In Putuo Temple.

The strange realm of the nightmare has already changed the terrain here to an unrecognizable face. Putuo Temple obviously does not occupy a large area, and Fang Xiu and Yang Ming are very fast. It is logical that they should have reached the end, but now ten minutes have passed, and the two of them are still not in the end.

The surroundings were covered with fog, and the fog kept surging. It seemed that some monster would run out of it at some time, which was very gloomy.

The two were groping in the fog, and Fang Xiu suddenly asked, "How did you get through the cemetery and the steps?"

Although Yang Ming is very powerful and is a third-level spirit master, the life and death cemetery cannot survive with his strength.

Because a person will be divided into ecological and dead states in the cemetery, and becomes two identical selves.

Even if Yang Ming is strong, he may not win against an exact same self.

If you say you are lucky enough to win, it is impossible, because the replica also has the ability to be lucky.

In contrast, it doesn't matter if the evil ghosts come on the tongue. Even if Yang Ming doesn't know the rules, triggers the murder rules and causes the evil ghosts to appear, he can still easily escape with the speed of his embroidered shoes.

"Cefforest? I did run into the cemetery when I went up the mountain." Yang Ming was stunned at first, then anger flashed across his face.

"Don't mention it, I was cheated in the cemetery."

"Are you cheated?"

"And, after I arrived at the cemetery, I saw my own grave, and there was a thudding sound from inside. Out of curiosity, I dug the grave, guess what? Hey! There was a person who looked exactly like me.

The most hateful thing is that this kid speaks exactly the same as mine, not only imitating my face, but also imitating my words, so how can I bear it?

We started to do it directly, but to be honest, although the boy was a little owed, his strength was really terrible. We fought for 300 rounds, and no one could beat anyone.

Then I got annoyed and didn't want to fight anymore. I said a truce. Unexpectedly, the kid and I thought of going together, and they also had to truce.

We were so tacit understanding. After the truce, we laughed at each other and started chatting. The more we talked, the more we became more and more speculative. We didn't know if we didn't know when we talked. We were shocked. Our interests and hobbies were so similar. I felt that we met a confidant at that time. If I hadn't been rushing to Putuo Temple, I would have been praying to him.

Then I said I was leaving, and the Nightmare guy was waiting for me to solve it. This brother was also very helpful, so he said he wanted to follow me to do Nightmare.

Finally, we both left the cemetery together, with a special code! As a result, the boy disappeared as soon as he left the cemetery! He was such a fucking guy! He agreed to have a nightmare together? Now I think about it, I am so glad that I didn’t worship him at that time. If I worship him, it would not be embarrassing enough.”

Fang Xiu: "......"

Yang Ming looked at Fang Xiu in surprise: "Why don't you speak?"

"It's okay, you keep going."

"Oh, there's nothing to go on. There's only such a thing happening in the cemetery. As for the steps you mentioned? What steps? Are they steps up the mountain?"

Fang Xiu nodded.

"I'm angry when I talk about the steps. Tell me what to do with such a long staircase, and I'll run for a long time."

"How did you get up the steps?"

Yang Ming was slightly stunned: "What is this problem? I was anxious at the time, so of course I ran up."

"How many steps are there in one step?"

"Why do you ask me more and more confused? Who is climbing the steps and counting? Isn't this sick? I ran up, probably only four or five in one step, or only three or four in three or four. Who knows this? Alas, I said Fang Xiu, do you think we will act together? If you don't chat, you will feel embarrassed?

But do you know that the unnutritional question you asked makes me feel a little embarrassed now. If you are not good at chatting, you don’t have to talk. Who would ask others how many steps they take at a time? Next time you might as well ask me how many grains of rice I need to eat for a meal.”

Fang Xiu: "......"

Listening to Yang Ming's words, Fang Xiu was already a little interested in changing his ambitions, letting the strangeness of the whole world feel pain, and removing the word strangeness.

According to Yang Ming's description, he had guessed how the other party went up the mountain.

The murder rule of evil ghosts is that they cannot step on even-numbered steps. It is obvious that Yang Ming did not trigger the murder rule, so he always regarded it as an ordinary step.

Then the answer was about to come out. Yang Ming ran up the mountain, crossing several steps in one step, and from beginning to end they all stepped on odd steps!

Without knowing the rules, with the will of heaven, the murder rules of evil ghosts did not trigger!

"Is this the third-level luck?" Fang Xiu murmured to himself.

At this time, he had already realized why Bai Qi, who was stronger, could not be the captain, but Yang Ming, the guy who was the captain.

Under this unstoppable luck, others went to the strange realm for a lifetime, but he was able to come out safely without knowing the rules. The gap was too big.

It seems that it was right to arrange for Yang Ming to escort Shamat to the radio center. If it were someone else, I would probably not be able to reach the radio center at all.

Or even if it arrives, when the nightmare detects the decrease in fear, it will definitely attack the broadcast center. This is the weird realm of the nightmare, and it will definitely do such a thing.

But it is precisely because the person who went there was Yang Ming, who had the luck of despairing the heavens. When he wanted to do something, all good things and all favorable conditions would be tilted towards him.

At this time, Yang Ming grinned slightly and said, "It's not the third-level luck, but the destiny!"

"Destiny?"

"Hahaha... Not bad! It's the destiny of the son of destiny! The first-level spirit master is the initial display of his abilities, the second-level is the ability strengthening, and the third-level is the ability awakening!

After I reached the third level, my lucky ability awakened became destiny!

Simply put, I, Yang Ming, is the son of destiny. I was born to follow the destiny to end this strange era! Hahaha..." Yang Ming was so excited that he couldn't help laughing with his waist.

Is it fate? No wonder you have such luck.

Wait! Destiny!

Fang Xiu suddenly thought of the parchment paper he saw in the Qingshan Mental Hospital in the office of the dean, which once read: "Does the person favored by destiny want to know the truth of the world?"

At that time, he felt that the person favored by destiny might be himself, but now that Dean Zhou Qingfeng is talking about it, it is probably Yang Ming!

That letter was left to Yang Ming!?

Fang Xiu had a vague thought in his mind at this time. The dean was probably hiding in the dark. He had a huge conspiracy against Yang Ming, the destiny. He let Qingshan Mental Hospital enter reality, and it was still in Green Teng City.

The entire Green Teng City is the area where Yang Ming is responsible for. Why is it so coincidental?

The purpose must be to lure Yang Ming into it, let Yang Ming experience many obstacles, see the letter, and then look for the gift he left behind. This is the purpose of the dean.

As for what the gift is, why Yang Ming has to get it, and why he doesn't give it directly, these are all questions. It cannot be answered at the moment. I am afraid the real answer will be hidden in Qingshan Mental Hospital.
Chapter completed!