Here Lies The Wicked

Nine finger photographer?

According to Tu Hao Dong, the nine-finger photographer still seems to be quite brilliant.

It was also in the village that a villager's house was rented on the ground floor as a facade and a flag was raised.

Can be counted as yin and yang, feng shui pitting.

That's a lot of breath.

This means that it may be someone with the same purpose as the trapper and the operator.

But that's not the point, Tu Haodong came to find Fang Zheng, to notify the afternoon crew that there are new shots to shoot.

The afternoon shot was a shootout in the water.

This is a small water pond located downstream of Dragon Lake. Originally, the director intended to photograph it in Dragon Lake. The director chose Dragon Lake Village in the Deep Mountain Old Forest as one of the lenses, and the unique landscape of Dragon Lake is one of the important reasons.

However, since the last incident of drowning three people in a row, this dragon lake has become a place of evil, no one dares to joke about his life, and try to get into the dragon lake to see if his life is hard. And the director didn't dare to risk his life, so he had to end up shooting this shootout in the water in a pool somewhat similar to Lake Dragon.

Wait for the later production, then combine the scenery of the tap lake.

At this time, a professional device has been set up in the shooting area, waiting to start shooting.

“Fang, the director is invited, the master Gao just arrived yesterday, is also present today.” At the shooting site, Tuhoudong gently touched the lower side with his elbow.

Just look away.

Generally speaking, the master tall, not to speak of a fairy temperament, fairy wind, but at least the eyebrows must be white, but the master tall, but the celebrity tall horse big fat young, wearing a soap horn robe.

It's just this robe, I don't know where it came from, it obviously doesn't fit very well, it's like 180 fat people buying an M-size outfit that looks like a big fat guy with Michelin tires.

However, the director respected the man very much.

Yesterday, the crew came out of the day precisely because the director called for Master Wang, who said he wanted to light up the water and exorcise the evil.

Can the pool still light up? As a result, the director was convinced.

So yesterday's underwater shootout was postponed to today.

Nine finger photographer, Master Michelin...

What a bunch of demon dancing...

Fang has a feeling that under so many eyes, the secret of Fuji in the faucet lake will not be hidden for long.

The underwater shootout lens was not long, mainly due to the special circumstances, the director CUT dozens of times, and it took half a day to force the shootout to be completed.

And the sky was darkening, mute, mute.

A few shouts of cold crow suddenly heard noise, shooting on the end of a pine tree near the site, standing a cold crow, where the noise continued.

But these crows seem to be different from the people's impressions. They are not afraid of strangers at all. They are useless to disperse. A pair of black paint is like eyes with no emotions. They stare straight at humans like dead eyes. They are cold and have no emotions.

Even in the village of Lake Dragon.

Dummy - Dummy -

Crow screaming, louder than baby crying, unpleasant, the doorway rented by the trapper, growing a lush tree. At this time, a crow flew over the tree's edge, also two cold eyeballs with black eyes and no white eyes, staring straight at the trapper.

He kept screaming at the corpse harvester.

The ancients regarded the crow as an ominous thing and thought that its cry would bring disaster.

Screaming like a cry.

The trapper also apparently saw the crow on the top of the tree, but the trapper ignored it and did not walk out of the store to drive it away.

And by this time, the sky was completely black.

The last light at the end of the sky also sinks into the world of ghosts.

The darkness couldn't see the real darkness. Tap, tap, tap. A black dog suddenly walked into the village. Four claws tapped the hard road gently, making a crisp sound of nails tapping the ground.

The black dog finally came to the front door of the cadaver's shop and actually dug up the pit directly in front of the store.

The old crow reported mourning, the black dog pit.

They're all coming for the dead.

"Go back and tell them I didn't kill them. ”

The word of the trapper was actually directed at the crow on the tree outside the door, and the black dog in the pit at the door said... it was a little weird in itself.

However, old crows are still mourning.

The black dog is still in the pit.

It seems that animals do not understand human language...

“That's it, not everyone is afraid of you painting the Peugeot family.” The fisherman's gaze is even more gloomy.

But the animals outside the door remain unchecked.

While the trapper was about to make a move, the trapper suddenly looked over his head, seemingly sensing something.

Only three bodies were lying on the beam of the house, their faces were soaked in pale blisters and their faces were hooked straight down to look at the trappers. They were the two large and small three villagers who drowned in the faucet lake the previous day and were trapped by the trappers from the bottom of the lake.

Old Crow reports mourning, black dog pits, dead people on the beam... this is trying to kill dead people!

Suddenly, boom!

The store door suddenly closed without a sign, and instantly, all the lights in the store disappeared and sank into the dark world.

One minute… two minutes… The store is always quiet and weird, with no sound coming out, no sound, no movement.

At this point, the sick, weak man walked out of the store, frowned and looked at the store where the door had been closed.

Ten minutes after he stood there.

The operator looked at the cadaver shop in a disturbing way.

Another five minutes or so ago, all of a sudden, once again, the white light of incandescent lamps lit up in a dark shop.

Squeaks… the door opens from the inside, the pale light squeezes into a narrow thin line through the door seam, only a tall figure walks out of the store holding the door, is the trapper.

At this moment, he was a little pale, he had bloody wounds, he was bleeding continuously, the sick and weak man hurriedly cared to hold on to the weak corpse fisherman.

“Thank you." The trapper took a look at a sick, weak man.

“What do you say?” Sick and weak men say otherwise.

“Rest assured, the Gao family clearly knew that I didn't kill the handlers, they were just looking for a soft persimmon to urgently need external rivalry, but they pinched the hard persimmon, my life was hard, they couldn't pinch...” The trapper, though weak, had a flat tone, and the serious injuries on his body didn't seem to make him frown.

“Now the Gao family, go find other soft persimmons. ”

“The wound on your body is bleeding a lot, you go to my shop first, I'll take care of it for you.” Sick and weak men hold the trappers to their stores.