Fang Xiu's gaze turned icy.
He felt he might have fallen into a trap.
All of this could be a deliberate attempt by the real Zhou Qingfeng to mislead him.
Zhou Qingfeng is definitely not dead, but when he faced the many evil gods, he was most likely severely injured and has been hiding in the burial ground, barely surviving. In order to live again, he used some means to influence the outside world, established the Poker Card Organization, and set up a series of plans, all so that he could follow the path he had laid out step by step.
What is Zhou Qingfeng's purpose?
Suddenly, a word popped into Fang Xiu's mind.
replace!
Perhaps this is one of his methods, in order to completely replace me.
Instead of taking the first step, start by instilling self-doubt.
Of course, all of this is just speculation and has no basis in reality.
However, Fang Xiu stopped thinking about it after he had thought of this.
He just felt bored.
Does it matter who Zhou Qingfeng is?
Does it matter whether I am Fang Xiu or not?
No, none of that matters. What matters is knowing why you live your life.
For Fang Xiu, living was about taking revenge on the strangeness of the world and on his wife; this was the belief that sustained him.
As long as the goal is achieved, who you are or whether you are alive is not important.
The so-called issue of identity is nothing but a passing cloud.
"Let's go," Fang Xiu said calmly.
He wanted to see what other tricks Zhou Qingfeng could pull.
Led by him, the group walked towards the outer edge of the cemetery.
Lu Ziming and the others followed one by one. They were not fools; they could tell from the fact that their spirituality had not yet recovered that they had not yet left the Zhou residence.
If I had truly returned to the mortal world, my spirituality would have been restored long ago.
Soon, the group left the graveyard and came to a lush forest. After passing through the forest, they were all taken aback.
"Whitestone Town!?"
"You came back after walking for so long?"
"Something's not right! Look, something's strange about White Stone Town, it looks so new!"
Before them stood a brand new White Stone Town.
The town of Whitestone, where the burial site is located, always looks gray and dilapidated, as if it might collapse at any moment.
But now, Baishi Town has been completely transformed, losing the sense of historical weight it once possessed.
Fang Xiu's eyes flickered slightly, and he had a vague guess in his heart.
He walked straight into Baishi Town, where he saw a bustling crowd of people, with people coming and going, strolling, setting up stalls, and hawking their wares in a dazzling display.
Moreover, these pedestrians were all dressed in clothing from the previous era.
"Holy crap!" Yang Ming behind him exclaimed in surprise, "They're... they're zombies again!? All those rotting corpses have come back to life?"
"I'm afraid it's not that the corpses have turned into living people, I suspect we've traveled through time! We've traveled to the previous era!" Xiao Chuxia said seriously, clearly having watched a lot of web dramas.
"Time travel!?" Yang Ming exclaimed in shock: "Does that mean I'll never see Xiaobai again?"
Xiao Chuxia was slightly surprised: "I didn't expect that you and Bai Qi, who always seemed to dislike each other, would be the ones you miss the most after transmigrating?"
Yang Ming curled his lip in disgust: "Who cares about him? I just want to show off to him that I've broken through to the fourth rank. That kid will definitely be envious and jealous! It'll make that third-rank trash furious."
At this point, Yang Ming suddenly realized what was going on and fawned over Fang Xiu, "Sorry, Brother Xiu, I wasn't talking about you, I was talking about Xiao Bai."
Fang Xiu ignored him and instead strolled through Baishi Town, observing carefully. He found these people to be strange; they seemed not to have noticed his group at all. Logically, his group was dressed in funeral clothes and walking on the street, which would have attracted attention in any era, but here no one was watching.
It felt as if we didn't exist.
At this moment, Yang Ming suddenly became excited, like a dog seeing shit.
He dashed up to a vendor and yelled, "Boss, give me a pack of cigarettes!"
However, the owner seemed not to hear and continued to enthusiastically hawk his wares.
"Hey boss, I'm talking to you! Give me a pack of cigarettes! Hey! You're ignoring me, huh? Fine, I'll get it myself."
Unable to contain himself any longer, Yang Ming reached for a cigarette, and then something strange happened.
His hand actually passed right through the cigarette.
"What!?" Yang Ming was stunned. Unconvinced, he tried again, waving his hand repeatedly, but like a monkey trying to catch the moon in a well, he could not touch the smoke.
Seeing this, the crowd seemed to realize something, and they began to probe the pedestrians around them.
Without exception, the surrounding pedestrians were like holographic projections, completely untouchable.
Hallucination?
Can the scenes of the previous era be recreated through illusion?
What's the purpose?
Just as Fang Xiu was pondering this, a loud bang echoed in the sky!
Boom!
A terrifying thing happened: the sky began to crack open like a mirror, revealing countless spiderweb-like patterns. From the gaps in those patterns, a hazy mist surged, and countless eerie roars emanated from them, both frantic and oppressive.
"ah!"
The pedestrians in Whitestone Town began to panic and scream. People didn't know what was happening and fled frantically.
The crack grew wider and wider, with countless strange creatures crowding inside, vying to squeeze out of it.
Boom!
With another loud bang, the crack in the sky grew wider and wider, and eerie rain fell down.
A terrifying scene unfolded.
The once peaceful town of Baishi has now become a sea of eeriness. Eeriness is rampant, and the snakes and insects easily pierce through the bodies of ordinary people, crawling in and out of their bodies, with blood gushing out like a fountain.
The crowd's expressions changed slightly, and they instinctively tried to dodge, but they soon discovered that these strange figures were also illusions, passing right through them.
But everyone's faces remained grim, because the scene was too real, as if it had actually happened. They even saw the pedestrians in front of them being tightly wrapped around the body by a bizarre centipede-like creature, with rows of dense tentacles piercing into their bodies.
Blood gushed out, a shrill scream rang out, and finally his head was bitten off.
"This is... a bizarre invasion!"
"Could this be what happened in Baishi Town a hundred years ago? And since then, Baishi Town has become a burial ground?" someone exclaimed.
In a short time, the entire town of Baishi was almost completely slaughtered, with corpses floating everywhere. Around each corpse, three or five snakes and insects were frantically gnawing at it.
Whitestone Town was practically stained with blood.
"No, if this is history from a hundred years ago, and Baishi Town has become a spatial node for the invasion from the other side, if this trend continues, the entire Baishi Town will be destroyed. How can a burial ground be formed? The formation of a burial ground must have been interfered with by the powerful figures of the previous era!" Xiong Tianguang analyzed.
Just then, a tattoo shop deep in Whitestone Town silently opened its door.
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