Here Lies The Wicked

The sound of a car engine, roaring in the middle of the mountain.

Hanging gear, upgrade,

Make a sharp turn, rattle the tire...

Finally, at the fork, drive in three directions to procrastinate as much as possible behind you and gain life for others.

Yet!

Hair that grows like a black tide, spreading too fast, directly along a hillside with no roads, following it in a straight line.

Boom!

The heavy fire of the metal friction cliff, a fast flying private car, the head of the car heavily crashed into the cliff on the side of the mountain road, instantly the head deformed, the front wheel broke the shaft nest, the airbag exploded all the more.

You can see the private car deforming, twisting, and recessed in a large chunk of the body toward the cliff. A few millimeters of hard steel plate broke and rolled up a crisp, sharp break. The view, like the body of a flying car, was suddenly hit hard by a huge force.

Tick, tick...

Black pungent engine oil, red engine antifreeze, drips quickly onto a large beach along a severely damaged head.

Zhao Tai on the driver's seat was knocked out by the huge impact of the airbag on the spot and lay still on the steering wheel.

Your legs are stuck tightly in the deformed cab.

Even the bodies of several other self-driving tourists in the car were all under the inertia of a huge impact force. The east and west were twisted, and whether it was a coincidence or not, the bodies in the car were all reversed to the driver's seat to cover Zhao Tai's body.

The driver's seat was covered with blood stains.

Acquainted with Soso… A long, thin sound, like a tidal black hair, stopped slightly when passing through the private car, then immediately followed the road like a black tide to chase towards another blue trolley.

It seems… these horrible long hairs, searching around, did not detect any living people in the driver's seat in the car.

Chen Zhiyong looked through the rear view mirror and saw the car behind him crashing into the cliff. He was angry and roaring in the driver's seat. He tried to draw those long-haired attention while howling and roaring: "Come on! Come on, kill me! ”

“I'll be here waiting for you to kill me! ”

The horn keeps ringing, especially stinging.

Boom!

The blue van tumbled sharply, its body was severely deformed, the glass spilled all over the floor, and finally rolled out of the guardrail, heavily smashing it onto a few meters off the road, the wheels facing the sky.

Chen Zhiyong did not faint, he wanted to struggle, but his body was stuck in the driver's seat on the foot, and his head was heavily pressed by a self-driving tourist's body, his mouth and nose felt suffocated, and he didn't even have a chance to scream.

It was at this time that Chen Zhiyong's eye-to-eye view saw the black tide rapidly spreading through the window of the missing glass, and he did not seem to have been found in the car.

Chen Zhiyong opened his eyes to tears, his eyes were complicated and incredible, and he looked at the corpse of a self-driving tourist pressed against him...

Yes, is that you...

But how is it possible...

Rest assured, we will take all of you out to rest the dead and return your souls, and you will not be left alone! We can all get out of here!

And right now.

A dozen people in the country bus, listening from the night sky behind them, heard two loud trips in a row, they lay tight on the car window, anxiously looked behind them in the direction of the Black Mountain Peak, crying out to the outside world for help.

“Save them! ”

“Somebody help them! ”

“No one else can die! ”

At this moment, when we learned about what happened in Wenwu Township, the outside world shook...

Zhang Jianming listened to the noise behind him, and his eyes cracked.

Every time the rollover sounds, let the man with his hands firmly hold the steering wheel, shake his body, it is not fear, but the rage of the teeth, holding the steering wheel firmly on the palm of his hand, a bluish muscle burst out.

Shh!

The braking noise of the tyre emergency brake, the car stopped, only not far away, and a human pyrotechnic light appeared.

Oh, shit!

Zhang Jianming turned around urgently and could never go any further. He hung up, spinning the steering wheel, and wanted to turn around on a narrow mountain road. However, at this time, Sysoso learned that there seemed to be some noise under the cliff of the mountain road approaching quickly.

But the dark mountains in the night, dark, dark.

Like the ghost world swallowed by the terror junction.

Cold, cold feeling, sweeping around Zhang Jianming's body, suddenly!

“Die! ”

An angry drink, such as cold electricity through the long sky, as if a nightmare had been smashed, that cold, cold feeling disappeared from Zhang Jianming, then he glared at the most incredible scene of his life.

A golden flame of people, running straight up the mountain from the hillside, like electric light, all the trees and rocks along the way, all exploded by brutal impact, and there was a shrub explosion nearby, like a mythical scene, what is that, is it really a person?

Boom!

The square foot stamped the ground, the rock beneath the foot collapsed like a spider web, collapsed a piece, Jiuyang Qi!

A wood-burning knife!

Knock, knife, sweep like a red dragon, spill hot and hot energy.

Boom!

Those long hairs on the hillside, like black tides, instantly burn in flames.

