"Feng Lan, I will ask Amida to find out more about my little friend's death."

Ma Mengqi said with tears.

"Perhaps what you have to do is to muster up the courage to cut off your own head and enshrine it in front of Sun You's spiritual tablet. Someone will naturally handle the other matters."

Feng Lan packed up his equipment and said coldly.

He called everyone to come forward and arranged the exploration.

First, I politely ask for everyone’s opinions, hoping that those with courage, courage, and ability will take the lead.

Whoever solves the problem gets the credit.

Others have already seen it clearly.

Feng Lan is now extremely murderous and emotionally changeable, and in this mysterious and unpredictable space, no one is better than Feng Lan.

Who is stupid enough to step on the obvious bad luck?

After Fenglan arranged the matters, he used Snowflake Step and fell into the muddy waterfall.

It's like stepping on a silk net under your feet. Every time you go down a little, the silk net breaks through a layer.

The surrounding body was filled with a mysterious aura, and Fenglan's clothes made a hissing sound.

Fenglan gradually approached the position that looked like a glove but not a glove, and looked like a rag but not a rag. He stretched out his hand and pulled it, and took out a light yellow gun holster from the sand.

Feng Lan was startled, and silently took out the nine-bullet revolver and holstered it, it was just right.

It is simply tailor-made and seamless.

A light golden light slowly flashed on the holster, covering up the gold color of the revolver and the original light yellow color of the holster.

The pale golden light lingers on Fenglan's right hand like the afterglow of the sun and moon, flowing between the fingers.

Feng Lan could see that the dragon claws inlaid on the entire right arm were changing from white to light gold.

After a while, I felt an itchy feeling on my chest, a kind of itchy feeling like when a wound is about to heal and shed dead skin. It was particularly uncomfortable and I wanted to dig hard at it with my hands.

Soon, Feng Lan felt hungry and thirsty, as if high-temperature sparks were splashing in his throat, igniting the blood all over his body.

The dragon claws on the right arm are constantly changing, tearing the right shoulder blade apart, and are about to break free from a certain restraint.

Feng Lan tried his best to calm down, silently took out a purple spiritual crystal, stuffed it into the palm of his right hand, and snugly attached it to the holster.

A strange coldness penetrated into the palm of the hand and spread freely along the meridians of the human body.

Feng Lan suddenly felt his right arm swell up, as if there was a torrent of water with no way to go, and then he turned the wind and snow channel, and it was like a big river changing its channel to divert the flow, flowing thousands of miles away.

A strange coldness spread all over the body. The hunger and thirst caused by the high temperature slowly dissipated, and the dragon claw attached to his right arm gradually stabilized.

Feng Lan was quite pleased that the Feng Xue Sutra was running uninterrupted, and he slowly leaned over to find the position of the holster.

Unexpectedly, I felt dizzy and my eyesight went dark.

He felt that for a short time, light returned to his eyes.

However, after he woke up completely, he found that the light in front of him was produced by dense colored lights spreading and interweaving in the darkness.

How can human vision see clear lines of light?

Feng Lan pinched himself, it hurt so much, and subconsciously checked the things on his body.

What is certain is that the revolver is still tightly held in his right hand.

However, the other equipment on his body was gone.

Feng Lan, who was already experienced, did not panic and looked around cautiously.

He found himself standing on a big red wooden chair, with a thick gray rope loop suspended above his head, and above it was pitch black.

What's mysterious is that there is only a one-foot-square space in front of you, with lines of light criss-crossing, illuminating the surrounding space of about fifty centimeters.

Feng Lan slowly inserted the holstered revolver into the light.

Suddenly, the colors on the light became thicker, red, blue, purple, and silver, intertwined and spread in all directions.

It's like a snake's nest here.

The group of snakes hibernating in the dark space and time, after absorbing energy, wake up one by one, showing their true form hidden in the darkness, while growing up. At the thickest intersection, other snakes in the darkness will be attracted.

Dance into the Milky Way.

