Weird and hard to kill?Sorry, I'm the real immortal

When the mummy disappeared strangely, a slowly rotating white hole suddenly appeared at the mouth of the dry well where it was located.

Fang Xiu glanced at Baidong indifferently, then turned and left the ancient house, he was going to the next stop, the cemetery.

After walking for three stops in a row, he wanted to see what the final burial place was.

The strength of the first stop of the ancient house is obviously much higher than that of the first two stops. If it is not for the death retracement, the whole army may be wiped out.

The fourth cemetery was definitely more terrifying. Fang Xiu had already prepared himself for many times of death, and then he went to have a glimpse of the burial place.

His intuition told him that for such a mysterious and weird train, you can choose to quit every time you beat a level, and all signs indicate that there must be something incredible hidden in the burial ground.

Just like the trial of the secret realm in fantasy novels, the more difficult it is, the more rewarding it is.

And all of this, no matter how you look at it, is arranged artificially. What is the purpose of the person who arranged this place?How strong should he be?

At least, a fourth-tier powerhouse can't do it. Fang Xiu can be sure of this, because he has fought against the fourth-tier ace of spades. Although the field of ace of spades is powerful, he doesn't have such amazing means.

Soon, Fang Xiu walked out of the old house.

When everyone saw Fang Xiu walk out intact, no one was surprised, as if they thought Fang Xiu came back from a dinner.

In everyone's mind, since Fang Xiu dared to walk into the ancient house alone, he must have seen the future and knew that he could easily solve it alone.

To put it bluntly, when Fang Xiu decided to enter alone, in the eyes of everyone, the future was already doomed, and there were no accidents.

Only Hei Jiji's beautiful eyes flickered, and the eyes that looked at Fang Xiu continued to shine.

"Get in the car."

Everyone nodded, and then got on the trick train.

In the car, Hei Jiji came over: "Brother Xiu, what kind of weirdness is inside the old house? Is it strong? Are you injured?"

Fang Xiu calmly looked at the fake concern on her face, and said lightly: "Things that have died have no value to be mentioned again."

After finishing speaking, he began to close his eyes and meditate, preparing to prepare for the cemetery with all his strength.

Hei Jiji looked at Fang Xiu with his eyes closed and meditating, curled his lips in dissatisfaction, and stopped talking.

Soon, the fourth cemetery arrived.

After everyone got out of the car, they saw a cemetery that could not be seen at a glance.

On the gray and white land, there are countless scattered graves.

The distribution of these tombs is extremely strange, some are very scattered, with intervals of tens of meters, while others are very concentrated, with five or six clustered together, giving people a very uncoordinated feeling.

There was still a faint gray mist floating in the cemetery, blurring people's vision and making everything hazy.

Seeing this faint gray fog, Fang Xiu immediately frowned, because he had seen similar gray fog before, and the last place he saw gray fog was... the other shore!

However, the gray fog in front of him is different from the gray fog on the other side. The gray fog in the cemetery is much lighter than the gray fog on the other side, as if it has been diluted several times.

Is it.....

Fang Xiu had a vague guess in his heart, he walked straight into the cemetery and set foot on the gray-white ground.

Everyone followed closely behind, Zhao Hao said with some fear: "Why is this fog gray, isn't it poisonous?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a strong inhalation sound from the side.

It was Fang Xiu.

Fang Xiu took a deep breath and sucked a large amount of gray mist into his chest cavity.

"Brother Xiu, you..." Zhao Hao was dumbfounded.

Afterwards, Fang Xiu let out a breath of foul air slowly: "Well, that's the smell."

He has basically determined that this faint gray mist is coming from the other side, because the smell is the same, inhaling it into the chest cavity is like inhaling sulfuric acid, which severely erodes the internal organs.

His physique is not enough to adapt to the real other side, let alone this diluted gray fog.

"Ahem..." Zhao Hao and Fatty suddenly coughed violently.

The cough sounded like he was about to cough up his lungs, he couldn't say a word, he just kept coughing.

Coughing and coughing, blood began to overflow from their mouths and noses, and they even started coughing up blood.

The faces of the rest of them changed slightly.

"The mist is poisonous!"

