It wasn't the state of his death, nor was it the strange changes that had happened to Zhao Jing's bones...
Instead, the whole 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.
That's not the scariest thing, Mo Fan has seen a lot of corpse mountains.
In the gaps between these corpses, there are more corpses, and their specimens are also between the surface lake water and the deep water. Although there is a certain degree of 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 death patterns are also strange, but they are not completely repeated.
Thousands of ways to die! !
It's as if 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 on earth 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 asked himself to calm 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 a true emperor, so his true body wandered around the world, erratic.
And the corpses in this 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 on my head, using some instrument of torture 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 were 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 was extremely silent, and the sound was echoing.
It's Zhan Kong!
Zhan Kong 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 wiped out.
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 actually represented.
Could it be that this is the cemetery of gods and demons? There is a certain god and demon who has been watching 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. ? ? ?
Then I saw myself not long ago.
Also soaked and ice 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 recall the self after death. Was he older than himself or was he just as young as he is now? ?
However, that scene becomes 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 didn't want to sink into the lake now.
The ghostly 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. This 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.
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.
…
The Shenmu Well disappeared. I don’t know whether it was because of Zhao Jing’s death or because Mo Fan’s deadline has not yet come, and the Shenmu Well is temporarily closed.
Anyway everything is back to normal.
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 recalled what he looked like.
It doesn't seem like it's necessarily painful.
It's complicated anyway.
How should I put it, if a man indulges in excessive sexual desire, he will 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 I am young and strong, and I long to be slept with. It’s hard to say in a few years, it’s hard to say...
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