Judging from the range of sight, the real straw mats echo the positions of the stars. When there are two or more straw mats in the same position, the lighter color is the real one.
Suddenly, Ding Fan shuddered, and his body was shaking due to fear.
"Brother Wei, what are you doing?" Ding Fan asked dissatisfiedly, these feelings came from Wei Teng.
"Only the spiritual eye can distinguish between dark and light. You don't want to show your true form, do you?" Witten could hardly express it.
"Otherwise?" Ding Fan asked.
"Go back!" Witten was anxious, "This is too risky!"
"We can only go back when the alarm clock rings."
If Ding Fan doesn't agree, there is no turning back, even if he gives it a try!
Suddenly, Ding Fan showed his true body, and Wei Teng exclaimed, "It's over, it's over, it's over!"
The ghosts flew away in fright, including Luo Ying. He never expected that the person chatting with him turned out to be a stranger.
Taking a deep breath, Ding Fan used his magic eye to distinguish the authenticity of the straw mat, jumped forward quickly, and was a thousand meters away in the blink of an eye.
"Hey, it seems to work?" Witten was even more surprised.
Leng Ling'er, who had never expressed his stance, breathed a sigh of relief and said with a tearful tone: "Yes, so far, it has not caused any special reaction."
"Brother Fan, you are still taking too many risks." Witten complained.
While jumping forward, Ding Fan said with a smile: "The breath of strangers will attract spirit ghosts, but few third-level spirit ghosts come here, and they are all tired of passing, so how can they have the energy to deal with me!"
"But aren't there some zombies here, the zombie king's?" Witten asked.
"Hey, they are sensitive to all kinds of smells."
Haha, haha, both Leng Ling'er and Wei Teng laughed, a little reluctantly, just to build momentum.
Aiming at the row of three straw mats in front of him, Ding Fan clicked lightly and landed on the one in the middle.
Suddenly, the grass mats on both sides sank, forming two small whirlpools, and then two slimy dark green heads emerged from the water.
"Zombies, run!" Witten shouted.
Ding Fan didn't stop for a moment, jumping one after another. When he looked back, the two zombies had already sunk and were not chasing him.
Witten was extremely embarrassed, and the majestic beast was frightened by the two zombies!
I remember that in the past, I could crush them into dust with my breath, but now, all I can do is urge Ding Fan to run quickly.
More embarrassing things are to come!
Ding Fan was about to step onto the next straw mat when a group of zombies emerged from the marsh. Their bodies were all swollen, and their facial features were prominent and no one was in their original position, which would cause great visual discomfort.
"Brother Fan, hold still!" Witten reminded.
Ding Fan was in a trance, stepped on the zombie's head with one foot, and tapped the straw mat with the other foot. Just as he was about to take off, clatter!
The thick and dull sound of the water disturbed people's minds. Several hands emerged from the water, and two zombies jumped out more than one meter high.
Bang bang bang!
Without hesitation, Ding Fan waved his palm and knocked the zombie into the water, and the outstretched hands also retracted.
Whoosh!
A stream of water spurted out from below, and Ding Fan quickly jumped onto the next straw mat.
Whoosh whoosh!
More water jets spurted out from below, as dense as a net, which also affected vision.
At the critical moment, he used the wind to disperse the water column. Ding Fan held his breath and jumped out a dozen times in a row.
However, bad things still happened!
The breath of strangers attracted more and more zombies, and the water boiled extremely violently. Not only did the water droplets spurted out become thicker, but a thick wave of one meter high surged below.
A zombie with only the upper body but about two meters tall emerged from the water, filled with murderous aura. The mutilated body stirred the water and formed a rain curtain, completely blocking the view ahead.
not good!
Ding Fan secretly thought that after staying too long, the grass mats under his feet began to sink. When the water was about to reach his feet, Ding Fan had to take off again.
"Brother Fan, fight in the Chaoze water!" Wei Teng shouted.
With a strike of his palm, the water sank deeply, causing the zombies to sink as well. Finally, he could see the front, and Ding Fan almost felt cold in his heart.
There was a piece of straw mat, and some overlapped with each other. It was too late to distinguish them!
My life is at an end!
Ding Fan could not help but feel desolate. By coincidence, two level three spirit ghosts flew diagonally and landed on two of the straw mats.
One of them sank and disappeared without a trace, but the other one was safe and sound.
Ding Fan was overjoyed and used Lingbo Weibu, which also landed on the third-level spirit ghost.
After hundreds of years of not seeing a stranger, he finally saw one, and he was actually next to him. The third-level spirit ghost's face was so shocked that it was deformed.
"Dare you ask me, sir..."
From the corner of his eye, Ding Fan saw a zombie emerging from the lake. He didn't have time to hear what the other person said, so he hurriedly jumped to the next one.
Poor that third-level spirit ghost, he was dragged into the marsh by the zombies. He didn't even get a bath and had to go through a difficult rebirth in the ghost realm.
The desolate swamp seemed endless. Ding Fan concentrated and held his breath. In his eyes, there were only those real straw mats.
Just as he landed on another one, he suddenly felt his body rising. When he lowered his head, he saw that a dozen arms with ragged muscles and bones were holding him up from below.
In the blink of an eye, it is three meters high, and then rotates rapidly, as if there is a stalemate attraction, which makes people feel confused and their consciousness is a little blurred.
A momentary mistake is an eternal mistake.
Leng Ling'er had no time to warn her, so she stepped out, and four or five black butterflies shot out from her moonlight skirt, knocking down several zombies. Ding Fan suddenly woke up, and his falling body spun forward.
He held on with one arm and finally escaped another disaster.
"Damn it, when did it end?" Witten complained.
Ding Fan didn't answer, he didn't know. But the ghost realm is not a place of creation. When the conservation of yin and yang is observed, and when the inner strength makes light of the difficulties, it is not too far away to escape from the predicament!
Fighting zombies all the way, running all the way until a large grass mat with a hundred square meters appeared in front of you.
It was undoubtedly true, and Ding Fan jumped up.
The surging water behind him gradually calmed down, and the zombies in pursuit slowly sank under the water.
The straw mat does not exist in isolation. There is a wooden house above it. Ding Fan stood for a long time and did not feel it sinking. The surrounding water seemed relatively clear.
There was no danger here for the time being, so Ding Fan decided to go to the wooden house to find out.
The hay underfoot is soft, giving people the illusion of being down to earth.
Pushing his palm in the air, the wooden door opened in response. After sensing for a moment, there was nothing unusual, and Ding Fan walked in.
The room was very tidy, with wooden tables, chairs and benches placed in the middle, and an antique wooden bed in the corner. The whole body was wrapped in a warm atmosphere, and Ding Fan unconsciously smiled at the corner of his mouth.
The long-lost sense of happiness and solidity.
Slowly sitting down, a white porcelain bowl suddenly appeared on the table, simple and elegant, filled with clean water.
It seemed that after seeing the turbid water for a lifetime, Ding Fan felt moved when he saw clean water again, but his reason told him that everything was an illusion and he could not be moved by it.
"This water is really special, the breath is so pure." Leng Ling'er threw herself at the table to absorb the breath.