After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

At this point, Qin He had no choice but to go back and ask anyone.

The reason is simple. Once entering the fog, the position of the marked warhorse begins to become erratic.

Sometimes it was in the north, sometimes in the northwest, and sometimes in the northeast.

At the same time, the Ghost City also underwent obvious changes.

The fog grew thicker.

The position of the warhorse became even more erratic.

It's not even north anymore, the range has shifted to due east and due west.

Moreover, the distance was sometimes far and sometimes near. When it was closest, Qin He could even hear the sound of horse hooves. When it was a little further away, even with a sharp hearing, he could not hear the sound.

When the direction of the warhorse changed to the south, completely going in the opposite direction, Qin He had to stop.

There's no way to catch up.

This supernatural law cannot be judged by common sense.

If this is the outside world, then the laws of space are involved.

Distance and direction are the core of spatial laws.

Of course, there is another possibility, that is an illusion. Everything you see and touch is an illusion.

Although Qin He also knows magic, the sky is vast and the earth is vast, and there are mountains beyond mountains, so Qin He cannot conclude that it is not.

But whether it touched upon the laws of space or illusion, there was no doubt about it.

This game is a high-end game!

After pondering for a moment, Qin He had no better idea and could only wander around looking for more clues.

Half an hour later.

When Qin He turned to a crossroads, he was hesitating which way to go.

"when!"

Suddenly, a gong sounded from the side.

Qin He instinctively sensed the position of the warhorse, because the supernatural soldiers appeared by beating gongs.

But Qin He discovered that it was not the designated war horse.

Instead, a red sedan slowly emerged from the fog.

Four people were carrying the sedan chair from the back, and three people were leading the way in front.

There was a gong, two lanterns, and a piece of clothing sitting on the sedan chair.

The reason why they are called "clothes" is because the things worn are completely transparent, or invisible. Only when the clothes are supported can it be shown that they are not nothingness, but just invisible.

If Cai Linglong and others were here, they would definitely exclaim: Ghost!

They were the first horror that Cai Linglong and the others experienced. More than half of them were shot in the head, which was a great terror.

"Soldiers and civilians, please get out of the way of the county magistrate's sedan chair~" After the gong sounded, the ghost who struck the gong screamed.

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin He felt his head swelling again.

Surprisingly, they were attacked again!

"you!"

"big!!"

"Damn it!!!"

Qin He almost got as angry as Tarzan.

The sixth time!

Who provoked whom?

A sneak attack right away?

Qin He's neck tilted and his eyes squinted, his anger level reaching its maximum.

Open the mouth without saying a word!

He quickly rushed onto the sedan chair and started beating up the five or six pieces of clothing.

Bang bang bang...the head comes first.

After hitting its head, he smashed the gong into pieces.

Then sweep the colorful sedan chair into a flat surface.

Finally, strip off their clothes, roll them up, and use the shovel to poke it down their throats.

Qin He finally let go of the anger in his heart and left.

And this... is destined to be just the beginning.

If you go out without checking the almanac, you will definitely run into Qin He if there are too many parading supernatural characters.

Soon Qin He met the Eight Immortals carrying the coffin again.

In the front was a Taoist priest, shaking a bell and singing: "The heroic spirit has fallen, the sky is dark, all living things are weeping, mortals should get out of the way~" Behind him were the weeping mourners.

Just like before, he attacked Qin He for the seventh time.

Qin He was as irritable as ever.

He rushed forward and first took apart the Taoist's bell, then beat the Taoist priest and the Eight Immortals eight times, and finally chopped the coffin with a shovel.

Either the supernatural is the supernatural, or the person in the coffin is not a corpse at all.

He is so lively and energetic cosplaying as the old man with white beard.

Qin He pulled out its beard, twisted it into a hemp rope, and hung it on the Eight Immortals pole.

Lying on the board?

Are you beautiful?

Keep me hanging!

After the funeral, a wedding procession and a civil servant arrived.

Follow the same pattern and then clean up.

The bride and groom opened its skull.

The civil servant tore off its official robe, stuffed the official seal into its mouth, and then used a pen to draw two large turtles, one male and one female, on its face.

There is only one purpose: to be more supernatural than the supernatural.

More terrifying than horror.

In the end, Qin He didn't even let the child go.

"Three, three, four, four, we are all wooden men, no talking, no moving!"

There was a group of children, walking forward while playing games. Every time a command was shouted, they would stop and remain silent. If one of them moved or spoke, he would be laughed at by the others and everyone would slap his hand.

Repeat the process, playing as you walk.

That image and dress are exactly like the innocent and childish children that you can see every day in the market.

If you are a person with a strong compassion, you would want to rush up and hug one or two of them and give them a couple of kisses.

But Qin He...punched the Nanshan Nursing Home and kicked the Beihai Kindergarten.

One person slapped two people in the face.

You threw all the candies in my pocket on the ground and stepped on them.

A group of supernatural children with snot bubbles came out of their noses and ran away crying and shouting "Looking for mom".