However, more black long hair swept at him in an attempt to strangle his regiment into pieces.

The right way at this moment, fearless.

With a ghost knife, he greeted him directly.

A wood-burning knife! The first knife, the second knife, the third knife… The shadow of the heavenly knife splits like when a red madness lake explodes in the sky, the air dries, and a lot of moisture evaporates.

This is due to the energy leakage of Jiuyang Zhenqi.

Even if it is just an energy spill, it has created such a vision that it is conceivable what extreme temperatures have reached on the knife's mantle at this moment as the knife continues to cycle.

Boom!

The knife, along with the strangulation of the long sky hair, is the full force of Fang's unreserved knife, clammy, like the brittle sound of a collision of gold iron, these ghost forces of dense numbness hair, actually hard as a steel needle.

Carrying a knife, carrying two knives… The burning wooden knife is getting faster and stronger and stronger, beginning to have hair chopped, strangled hair brakes, then ignited, burned into nothingness in the middle of the air.

At this moment, the wood-burning knife is dancing without ventilation, and the knife is spinning fast.

Stacked with a knife, no power erupts.

Boom!

The sky shadowed, finally unable to carry the wood-burning knife, under the cycle of a knife, was chopped open a crack, boom!

Burn them all.

Turned into a flash torch.

Burn clean in just a few seconds.

However, he did not kill the ghost. He saw a woman with long hair spreading along the hillside and growing like a tide. He began to retreat as quickly as a tide. He went straight back to the village of Gujing.

Boom!

Fang Zheng slapped several ancient trees in the way, knock, knock, knock, mountain rock tread constantly trembling, the power is huge, like in his little body, really has ancient brute force, horizontal ram straight chase down, speed, wood burning knife method all the way, constantly grinding long hair along the way.

In the Jiuyang Qi Qi, which had just reached Yang, these women, who had been transformed by the forces of the shadow, had long hair, all of which had been hanged and burned clean.

This time, we finally caught this ghost, and no longer appeared hidden like before, making him powerful and powerless. Where would Fang easily release this ghost this time?

Especially since this century-old man has suffered the backlash of human skin scripture, it is the perfect time to be weak and win the chase.

Now, if you don't take the chance to kill this centenarian,

Waiting for a backlash?

On the Panshan highway, Zhang Jianming gazed at the scene in front of him. This suddenly appeared to save his life. Is it really human?

This completely subverts the three perspectives of ordinary people.

He looked at the incredible battle in front of him all the way. One man could actually break a big tree with one knife. Normal people didn't even dare to think about the scene. How powerful should this be?

Somehow a strange thought appeared in his mind… is this man's arm not a flesh and blood body, but a robotic arm of an oil pressure excavator?

Easy is a few tons of weird power!!

When the person could no longer be seen, disappeared from view, Zhang Jianming returned from his astonishment as if he were awake in a dream. At this time, Zhang Jianming seemed to think of something. His eyes were nervous, anxious, and he drove the car back in haste: “Zhao Tai, Chen Zhiyong, please don't let anything happen to you, wait for me! ”

This centenarian seems to like his hair.

So women like to do hair?

Ghostly hair can't burn all the way, Fang Zheng pursued all the way, Jiuyang Zhenqi burned all the way, but the hair is still as dense and numb as the tide.

This reminds him of Zheng Mei, who was eaten raw by him and lost his body...

When I think of Zheng Mei, Fang Zheng glanced at me cold, and forced me to push down the river to fall into the sea. I felt a strong anti-stomach feeling, and the knife method was faster than a storm.

Large pieces of hair were burned to the ground.

Without many eyes, no longer worried about exposing themselves to the right direction, we chased all the way to Gujing Village at this moment.

Until they hunted down to the monastery.

When he killed the monastery again, it seemed like something was on his mind. His face was more indifferent: “Turns out you can't leave Gujing Village...”

“Your bones aren't cold, your bones are still in this dry well, so you can't get out of Gujing Village, and eventually you have to go back to Gujing Village, which is your biggest limitation. ”

Fang Zheng thought this because he clearly remembered that when he was still trapped in the phantom of a ghost striking wall, he was looking at the ancient well from the woman's first perspective, and suddenly his back head was attacked again from behind.

Whoo!

A white ghost flashed past a house just behind the corner as the skirt rubbed the air lightly.

“Pretending to haunt! ”

If this century-old ghost is in full bloom, with those three layers of ghosts to fight the wall, Fang Zheng may still have some worries, afraid to work hard with this ghost.

But at this moment, the more the centenarian is so faithful and pretends to be a ghost, the more it means that she has been hurt greatly by the backphage of human skin scripture.

Burn your bones, see if you've even lost your bones. How can you be angry?