Seeing the two who were about to cough out their hearts, Fang Xiu told them to go back, stay away from the cemetery, and wait on the edge of the treacherous train.

"This mist has a strong erosive effect on human beings, and only a third-tier imperial spirit master can resist it. Fatty Zhao Hao, you two stay and wait."

After that, Fang Xiu took Yang Ming and the others to continue deep into the cemetery. He wanted to find out the relationship between this place and the other side.

The other shore is very important to him, that is his final destination, because wherever there is weirdness, there will be him, and the other shore is the strange home, which is his home.

Since the day Fang Xiu saw the other shore, he has set a goal, and finally one day, he will reach the other shore!

As everyone went deeper and deeper, the gray fog became more and more dense, and even Yang Ming and the others would cough twice from time to time.

Fang Xiu knew very well that the body of a Tier [-] imperial spirit master would not be able to survive on the other side. The reason why Yang Ming and others were able to enter the cemetery was not because they were strong enough, but because the fog here was relatively thin.

If this is the real other side, then everyone except himself will die.

Even if Hei Jiji can deceive himself, it will not help. Sooner or later, he will die of spiritual exhaustion.

There are only two ways to survive in the other shore. One is to be strong enough to ignore the gray mist. At present, it seems that the third-level imperial spirit masters cannot do this, and it is unknown whether the fourth-level can do it.

The second is weirdness. Since the other side is a weird homeland, as long as you are weird, you can survive on the other side.

Other than that, there is no other way.

This is the horror of the other side, needless to say those powerful and strange things, human beings alone cannot do it.

There is mist from the other side in the cemetery, and it is very thin. Fang Xiu guessed that maybe the deeper you go in these stations, the closer you are to the other side, so there is a faint mist flowing out.

What is the final burial place?Will it be another name of the other side?

Everything still needs to be seen in person.

Everyone walked all the way, while carefully observing the movement around them, each and everyone's minds were tense to the extreme.

One is because the fog alone has such great power, one can imagine how strong the weirdness behind it will be, and the other is that Fang Xiu hasn't said the words that make everyone feel at ease.

I have seen the future.

These words are like a reassurance, no matter how dangerous the environment is, how powerful and weird, as long as the words are uttered, everyone will be as if they have taken a reassurance, will not be nervous, will not be afraid, and even feel very relaxed.

"Look, this tombstone seems to have a name on it." Heijiji pointed to a nearby tombstone and said.

Everyone looked at it and saw that it read: Zhou Zhennan's Tomb.

Everyone has no impression of this name.

They kept looking at the tombstones around them, each with their own names on them.

Chen Yongjun, Song Xiangrong, Yang Shufen, Li Fangfang, Chen Jianguo......

"Have you noticed that these names always feel very retro." Hei Jiji looked a little surprised.

"Could this be the grave of someone who died a hundred years ago?"

"It's very possible that the three stops we've been to so far all bear the color of a hundred years ago, and the names of these people are also the same now. We won't really travel through time and space and go back to a hundred years ago, right?" Yang Ming was inexplicably excited.

"Idiot, what are you happy about!" Bai Qi scolded angrily.

But Yang Ming chuckled: "Traveling back to a hundred years ago, this is a time-traveling. With the knowledge of our modern people, going back to a hundred years ago is a blow to dimensionality reduction. With the familiarity of history, it is easy to become the richest man in the world!"

Everyone is a little speechless, Yang Ming's focus is always different from ordinary people.

Hei Jiji even rolled his eyes helplessly: "Is he really the captain of Luteng City? You have a captain like him in Luteng City, and you can still survive until now. It's really God's blessing."

Yang Ming was slightly taken aback: "Hey, how do you know it's God's blessing? You knew me before?"

Hei Jiji: "......"

Fang Xiu ignored the crowd's noise, but walked calmly towards the depths of the cemetery.

Suddenly, he paused, his pupils dilated unconsciously, and his eyes were firmly focused on a tombstone.

"Brother Xiu, what's the matter? Why don't you leave?" Yang Ming asked in surprise.

But Fang Xiu didn't answer, still staring at the very ordinary tombstone.

Just because there are a few large characters engraved on it: Zhou Qingfeng's Tomb!

(There will be another chapter later)