My life of martial arts training

Qiao Xiuxiu looked at the still Fengyang Village and relaxed; "Don't be anxious about the aliens, it's best to take it slow."

He looked at Pan Hongyu and others and said; "Brother Pan, the situation of Fengyang Village..."

"Give it to them." Pan Hongyu was unhappy, but he could only take out the topographic map.

If the other party didn't solve the aliens, they could leave, and at most their salary would be reduced.

But he couldn't do that. In order to serve as the person in charge of the Fengyang Mine, he spent a lot of money. If he left now, he would lose a lot.

So Pan Hongyu and others could only suppress their anger and dared not do anything to Shen Yuan and others.

The big man with the giant hammer took out a bag and threw it over with an unhappy face.

"Thank you." Shu Chengzi smiled faintly and untied the bag. There was a map inside, as well as other information about Fengyang Village.

The other four people came over and memorized the topography of Fengyang Village.

There are two main types of ghost domains; one reflects reality, and the situation in the ghost domain is the same as outside.

Another is the change of the aliens themselves, the situation inside will change drastically, and no one knows what will happen.

"Why, a small village has to remember it for so long?" A thin man with a fierce face sneered.

"So you are very powerful?"

Wan Ze glanced at him and said disdainfully; "Why don't you go in and try first?"

"You..." The thin man's face suddenly became ugly, but he couldn't refute.

"Shut up!" Pan Hongyu said expressionlessly.

"Brother Pan, they are so arrogant that they don't take you seriously at all, and the things that the deacon told them to do..." The thin man said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Brother Pan, Zhang Ke is right." The giant hammer man stared at Shen Yuan and others with his eyes.

"I know my limits."

Pan Hongyu glanced at Zhang Ke, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

How could he not know the other party's plan, it was nothing more than wanting him to kill these Zhiyang warriors immediately.

But if they kill people, who will deal with the White Walkers? Will they rely on those deacons who can only talk?

If the White Walkers are not dealt with, who dares to stay here? Isn't it themselves who will suffer the loss?

Even if they want to kill, they have to wait until the White Walkers in Fengyang Village are dealt with. Pan Hongyu is not a dog of those deacons, and he will do whatever they say.

Time passed slowly, and soon it was three quarters after noon.

Shen Yuan, Shu Chengzi and others took out the prepared dry food and ate it slowly.

"No intelligence, what a waste." Wan Ze bit on the meat pie and muttered softly.

"After entering the ghost domain, if we are scattered, I will send a signal and gather together as soon as possible." Shu Chengzi said.

"Can it be used in the ghost domain?" Manshan asked.

"Yes, this is a special flare." Shu Chengzi nodded and looked at the four people with a smile;

"You prepared for a day yesterday, and you must have prepared a lot of good things. I hope you won't be stingy at the critical moment."

Everyone was silent for a moment and nodded.

"Okay, let's go." Leng Mu said calmly.

Several people packed up their things and walked onto the road paved with bluestone.

Qiao Xiujian, Pan Hongyu and others saw them entering the village, worried that the outbreak of the aliens would implicate themselves, and hurriedly retreated, not daring to get too close.

When Shen Yuan and his team were still fifty feet away from Fengyang Village, something incomprehensible appeared in front of them.

Fengyang Village seemed to be distorted by some strange power. In the illusion, Shen Yuan and his team seemed to see the shadow of another village.

It was a village shrouded in the depths of darkness, and the whole picture could not be seen. Shen Yuan heard a few children crying, neighbors laughing, and even a few crying with resentment from the inky darkness.

A completely different village began to appear in everyone's vision.

Horror, unspeakable horror!

Everything in the ghost domain is like a mirage, making people feel reality in illusion.

It appeared!

The five people's hearts sank.

The next second, the heaviness in everyone's eyes turned into fear. They saw the willow trees outside the village withering and cracking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Scarlet blood flowed out of the cracked trunk, like a single eye, looking at the five people with resentment.

Waves of corruption and stench began to permeate the air.

The sky not far behind was very bright, but the place where Shen Yuan and others were was gloomy and dim.

The world seemed to be completely divided from not far away, one yin and one yang.

The five people suppressed their fear and continued to walk towards Fengyang Village.

When they arrived at the entrance of the village, Fengyang Village in front of them had a huge fluctuation, and there was an invisible suction force trying to suck the five people into the village.

The five people struggled subconsciously, but in the face of this strange force, it was useless.

Qiao Xiujian, Pan Hongyu and others who were hiding far away saw the figures of the five people who were still on the bluestone road twisted and then suddenly disappeared, and a chill lingered deeply in their hearts.

"Pan... Senior Brother Pan, how about we move back a little bit?" Qiao Xiujian's eyes were filled with indescribable fear, and he felt a chill on his back, and said in a trembling voice.

"Okay." Pan Hongyu did not try to be brave, and hurriedly retreated.

Until they could only see the outline of Fengyang Village, everyone relaxed, and then they found that their backs had been wet with sweat.

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The world was spinning.

Shen Yuan woke up as if from a dream, and then heard a noisy sound in his ears, and instantly recalled his current situation.

His eyes suddenly became sharp, and he looked around quickly.

He found that there was a mourning hall in front of him, and he was kneeling on a cushion at this time, wearing a pale mourning dress.

In front of him was a black coffin, and a long-burning lamp was burning in front of the coffin, and the weak flame was reflected in his black pupils.

He continued to look, and behind the coffin, there was a photo of the deceased.

Photo!

"Why is there a photo in this ghost place?" Shen Yuan was shocked, his eyes bulged, and his hands clenched.

Even though he had experienced a lot of wind and rain, he still felt very scared when facing something that could not appear in this world.

He suppressed his fear and looked at the photo carefully.

The photo showed a simple and honest middle-aged man, wearing a black suit, with a faint smile on his face, looking very warm.

"What the hell is going on in this place?"

Shen Yuan's face was as gloomy as water. If something like a photo could be copied, then the suit in front of him was definitely impossible.

The styles of the two worlds were completely different, and there was no possibility of it appearing.

Next to the portrait was a slightly old spirit tablet.

There was a line of golden handwriting on it.

I obviously didn't recognize these words, but I knew what they meant.

[First examine the spirit tablet of Mr. Shen Yuanfujun]

"Shen Yuan?"