The moment the mummy disappeared mysteriously, a slowly rotating white hole suddenly appeared at the mouth of the dry well where it had been.

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

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

The intensity of the ancient house station is obviously much higher than that of the previous two stations. If it were not for the death rollback, the whole army would probably be annihilated.

The level of horror at the fourth stop, the cemetery, was definitely higher. Fang Xiu had already prepared to die many times before going to have a glimpse of the burial place.

His intuition told him that with such a mysterious and weird train, you could choose to exit every level you beat. All signs showed that there was definitely something incredible hidden in the burial ground.

Just like the secret trials in fantasy novels, the greater the difficulty, the higher the rewards.

And all of this seems to be artificially arranged. What is the purpose of the person who arranged this place? How strong should he be?

At least, a fourth-level powerhouse can't do it. Fang Xiu can be sure of this, because he has fought against the fourth-level Ace of Spades. Although the Ace of Spades' domain is powerful, it does not have such amazing means.

Soon, Fang Xiu walked out of the ancient house.

When everyone saw Fang Xiu walking out intact, no one was surprised, as if they thought Fang Xiu had just come back from dinner.

In everyone's minds, 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 everyone's eyes, the future was already determined and there were no surprises.

Only Hei Jiji's beautiful eyes flickered, looking at Fang Xiu with brilliance.

"Get in the car."

Everyone nodded and immediately boarded the train.

In the car, Hei Jiji came over and said, "Brother Xio, what kind of weirdness is there in the ancient house? Is it strong? Are you injured?"

Fang Xiu calmly looked at the false concern on her face and said calmly: "Things that are dead have no value in being mentioned again."

After saying that, he began to close his eyes and rest, preparing to prepare for the cemetery with all his strength.

Hei Jiji looked at Fang Xiu, who was concentrating with his eyes closed, curled his lips in dissatisfaction and said nothing.

Soon, the fourth stop, the cemetery, arrived.

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

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

The distribution of these tombs is extremely weird. Some are very scattered, separated by dozens of meters, while others are very concentrated, with five or six people clustered together, giving people a very uncoordinated feeling.

There is still a faint gray fog floating in the cemetery, which makes people's vision blurred and makes everything hazy.

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

However, the gray fog in front of me 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 mind, and he walked straight into the cemetery and stepped onto the gray-white land.

Everyone followed closely behind, Zhao Hao was a little scared and said: "Why is this mist gray? It can't be poisonous, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a strong inhalation sound coming from the side.

It was Fang Xiu.

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

"Brother Xiu..." Zhao Hao was stunned.

Then, Fang Xiu slowly exhaled a breath: "Well, that's what it smells like."

He was basically certain that this faint gray mist was coming from the other side, because the smell was the same. Inhaling it into the chest was like inhaling sulfuric acid, which violently corroded the internal organs.

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

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

The coughing sound was as if he was going to cough out all his lungs. He couldn't say a word and just kept coughing.

As they coughed and coughed, blood began to overflow from their mouths and noses, and they actually began to cough up blood.

The expressions of the other people changed slightly.

"The mist is poisonous!"

Seeing the two people who were about to cough up their hearts, Fang Xiu directly told them to go back, stay away from the cemetery, and wait at the edge of the mysterious train.

"This mist has a strong corrosive effect on humans. Only third-level spiritual masters can resist it. Fatty Zhao Hao, you two stay here and wait."

Then Fang Xiu took Yang Ming and others deeper into the cemetery. He wanted to find out the relationship between this place and the other side.

The other side is very important to him, it is his final destination, because wherever there is Weird, there will be him. The other side is Weird's home, that is, his home.

Since the day Fang Xiu saw the other side, he had set a goal, and finally one day, he would reach the other side!

As people continued to go deeper, the fog became thicker and thicker, and even Yang Ming and others would cough from time to time.

Fang Xiu knew very well that the body of a third-level spiritual master could not 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 gray fog here was relatively thin.

If this was the real other side, everyone would die except himself.

Even if Hei Jiji can deceive himself, it will be of no avail. Sooner or later, he will die of spiritual exhaustion.

If you want to survive in the other shore, there are only two ways. One is to be strong enough to ignore the gray fog. At present, it seems that the third-level spiritual master cannot do this. It is not yet known whether the fourth-level can do it.

The second is weirdness. Since the other side is a weird home, you can survive on the other side as long as you become weird yourself.

Other than that, there is no other way.

This is the horror of the other side. Needless to say, those powerful strange things are beyond the reach of human beings just to survive.

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

What is the final burial place? Could it be another name for the other side?

Everything still needs to be viewed in person.

As everyone walked along, they carefully observed what was going on around them, and everyone was extremely nervous.

One is because the mist alone is so powerful, you can imagine how powerful the weirdness behind it will be, and the other is because Fang Xiu has not yet said the words that reassure everyone.

I have seen the future.

These words are like a reassurance. No matter how dangerous the environment is, how powerful and strange the situation is, as soon as these words are spoken, everyone will feel as if they have taken reassurance. They will not be nervous or afraid, and even feel very relaxed.

"Look, these tombstones seem to have names on them." Heijiji pointed to a nearby tombstone and said.

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

No one has any impression of this name.

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

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

"Have you ever noticed how these names always feel so retro?" Hei Jiji looked a little surprised.

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

"It is very possible that the three stations we have walked through now have the color of a hundred years ago, and the names of these people are the same now. We won't really travel through time and space and go back a hundred years ago, right?" Yang Ming was inexplicably excited.

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

Yang Ming chuckled: "It's time to travel back a hundred years ago. This is time travel. With our modern knowledge, going back a hundred years ago is a dimensionality reduction attack. With our familiarity with history, it's easy to become the world's richest man!"

Everyone was speechless. Yang Ming's focus was always different from ordinary people's.

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 are still alive to this day. God has blessed you."

Yang Ming was slightly startled: "Hey, how do you know it's God's blessing? Have you known me before?"

Heijiji: "......"

Fang Xiu ignored the noise of the crowd and kept walking calmly towards the depths of the cemetery.

Suddenly, his steps stopped, his pupils unconsciously dilated, and his eyes were focused on a tombstone.

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

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

Just because there are a few big characters engraved on it: Tomb of Zhou Qingfeng!

(There will be another chapter later)

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