Feng Lan thought it was pretty good-looking, but he was very wary, his impatience and uneasiness occasionally showed, and he didn't know where to put his left hand.

However, he really couldn't feel the presence of any danger, but instead felt a rare sense of safety and comfort.

It was a warm feeling of coming home.

He enjoyed it very much and just let nature take its course.

Time is passing away little by little.

At a certain point in time, two strange light points flickered in the dark space.

This familiar light spot... vertical pupils.

Feng Lan suddenly woke up and called softly: "Stupid!"

Hiss~, a snake's hiss, and a strange light flashed away.

Benben is the little flower snake with pimples on its body in the Taiming continent world.

Fenglan was surprised and happy, thinking about chasing after him.

His right hand moved slightly, and the light spreading in front of him swayed like an intertwined network of light, and a layer of dark ripples appeared at the end of the intertwined light.

In a quick glance, he saw a hand at the end of one of the lights.

His legs softened and he slid off the big red wooden chair. The moment his butt touched the wooden chair, he was restrained by the force coming from the back of the chair and sat on the big red wooden chair.

After a while, the colored lights dissipated and the surrounding area turned into a dark, normal space.

In front of him, corpses were placed in strange postures and scattered on the ground.

Some of them seemed to be lying on the ground crying.

Some look like they are praying with their backs to the sky.

Some were half-kneeling, facing the darkness.

Feng Lan was awakened by a burst of pain, and slowly felt a dull pain in both feet and toes. When he moved his left foot, he let out a strange cry of pain.

This voice... is not Fenglan's voice, nor is it a human voice.

Feng Lan slowly felt the stiff limbs, dead-like muscles, a finger-thick layer of dead skin, and there seemed to be maggots squirming in the dry head.

Waves of suffocation spread in my mind.

That's because the muscles of the current corpse are unable to receive instructions from the brain and respond appropriately.

When Feng Lan calmed down, even the pain was just the pain that a normal physical body should have in his consciousness.

He slowly raised his feet and could see the transparent holes on his toes, which had long been free of blood.

The left and right hands were also nailed to the wooden pillars. With gentle force, they slipped from the thumb-thick iron nails.

Nailed between the eyebrows, eyes and throat are thick threaded gold bars, as thick as the middle finger.

Fenglan...er...should be a long-dried corpse, standing up slowly, with a total of twenty-four transparent holes on his hands, feet, and head.

Feng Lan could no longer accept any memory of the corpse, and moved clumsily like a blind man.

About ten steps away, there is a lamp.

When Feng Lan pressed the switch, a bright glow illuminated the space.

This is a very ordinary wooden house, about three meters high, seven meters long, four meters wide. It has a row of bookcases, sideboards, and lockers, all arranged in a neat and aristocratic style.

There were thirteen corpses in the room, as if they were asleep, and the corpses showed no signs of decay.

Fenglan's consciousness dominated the corpse, and he slowly came to the window, gently pushed it open, and suddenly a strange pure golden light came out.

Suddenly, the Oriental Fish White in the depths of Feng Lan's mind emerged, and golden light poured in and merged into it.

Gradually, a faint golden glow appeared between the oriental fish white and the frosty mist, like a layer of golden silk.

At the same time, the corpse was becoming flesh and blood, and the transparent holes in its body were being repaired bit by bit.

Likewise, the horrific pain begins to bite back the consciousness and memory of another soul.

Feng Lan only felt that his consciousness was trying its best to escape from a prison, but all efforts were in vain.

Fortunately, this horrific and painful situation only lasted three minutes.

Fenglan scratched his hands. The stiff fingers had flesh and blood and could move normally. The holes on the fingers were healing.

He walked away from the window, and the golden light came in, dragging a golden human-shaped light and shadow in the wooden house.

There is still no memory of this physical body.

Feng Lan stood in front of the bronze mirror and looked at the "person" in the bronze mirror.

He is wearing a retro silver-blue python robe, is 1.75 meters tall, wears the official hat of a prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, has a face like a crown of jade, has a five-willow long beard, and is slightly bloated.
To be continued...