Here Lies The Wicked

It's destined to be a sleepless night.

Sun Yushu worried about Zheng Mei's family, would there also be an accident?

Helping people to the end, Fang didn't refuse.

At Sun Yushu's request, Fang was enduring his stomach, which was still falling over the river, and the horse kept rushing to Zheng Mei's house.

Sun Yushu arranged for his mother to be taken to his relatives' house for some time, and the two of them rushed to Zheng Mei's neighborhood overnight. The two desperate rescuers directly woke up Zheng Mei's husband and one of Zheng Mei's remaining women, and found no abnormality.

Fang Zheng also did not smell the mud and sand moisture and dead fish in Zheng Mei's house.

Looks like Zheng Mei hasn't been here before.

The two of them were restless and waited for another night outside the neighborhood, safe and sound. It seems that Zheng Mei's affair has ended.

This is Sun Yushu's lifelong nightmare.

I'm glad I finally woke up.

Later, Fang Zheng refused Sun Yushu's kindness in setting up a feast. Now he, his stomach is still tumbling over the river, and now he sees that the food feels his stomach is convulsing violently.

This psychological shadow.

I'm afraid he won't be able to look directly at seafood for the next year and a half.

Fortunately, Sun Yushu's reward, a bank card with 60,000 yuan deposited, barely made up for the trauma. For the 60,000 yuan, Fang did not have a corrective reasoning, and he was comfortable with it. This was what he deserved.

Sun Yushu was sent to take a taxi away first, and the color of the square god was concentrated.

After this night of torment, we are finally convinced that the world is changing dramatically.

The large number of psychic event posts that have erupted in recent times on the internet are not all fake.

Ancient village female corpses, dead people ask for directions...

And the recent mass disappearance of more than a dozen viewers in foreign cinemas.

Bloody Mary Ling Fae Game Suspected to Be Real...

In his four days alone, there have been two psychotic incidents.

The first was the Evil Spirit Chariot.

The second time is dead meal.

He was the only one who, in just four days, encountered two psychotic events in a row, so many chances, he wondered whether others, like him, had recently encountered psychotic events frequently.

While sighing, how can ordinary people escape if they encounter these strange events?

Almost like a weed.

The deeper he thought, the more he felt the numbness in his scalp, and he was afraid to go on thinking about the dramatic changes in the world. At the same time, it adds a sense of urgency to the impending crisis, and the world is going to be uneven.

He must improve his strength as soon as possible.

In this dramatically strange world, he strives for an inch of peace, like the wild grass that is rooted in the wind and rain.

But these two spiritual events were not without fruit; on the contrary, they yielded much for him.

Let him collect all the grey air.

After that dead meal last night, Fang Zheng finally figured out the source of the grey air, because of these ghosts! This will also be the direction of his future efforts.

Hiss!

With this in mind, you are experiencing a toothache.

It always feels like there's something wrong with painting.

He wanted to be stronger because he didn't want to have any resistance, like a weed, to psychic events.

But if he is to become stronger, he must take the initiative to collide with the psychic event.

If he doesn't take the initiative to look for psychic events, he can't get stronger.

If he can't get stronger, he'll die like a weed in a weird, horrible psychotic event.

But if he wants to have the power to resist, he has to take the initiative to find a psychic event and hit the gunpoint.

“Mud coal! ”

“Isn't that the infinite cycle of death! ”

Fang is depressed.

Then, ghosts make the gods worse...

Fang Zheng also did not know why, unable to control the chicken number, actually took out his domestic smart machine and began to search for any other psychic outbreaks in the recent past.

The focus is on the city.

Rich, democratic, civilized, harmonious, free, equal, just, rule-of-law, patriotic, dedicated, honest, friendly.

The Internet is still a dominant melody.

But just as Fang landed on the forum where the Great God of the Wall was piled up, a post was brushed up to make him live.

[Sneaking around!! After several days of squatting in the Municipal People's Hospital, I saw the old Taoist wearing a robe enter the People's Hospital again this morning!! Is it true there's haunting in the hospital?

Throttle roar, square figure, quickly disappear at the corner.

Half an hour later.

Buses 239 to the people's hospital of the city, such as the canned sardines, emptied half of the people at once.

Just out of the car, just under the cap of the duck tongue, the eyes reveal an irresistible ecstasy and excitement.

A whitewash!

From the city's people's hospital, like a moth burst into flames, the laser came towards him!

He was instantly devoured by the human skin scripture inside his coat.

People move around, people are dense and flourishing, but no one finds the abnormality that occurs around them, and everyone has a normal color.

Had it not been for the takeover of the Municipal People's Hospital by the armed police, the party would have been eager to laugh immediately.

Plus the grey air collected last night.

It's still him, the first time he's saved up a whitewash.

Forcibly suppressing inner excitement and ecstasy, Fang Zheng patiently continued to wait, the result of the day ended, even the opportunity to practice at noon temporarily let go, until sunset, evening dusk, did not wait for the appearance of grey air, only to be disappointed.

I don't know how to do so many good things. I really play games. Golden brush experience treasure... Fang is laughing bitterly, and I'm very unhappy.

A little bit lost, but at least a little proven.

Every time a Taoist shows up, he has a gray smell.

And the problem with the source of the grey air is that it comes from ghosts.

Fang Zheng's scalp and hemp: “What secret is hidden inside this city's people's hospital? ”

“Even the armed police are stationed in the hospital, and any security guard at the door is a soldier. It should not have been a psychotic incident, otherwise the city's people's hospital would not have opened the door as usual. ”

“What's in the hospital? ”

“Taoists, ghosts, martial police take over… what's all this about? ”

When the cocoon was stripped and frowned, he thought of going deeper.

Perhaps… in Municipality… there is a government agency that deals exclusively with psychic events, like a dedicated information department that screens and deletes psychic event posts that appear online.

Like the Psychic Bureau, the Bureau of Special Incidents Investigation?

And the old Taoist mentioned in the post, most likely one of the members of this institution?

Even more than this government agency exists in Municipality, there is one in every city in the country, and then it forms a huge thing that touches all corners of the country...

The more he thought about it, the more likely it was, at which point his domestic intelligent machine sounded.

It's actually Sun Yushu, who just split up this morning.

When he picked up the phone, Sun Yushu's voice hurried. "Dead again! ”

“Just now, four more of our colleagues from the department involved in the autopsy of the victims of the Tongjiang Bridge died! ”

Square face changed.

This matter is far from over. Zheng Mei is just the beginning.