Here Lies The Wicked

Prop suit under tactical helmet,

If you're not nervous, it's all ghosts.

I was afraid that the wolves would suddenly discover him as a strange creature...

So it's a good choice to sit in the stern corner.

Obviously, however, too much is being thought of.

Everyone is a one-color crew prop suit, even their faces are covered by prop helmets, they can't see each other, they don't know each other.

The other two passengers, who had never stopped sight of him at all, sat motionless and silent.

Even the harvester, as a boatman, remains in the same closed position at all times.

At this time, there were three passengers on board, and there was only one space left. About a decade or so had elapsed before the fourth person appeared.

Touch the prop master's head and mourn the prop master for a second… The fourth person is also a drama team prop suit, and the “armed men” of a boat are so well organized.

Mm-hmm.

After practicing martial arts, the five sensitive and far more ordinary people, he smelled a different smell on the boat… unlike the sweaty smell of men's sweat glands, but dark perfumed sleeves, the scent of Lan Kao Gui Fu, the fourth passenger is a sister paper?

Fang Zhengzheng.

Apparently, this was also observed by several other boat passengers, who turned their heads under the tactical helmet only slightly towards the fourth boater and then turned their heads indifferently.

No contact throughout.

Steady one.

Always remember that you are a strange creature mixed into the wolf herd, and quickly turn around as indifferent and stop paying attention to the sister paper.

Don't expose yourself.

At this time the number was full and the corpse harvester, who had been sitting on the bow, stood tall and strong slowly. Then other passengers who are familiar with the rules, without having to speak too much, start paying the fare.

The first is two people sitting close to the bow, paying the fare first.

Fang seems to sit quietly, but in fact, he has been watching the movement of the people around him, trying to disguise himself as deep as possible, without trace. Under the prop helmet, he glanced at the boat fare paid by both of them, it is a medallion.

That is Yin De Qian.

It is true… the voice is silent.

When the trapper walks right in front of him, he is actively paying the medallion.

There were no accidents.

And finally, the sister paper, also successfully paid the boat fare.

Fang has been watching corpse hunters every day lately. To be honest, he hasn't really seen a blind bastard, relying on money or refusing to pay the boat's wages.

“I just don't know what would happen if I refused to pay the boat fare and took the Hopper? ”

Well, just out of curiosity.

Thereafter, the trappers began to support the boat and the wooden boat was about to leave the shore, but at this point in time another figure approached in the darkness and was known as an “armed man” in a crew prop costume.

Square your head tight.

You don't think these four guys know each other, they're all partners?

And then one more out of four, and everybody knows what's going on… and then he's exposed?

With this in mind, your whole body is tight and your nerves are stretched into a line. If something goes wrong, you decide to kill it directly.

But the good news is that nothing happened, and when the boat was full of four people, the visitors paused.

After a moment of silence, the man turned into a dark night in another direction and quickly disappeared into square view.

Whoo.

Fang was relaxing in his heart, when he realized that his back was slightly sweaty.

But the next second, directly under the prop helmet, looking in the direction of the disappearance of the fifth person, there… seems to be another direction on the shore of the lake, not the opposite direction of leaving the tap lake, is there any other way to cross the lake?

Just as he pondered, the trapper stood up to the boat, a small plankwood boat, and slowly began to draw deep into the plain lake under the thick white mist.

As the wooden boat gradually disembarked, some strange movements around it began to draw attention.

For example, many people's tiny whispers beside their ears, men's voices, women's voices, strange scriptures, strange scales of light songs... everything seems to form a devil's voice full of evil temptations, gently rubbing each nerve of man and the deepest string of his heart, slightly seducing people's negative emotions, igniting the darkest world of his heart, gradually falling into the deepest depths of hell...

Fang Zheng was shocked and immediately unfolded the "Monkey Meditation Perspective". In a moment, the mind was like a mirror stand, guarding the spirit and not being polluted by evil.

When the mind regained clarity, all the fine whispering sounds beside the ears disappeared, and the spiritual martial arts continued to defend the right mood, free from external pollution.

After restoring clarity, it was discovered that in the calm lake beneath the ship, a black shadow was swiftly wandering past like a jellyfish of black flue gas, seemingly… all ghosts.

Previously, those seemingly tiny whispers of many people were emitted by the shadow whispers beneath these lakes.

Under this lake...

It's all ghosts.

Square two strands tight, this doesn't look like a sturdy little board boat, is it because of the overload?

But that's not the point. The dense ghosts beneath the lake didn't find them. They were just looking at the corpse harvesters who were holding the boat.

The reason that the trappers were tabooed by everyone in ancient times and later passed on as one of several major evil professions was precisely because there was a special group of trappers, living and dead.

He is a living man, but he has the face of a dead man.

The water is shady, and the people who drowned in the water are basically transgressors, even more angry, so the ancients are very feudally superstitious, think that such people are the easiest to “make trouble” after death, and often look for alternates in the water. Thousands of years of history, so many people have drowned without exaggeration, but every river must have drowned. So if you want to fish for corpses in this water, there are naturally many taboos, and then, in the trappers, a special group of people gradually emerge, and the living people die.

By eating dead meat and growing up, enduring the pain that ordinary people can't bear, until they grow up and grow up. When they are dying, they can go to places where the living can't go. They can get close to things that the living can't even see the ghost. Because in the ghost's eyes, there's only one dead man.

When we first met Mr. Fook, we searched in a number of ways, including introductions to the living dead.

Of course, this is just a folk rumor, a folly of the ancients blackmailing and exaggerating things. Eating dead human flesh, poisoned to death long ago, all kinds of super bacteria in the body, corpse poison, can directly destroy a person's immune system.

Perhaps this is another special physique?

Like other awakeners, the corpse harvester in front of him has also awakened a special physique of blood… The Blue Blood Moon is not an example, it has been around since ancient times, once a hundred years.

Ancient Tales of Lethal Divinity, Reading Notes of Weihua Hall, Searching Gods... All kinds of fox ghost fairies, spiritual ghosts Tan, innumerable moves, and Western demon legends... are there awakeners in ancient times?

In the modern world, is that what the powers are?