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It¡¯s not the state of his death, nor is it the strange changes that have happened to Zhao Jing¡¯s bones
Rather, the entire cold water lake was covered with corpses! !
The surface layer of the lake is densely covered with all kinds of corpses. Each of them died in different ways: they were cut open, burned to death, struck to death by lightning, decapitated, drowned, etc. Heartbroken!
These corpses were displayed on the surface of the cold water lake. There was only a thin layer of hard cold water with Mo Fan's feet. From a distance, they looked like they were frozen and floating irregularly on the lake.
This is not the scariest thing, Mo Fan has seen many corpse mountains.
In the gaps between these corpses, there are more corpses. Their specimens are also between the surface lake water and the deep water. Although there is a certain staggering, the overall level is maintained at a certain level under the lake.
Zhao Jing¡¯s corpse is at this level, and there are countless similar human corpses around him. Their deaths are also strange, but they are not completely repeated.
Thousands of ways to die! !
It¡¯s like a god or demon with a quirk is searching the world, trying to collect all the ways of death and then display them.
Corpses are not scary, and piles of corpses are not scary either, but if the piles of corpses are all different specimens of dead bodies and sink in the lake, it would be really scary, even for a very courageous person like Mo Fan. His legs were so weak that he almost fell to the ground.
How is this done?
How many dead people are needed to fill the entire lake? ?
It¡¯s scary to think about it! ! ! !
Breathe, take a deep breath, take another deep breath
Mo Fan repeatedly tried to calm himself down. He finally understood why the dark veins circulated throughout his body the moment he stepped into this place. This Shenmu Well was completely a corpse well.
The Red Devil collected the eight souls in the world in order to be promoted to the evil god and become the true emperor, so his true body wandered around the world, erratic.
And the corpses filling the lake are obviously from this world. What kind of magical power does it take to accumulate all these people here?
You must know that the calm beings inside are not ordinary creatures, most of them are beings with high cultivation level.
Mo Fan didn¡¯t dare to look down at all, but the cold water lake had irresistible power.
Mo Fan couldn¡¯t look away, let alone leave.
¡°Something is pressing down on my head, and what instrument of torture is being used to open my eyes so that I can see clearly!
Mo Fan could only bite the bullet and watch it. The feeling was no less than walking into a wax museum. The pervert who made wax figures of living people was threatening him and telling him about these masterpieces with great excitement. Mo Fan couldn't Showing a little impatience, I could only show fear while admiring the visit with a sense of survival without being pretentious.
Under Zhao Jing¡¯s lake layer, and deeper, there are corpses.
It is already relatively deep there, close to the bottom of the lake.
It can be seen that the lake layer is not as dense as the surface layer and the middle layer, but there are still some lying flat and hanging.
Suddenly, an extremely familiar figure came into Mo Fan's eyes. This made Mo Fan, who was originally extremely afraid of the lake, want to tear open the hard lake water with his hands and dig out the person who sank inside!
"Chief instructor!"
Mo Fan couldn¡¯t help but shout out. He couldn¡¯t tear open the lake. He shouted just hoping that the cold corpse under the water would respond.
Silence.
Shenmujing is extremely silent, and the sound is echoing.
It¡¯s Zhan Kong!
??Zhankong was calm inside.
Beside him, there was an extremely white hand, which was obscured by other corpses on the upper level, but Mo Fan could guess who it was.
Qin Yuer!
Zhan Kong and Qin Yuer.
They are near the bottom of the lake! !
In the Holy City, Mo Fan clearly remembered that Zhan Kong and Qin Yu'er left this world together. Except for Zhan Kong's soul being absorbed by the little loach, nothing was left behind, and they were completely destroyed in the true sense.
But they are here now.
They were very peaceful and resolute when they left. Reluctance, resentment, fear, shock, and confusion can be seen more or less on the other corpses, but they were much more peaceful than the others, as if they were willing to sink here. ¡
Mo Fan¡¯s heart was filled with waves.
?He didn't know what this place represented.
Could it be that this is the cemetery of gods and demons? There is a certain god and demon who has been peering at the vicissitudes of the world and the rise and fall of races on the dome that is invisible to all races, and then loaded some representative dead into this sacred wooden well. ? ? ?
So I saw myself not long ago.
It also looks soaked and cold.
Does this mean that one day in the future, after death, I will be made into a specimen by this god and demon and sink to the bottom of the lake? ?
Mo Fan tried hard to think back to the person he was after death. Was he older than himself or was he just as young as he is now? ?
That scene is becoming increasingly blurry in Mo Fan¡¯s mind, like a scene in a dream, which will gradually disappear from his consciousness. No matter how hard you think about it, it will be erased bit by bit.
¡°Creak, creak, creak, creak~~~~~~~~~~~¡±
There was a noise in the surrounding forest, and Mo Fan looked to the side warily.
He doesn¡¯t want to sink into the lake now.
The ghost trees began to shrink, and the branches that stretched to the sky began to grow in reverse. The branches as thick as buildings also degraded little by little, and the thick roots all over the ground burrowed back into the soil.
The cold water lake is getting smaller little by little. The sacred well grew like crazy at first, but now it is cast with a magic that goes back in time, and everything begins to return to its original state.
Mo Fan stood on the cold water lake, and the bones on display gradually blurred. Mo Fan stared at Chief Instructor Zhan Kong. His painless look made Mo Fan less eager to tear open the lake.
And Zhan Kong¡¯s eyes were open, and he seemed to be staring at Mo Fan.
In the Holy City, I didn't have time to say goodbye. Instead, I saw his real last face in this weird Shenmu Well. He was holding a snow-white hand, as if this was his wish in this life, and he didn't care how kind the world was. Evil, let alone what kind of gods and demons there are in the world. There is no need to sink to the bottom of the lake, which may not be comfortable, and there is no need to be pushed by the waves on the surface.
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The Shenmu Well has disappeared. I don¡¯t know whether it is because of Zhao Jing¡¯s death or because Mo Fan¡¯s deadline has not yet come and the Shenmu Well is temporarily closed.
Mo Fan returned to Fanxue Mountain, a little worried, but not as scared as before. Everything in the Shenmu Well was like a nightmare. When he woke up, it would slowly fade away in his mind. In the dream, he would believe everything. When I woke up, I felt that the things in the dream were ridiculous.
Even if it is true, there are thousands of deaths inside, but not every one of them is painful.
Mo Fan thought back to his appearance.
It doesn¡¯t seem to be painful.
It¡¯s complicated anyway.
How to put it this way, if a man indulges in excessive sexual desire, he should end up dying on a woman¡¯s belly.
Thinking about it this way, Mo Fan felt much better. After all, he did have two wives.
Now that I am young and strong, I am eager to sleep with you. It¡¯s hard to say in a few years. It¡¯s hard to say (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com