The moment the mummified corpse mysteriously disappeared, a slowly rotating white hole appeared at the mouth of the dry well where it had been.
Fang Xiu glanced at Bai Dong indifferently, then turned and left the old house. He was heading to his next stop: the graveyard.
After traveling through three stations, he wanted to see what the final burial site was all about.
The difficulty of the first station, the old house, was significantly higher than the previous two stations. If it weren't for the death rollback, the entire army would probably have been wiped out.
The fourth stop, the cemetery, was bound to be even more terrifying. Fang Xiu had already prepared himself to die multiple times before going to see the splendor of the burial ground.
His intuition told him that the mysterious and eerie train, which allowed him to exit after each level, indicated that the burial ground definitely held something incredible.
Just like the trials in secret realms in fantasy novels, the greater the difficulty, the greater the reward.
All of this seems to be a deliberate setup. What was the purpose of the person who set up this place? And what kind of powerful being was they?
At least, a fourth-tier expert couldn't do that. Fang Xiu was certain of this because he had fought against a fourth-tier Ace of Spades. Although the Ace of Spades' domain was powerful, it didn't have such amazing skills.
Soon, Fang Xiu walked out of the old house.
When everyone saw Fang Xiu walk out unharmed, no one was surprised, as if they thought Fang Xiu had just come back from having dinner.
In everyone's mind, since Fang Xiu dared to enter the old house alone, he must have already seen the future and knew that he could easily solve the problem by himself.
To put it bluntly, when Fang Xiu decided to enter alone, everyone thought the future was already predetermined and there were no surprises.
Only Hei Jiji's beautiful eyes sparkled, her gaze towards Fang Xiu constantly radiating a unique brilliance.
"Get in the car."
Everyone nodded and then boarded the eerie train.
In the car, Heijiji leaned over and asked, "Brother Xiu, what kind of eerie things are inside the old house? How strong are they? Are you injured?"
Fang Xiu calmly looked at the feigned concern on her face and said indifferently, "Things that are already dead have no value in being mentioned again."
After saying that, he closed his eyes to rest and prepare for the battle at the graveyard.
Heijiji glanced at Fang Xiu, who was resting with his eyes closed, pouted in dissatisfaction, and said nothing more.
Soon, we arrived at the fourth stop, the cemetery.
After everyone got off the bus, they were greeted by a vast, seemingly endless cemetery.
On the gray-white land, countless scattered graves stand.
The distribution of these graves is extremely strange. Some are very scattered, spaced tens of meters apart, while others are very concentrated, with five or six clustered together, giving people a very discordant feeling.
A thin layer of gray mist still lingered in the cemetery, blurring visibility and making everything appear hazy.
Upon seeing the faint gray mist, Fang Xiu frowned immediately, because he had seen similar gray mist before. The last place he had seen gray mist was... the Other Shore!
However, the gray fog in front of us is not the same as the gray fog on the other side. The gray fog in the cemetery is much lighter than that on the other side, as if it has been diluted several times.
Could it be...?
Fang Xiu had a vague idea in his mind. He walked straight into the cemetery and stepped onto the gray-white earth.
The others followed closely behind. Zhao Hao asked somewhat fearfully, "Why is this fog gray? Could it be poisonous?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a loud gasp came from the side.
It was Fang Xiu who was resting.
Fang Xiu suddenly took a deep breath, inhaling a large amount of gray mist into his chest cavity.
“Brother Xiu, you…” Zhao Hao stared in disbelief.
Then, Fang Xiu slowly exhaled a breath of stale air: "Hmm, this is the taste."
He was almost certain that the faint gray mist was coming from the other side of the river. Because of the similar smell, inhaling it was like inhaling sulfuric acid, which would violently corrode his internal organs.
However, his physique was strong enough to adapt to even the real other side, let alone this diluted gray fog.
"Cough cough..." Zhao Hao and the fat man suddenly started coughing violently.
The coughing sounded as if he was coughing up his lungs; he couldn't utter a single word, only coughing.
As they coughed, blood began to flow from their mouths and noses; they were coughing up blood.
The expressions of the others changed slightly.
"The fog is poisonous!"
Seeing that the two were about to cough up their hearts, Fang Xiu told them to go back, away from the graveyard, and wait at the edge of the haunted train.
"This fog has a strong corrosive effect on humans, and only a third-level Spirit Master can resist it. Zhao Hao, Fatty, you two stay here and wait."
Fang Xiu then led Yang Ming and the others deeper into the cemetery, wanting to find out the relationship between this place and the other side.
The other shore is of utmost importance to him; it is his final destination, because wherever there is the supernatural, there he will be. The other shore is the home of the supernatural, which is also his home.
From the day Fang Xiu saw the other shore, he set a goal: one day, he would conquer the other shore!
As the group ventured deeper, the gray fog grew increasingly thick, and even Yang Ming and the others would cough occasionally.
Fang Xiu knew very well that even a third-tier Spirit Master's body could not survive on the other side. The reason why Yang Ming and the others were able to enter the graveyard was not because they were strong enough, but because the gray fog here was relatively thin.
If this is the true other shore, then everyone except himself must die.
Even if Blackie can deceive himself, it's all in vain; sooner or later, he will die from exhaustion of his spirituality.
To survive in the Other Shore, there are only two ways: one is to be strong enough to ignore the gray fog. Currently, it seems that third-tier spirit masters cannot do this, and it is unknown whether fourth-tier masters can.
Secondly, one can become bizarre. Since the other side is a bizarre home, as long as one becomes bizarre, one can survive on the other side.
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