They continued to move forward 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 the lights ahead brightly, shining in the darkness. There was a village, and the lights looked very eye-catching in the darkness.

An old man in the village was paving paper and paper boats. After the paper boats were tied up, he flew out of the village and docked on the riverside. In the river, wet men and women boarded the boats. Then the paper boats floated to the middle of the river, where thick fog was filled and the paper boats disappeared in the thick fog.

"That's a bad thing."

The village chief whispered: "At night, extradition those who died in the river. Don't disturb them."

"Isn't it?"

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

The old man in the village seemed to have some senses. He looked up at him and saw that Qin Mu was creepy. He felt that his soul was shaking and seemed to fly out of his body. But at this moment, a loud Buddha sound came from his eyebrows. The Tathagata mark planted by Ma Ye in his eyebrows shone brightly, blocking the old man's gaze.

"The living stops." The old man lowered his head and continued to mush the paper boat. A faint voice came.

The village chief said cautiously: "Mu'er, don't interfere with the world after death."

"The world after death?"

Qin Mu was stunned and said, "We are clearly in the big ruins. This is not a world after death. Why did the village chief say that..."

"There are many strange things in the big ruins, connecting multiple worlds, and that small village is the place where the world after death borders the real world."

The village chief said: "Not only does Daxu have such places, but there are actually similar places outside Daxu. If you walk out of Daxu and see old people like this, don't come forward to ask. As long as you don't provoke them, they won't interfere in the real world. But they know a lot and can ask them the way. Brother Dao, how can you go to Wuyou Township?"

The old man in the village raised a finger and pointed it into the darkness: "You can't go to the real Wuyou Township..."

The village chief thanked him, and they continued to move forward. After walking a long way, the jade pendant on Qin Mu's chest suddenly floated gently and pointed forward.

Qin Mu's heart was slightly moved: "Village Chief!"

When the village chief turned around and nodded slightly when he saw this scene, 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 chief immediately took Qin Mu to follow the jade pendant. The jade pendant was floating faster and faster, cutting through the darkness like a meteor.

Qin Mu and the village chief caught up quickly, and suddenly heard a sound of a whistle, as if the sound of a small ball falling into the lake water. The jade pendant hit an invisible membrane wall, making ripples in the air.

In front of Qin Mu and the village chief, there seemed to be a strange world slowly unfolding with the ripples. In front of them was a vast world covered with gray fog, towering mountains and vastness, hidden deep in the darkness, overlapping with darkness, but not darkness.

"There is indeed another world in the darkness!"

The village chief led him to chase him. Qin Mu reached out and grabbed the jade pendant, unable to suppress his excitement: "Is this Wuyou Township? Will my parents be here?"

In his hand, the jade pendant was still leaping, as if it was about to fly to the position where the master was.

Qin Mu hung the jade pendant on his chest, let the jade pendant lead the way, and walked forward. The village chief quickly blocked his side and said calmly: "Mu'er, we have come here, don't worry, come step by step. This place is very strange..."

Qin Mu calmed down and walked forward. The mountains here were beautiful, but they looked a little blurred when covered with gray fog. Is this really a Wuyou Township?

Didn’t that foolish person say that they can’t get to Wuyou Township?

The fog in front was vast and the mountains were looming. A crisp sound suddenly came from Qin Mu's feet, and only one sound heard: "You hurt me when you stepped on it..."

Qin Mu was startled and looked down quickly. He saw a dry bone palm pulling out from the soles of his feet, and then a skeleton poked his head out of the fog, and his empty eyes "look" at him.

"people!"

The skeleton screamed, and the shrill sound echoed in this misty world, very harsh.

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, and many bones accumulated and piled up together, and how deep they were!

His pupils rotated in the ninth level of heaven, looking at the mountains in the gray fog, and he couldn't help but fight several cold wars.

The mountains in the fog were actually made of countless bones, and these dead bones were piled into one mountain after another, hidden in the fog!

Qin Mu was creepy, and the bones on the ground stood up one by one, and skeletons stood shaking in the gray mist. All kinds of twisted sounds echoed in the mist: "People? Where are there?"

