Tales of Herding Gods - 85. Chapter 85

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

Qin Mu saw the bright lights ahead, shining in the darkness. There was a village, and the lights were very eye-catching in the darkness.

An old man in the village was gluing paper and tying paper boats. After the paper boats were tied up, they flew out of the village and docked on the river. The wet men and women boarded the boat, and then the paper boat floated towards the heart of the river. The dense fog was filled, and the paper boat disappeared in the dense fog.

“That’s bad luck.”

The village chief whispered: “Appear at night and extradite those who died in the river. Don’t disturb them.”

“Inferiority?”

Qin Mu was curious in his heart, and looked at the old man a few more times. The old man’s face was vague, it seemed that he could not see his face behind a layer of veil.

The old man in the village seemed to feel something. He looked up to him, Qin Mu’s hair was terrified, and his soul was shaken, as if he was about to fly out of his body. But at this moment, there was a loud Buddha sound from his eyebrows, and the Tathagata imprint planted in his eyebrows brightened, blocking the old man’s gaze.

“The living stopped.” The old man lowered his head and continued to paste the paper boat, Ruowu’s voice came.

The village chief cautiously said: “Mu’er, don’t interfere in the world after death.”

“The world after death?”

Qin Mu was stunned, and said: “We are clearly in the big market, this is not the world after death, why did the village chief say that…”

“There are many weird things in the big ruins, connecting multiple worlds. That small village is where the world after death borders the real world.”

The village chief said: “Not only is there such a place in Daxu, in fact, there are similar places outside Daxu. If you go out of Daxu and see such old people in such a village, don’t come forward and ask. As long as you don’t provoke them, neither will they Will interfere in the real world. But they know a lot and can ask them for directions. Brother Dao, dare to ask how to get to Wushou Township?”

The old man in the village raised a finger and pointed it into the darkness: “You can’t go to the real worry-free town…”

The village chief thanked them, and they continued to move forward. After an unknown distance, the jade pendant on Qin Mu’s chest suddenly floated slightly and pointed forward.

Qin Mu’s heart moved slightly: “The village chief!”

The village chief looked back to see this scene and nodded slightly. Qin Mu took off the jade pendant, hesitated for a moment, and let go of his hand.

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

Qin Mu and the village chief hurried to catch up, and suddenly only heard a squeak, like the sound of a small ball falling into the lake, and the jade pendant hit an invisible membrane wall, making ripples in the air.

Qin Mu and the village chief suddenly seemed to have a strange world unfolding slowly with the ripples. In front of them was a vast world shrouded in gray mist, the lofty mountains, the vastness, hidden deep in the darkness, overlapping with the darkness, but It’s not darkness.

“Sure enough, there is another world in the dark!”

The village chief led him to catch up. Qin Mu’s probing hand grabbed the jade pendant and couldn’t suppress the excitement in his heart: “Is this Wuyou Township? Will my parents be here?”

In his hand, the jade pendant was still leaping, as if flying towards the master’s location.

Qin Mu hung the jade pendant on his chest, let the jade pendant lead the way, and walked forward. The village chief hurriedly stood in front of him, his expression calm and said: “Mu’er, we have come here, don’t worry, come here step by step. Here It’s weird…”

Qin Mu calmed down and walked forward. The mountains here are beautiful, but the gray fog is a little fuzzy. Is this really a worry-free town?

Didn’t that bad mess mean that they couldn’t get to Wushou Township?

The gray mist ahead, the mountains looming, Qin Mu suddenly made a crackling sound under his feet, and only heard a voice saying: “You stepped on me…”

Qin Mu was taken aback, and quickly looked down, only to see a dead bone palm pulled out from the sole of his foot, and then a skeleton poked its head out of the fog, and “looked” at him with its hollow eye sockets.

“people!”

The skeleton screamed, and the shrill voice echoed in this misty world, which was very ear-piercing.

Qin Mu quickly took a step back and made another click under his feet. Only then did he see that there were countless dead bones on the ground. He didn’t know how many bones had accumulated, piled together, how deep!

The nine heavens swirled in his eyes, looking at the mountains in the gray mist, he couldn’t help but fight a few cold wars.

The mountains in the fog are actually built from countless bones, and these dead bones are piled up into peaks after another, hidden in the fog!

