The village head opened his palm, and four gold coins fell into Qin Mu's hands. Then the arms, legs and feet of his vitality became dim and said, "mu'er, let's board the ship."

Qin Mu was nervous and boarded the boat. The village head also floated up and leaned against the mast. The boatman at the back of the boat turned the bow. The boat was long and smooth, heading for the fog deep in the skull mountain.