"It's been a long time since there was anyone here! Who can get here?"

"They have meat, we don't have meat, and we snatch their meat-"

...

The village chief frowned and looked into the distance. The mountains in the distance were also shaking. Then the mountains stood up, like a monster composed of countless white bones, walking towards this side. While walking on the White Bone Mountain, countless skeletons ran over happily and climbed up the mountain, making these white bone monsters bigger and bigger.

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

The noisy sounds of the skeletons were chaotic, and countless sounds were shouting to eat the people who broke here.

"Where do you get so many dead bones?"

The village chief couldn't help feeling a little nervous. Several small skeletons, only three feet tall, ran quickly from the gray fog, hugged Qin Mu's legs and bit them. Qin Mu slapped the skeletons with one palm, but more skeletons rushed towards him, like the waves of the sea, which was very scary!

The village chief's energy overflowed and turned into sword lights, but there were too many skeletons here, and even he had a headache, especially those divine bones and demon bones, which were probably even more difficult to deal with.

But at this moment, a light bloomed in Qin Mu's eyebrows, and a phantom of a big Buddha appeared. He sat behind them. Suddenly, countless skeletons screamed and fled in scattered.

Many skeletons gathered together while running, turning into running giants. Some giants were tripped, fell to the ground and turned into countless skeletons and ran away. As they ran, they gathered together again and turned into skeleton giants.

Qin Mu breathed a sigh of relief. The big Buddha phantom left by Ma Ye on his forehead was indeed effective in dealing with these strange skeletons, which could prevent these skeletons from getting close to each other.

The Skeleton Mountain in the distance also paused, and looked from afar, and saw the big Buddha behind Qin Mu dared not approach it.

The gray fog rippled gently like waves, and the fog between the Skeleton Mountain made it look like a sea of ​​fog. Suddenly, a light came. Qin Mu looked at it and was slightly stunned. He saw a small boat floating between the two Skeleton Mountains.

This small boat floated in the mist, and a lantern hung on a lonely mast on the bow of the small boat. Without sails, the lantern emitted a faint light.

A boatman in a torn straw raincoat stood behind the boat, swinging his boat with a hat and a hat on his head. There was another person sitting there under the lantern, carrying a hat and unable to see his face clearly.

The boat quickly swept ahead of them, and the man under the lantern stood up, turned around and bowed to the boatman, and took out a gold coin.

The boatman reached out to take the gold coins, and Qin Mu immediately saw that the boatman's palm was not flesh and blood!

Under this straw hat, there was a skeleton in the straw raincoat!

Skeleton boating!

Under the lantern, the man walked out of the boat and saw Qin Mu and the village chief. He was slightly stunned, bowed and bowed, and his voice was old: "Brother Taoist."

Qin Mu and the village chief bowed and returned the greeting: "Brother Dao."

The man pressed his hat and walked out.

The village chief suddenly said, "Brother Dao stay."

The man stopped.

The village chief said: "Do you still have any extra money?"

The man said in a hoarse voice and said with a smile: "You didn't bring you money, so you want to let the devil push the mill?"

The village chief smiled and said, "So I want to borrow some from Brother Dao."

A laughter came from under the hat: "Old Sword God, I haven't seen you for a long time. There are not many people left in your and my era. It's a fate to meet here. Well, I'll give you a few quotations of Fengdu coins."

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

The village chief looked solemn, his vitality showed, his arms, legs and feet grew, and he slowly poked out his palms and grabbed the gold coins in his hand.

The two of them touched each other's palms and swayed their own shapes.

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

The village chief watched him go away and said, "You are stronger than before, but you may not have lived as long as me."

"It's hard to say."

The man under the hat jumped and disappeared. The village chief opened his palm and four gold coins fell into Qin Mu's hand. Then the arms and legs that showed their vitality gradually dimmed, and he said, "Mu'er, let's get on the ship."

Qin Mu was worried and boarded the small boat. The village chief also floated up, leaning against the mast, the boatman behind the boat turned the bow, and the boat was leisurely and smooth, sailing into the fog deep in Skull Mountain.
Chapter completed!