Qin Mu’s hair was horrified. The bones on the ground stood up one by one. Skeletons stood swayingly in the gray fog, listening to all kinds of distorted voices echoing in the fog: “People? Where are they?”

“It’s been a long time since no one has appeared here! Who can get here?”

“They have meat, we don’t have meat, take their meat–”

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The village head frowned and looked into the distance. The mountains in the distance were also shaking. Then the mountains stood up, like a monster made up of countless bones, stepping towards this side. While those White Bone Mountains were walking, there were countless skeletons jokingly running over and climbing to the mountain, making these giant white bones grow bigger and bigger.

Some bones still carry the mighty power of the gods and demons, which are obviously the bones of the gods and demons!

The noisy voices of the skeletons make a mess, and I don’t know how many voices are screaming to eat the people who enter here.

“Where did so many dry bones come from?”

The village head couldn’t help feeling a little hairy in his heart. A few small skeletons, only three feet tall, rushed over from the gray fog, hugged Qin Mu’s legs and bit them. Qin Mu smashed these skeletons one by one with a palm, but more Skeletons rushed madly, like the waves of the sea, very scary!

The village chief’s vitality overflowed and turned into swords of light, but there are too many skeletons here, even he has some headaches, especially those god bones and devil bones, I am afraid it is more difficult to deal with.

But at this moment, Qin Mu’s eyebrows burst into light, and a phantom big Buddha appeared, sitting behind them, suddenly countless skeletons screamed and fled.

Many skeletons gathered together while running and became giants on the run. Some giants were tripped and turned into countless skeletons on the ground.

Qin Mu heaved a sigh of relief. The phantom of the big Buddha that Ma Ye left on his eyebrows did a miraculous effect on these strange skeletons, and it could make these skeletons afraid to get close.

The Skull Mountain in the distance also stopped, watching from a distance, seeing the big Buddha behind Qin Mu dare not approach.

The gray mist rippled gently like waves, and the mist between the Skull Mountain made it look like a sea of fog. Suddenly, there was a light coming. Qin Mu stared at it, and was slightly startled. He saw a leaf of a boat from the two skeletons. Floating between the mountains.

The leaf boat was floating on the fog, and a lantern hung on a solitary mast on the bow of the boat. Without sails, the lantern emitted a faint light.

At the back of the boat, the first boatman in torn clothes stood there paddling the oars, wearing a hat, and there was another person sitting there under the lantern, also wearing a hat, and couldn’t see his face.

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

The boatman reached out to take the gold coin, and Qin Mu immediately saw that there was no flesh and blood in the palm of the boatman!

Under this hat, in the clothes, there is actually a skeleton!

Skeleton boating!

Under the lantern, the man walked off the boat and saw Qin Mu and the village chief. He was slightly startled, bowed and saluted, and his voice was old: “Brother Dao.”

Qin Mu and the village chief bowed in return: “Brother Dao.”

The man pressed the hat and walked out.

The village head suddenly said: “Brother Dao stayed.”

The man stopped.

The village chief said, “Does Brother Dao still have money?”

The man said with a hoarse voice and smiled: “You didn’t bring money, so you want the ghost to push it?”

The village chief smiled and said, “So I want to borrow a little from Brother Dao.”

Laughter came from under the hat: “Old Sword God, I haven’t seen you for a long time. There are not many people in your time. It is fate to meet here. Not to mention, I will give you a few coins. .”

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

The village chief looked solemn, his vitality became apparent, his arms and legs grew out, and he slowly reached out his palm and grabbed the gold coin in his hand.

The palms of the two touched each other, and each of them shook.

The man under the hat retracted his arm, turned around, and sighed: “You are old, but you are still one point better than me. Fortunately, I am a few years younger than you and can live longer than you.”

The village chief watched him away and said, “You are stronger than before, but I may not live long.”

“It’s hard to say.”

The man under the hat jumped and disappeared. The village chief opened his palm, four gold coins fell into Qin Mu’s hands, and then the vitality of his arms, legs and feet gradually dimmed, and said: “Mu’er, let’s board the ship.”

Qin Mu was worried and boarded the flat boat. The village chief also floated up, leaning on the mast, the boatman at the back of the boat turned the bow, and the boat was sluggish, very stable, and sailed into the mist in the depths of the Skull Mountain.