Here Lies The Wicked

The strange crow on the tip of the tree has been noticed for a long time.

Because in the beginning, on this dark crow, he caught an unseen hint of cold.

He doesn't know if the director, the fat Michelin master, has noticed anything strange about the crow?

So Fang Zheng did not move his voice, intending to quietly observe his reaction to this Michelin master, to try to test the real strength of the other party.

With the shooting over, the surrounding sky began to darken, and the crew began to return, and the crow followed along the way.

Fang seemed to be chatting with Tu Hao Dong. In fact, he didn't take it lightly and kept an eye on the black feather crow.

But nothing strange happened along the way.

Dummy - Dummy -

The blackfeathered crow followed along the way, sounding terribly noisy all the way.

Just as everyone in the crew, happens to be in the mountain village, mute - lo...

biu! A stone broke the void, the crow screamed halfway and stopped. The body fell from the treetops into a river just outside the village, pounding through the water, and the crow was instantly washed away by the rushing water.

“Bad luck, I thought we'd have some grilled wild food for dinner.” Master Michelin wore a soap horn robe that was tightened by his fat body, twisting his fat body and scolding his way to the village.

“Hey, man, I know you, you're the one who played the villain dragon set this afternoon... anyway, your villain act was great, very distinctive.” Seems to have noticed his eyes, Master Michelin turned to greet him with a friendly smile and revealed a good white tooth.

“Square.” Fangzhengda introduced herself.

Master Michelin laughed proudly: "Ha ha, come on, I look forward to seeing your villain character in the movie when it comes out. ”

Looking at Michelin... Ah no, it was Master Wang who left. Fang took a thoughtful look at the river outside the village.

After the crow died, the human skin scripture did not react, did not breathe grey air...

Fang can no longer feel the smell of the crow, so he is sure that the crow is dead, but did not harvest the grey smell... because the ants are too small to be picked by the human skin scripture?

Looks like the human skin scripture has never been really poor, and the ant's legs are even smaller, and that's the meat that replenishes the protein.

When the crew returned to the village, people were already distributing boxes of rice.

During the collar meal, the director and prop artist were inadvertently heard, and a few conversations were held with Master Michelin.

Recently, the crew lost prop costumes every day. Regardless of their precautions, they still throw them every day. They don't lose batteries, they don't lose other valuable items, they only lose prop costumes. Watching the prop master get nervous breakdown, every day and night the eyeballs are staring like a toad's eyes insomnia, the director is afraid of what happened to the prop master, so he hopes to ask Master Michelin to help the prop master guard the prop set, see if he can catch this thief stealing only the prop suit.

Master Michelin immediately promised to take a bite, his eyes stayed up late and the red-blooded prop master thanked him with joy.

The night is quiet and there are few lonely stars.

It's a shady grey day.

When the village was quiet, everyone had rested, even the neighboring Tuhoudong even sent out a uniform breath, and seemed to have fallen asleep, he saw the square shadow of the clothes that had been changed, along the sewage pipe of the outer wall, silent feet landed.

Lake Dragon Head.

When Fang was reappearing in Longtou Lake, one boat, one person, the corpse fisherman couldn't touch the thunder, already waiting here.

At this time, the harvester's face was a little too pale to see an abnormality, but actually under his clothes, the harvester was covered with bandages.

But in the dark, no one noticed that the trapper looked wrong.

When the party was arriving, there was a silent person sitting on the boat.

Just like yesterday, Fang searched alone for the two remaining boat passengers, sitting in the innermost corner.

More than ten minutes later, the third passenger boarded the ship, a scented wind with a cold night breeze, inhaling between the chest and lungs, Fang was surprised, it was the sister paper that met twice last night.

At this time, the three people on the boat are still the “armed men” who are preparing to go on a boat to do things.

The fourth passenger did not wait long and appeared in succession.

The boater was still wearing a prop suit, although everyone else was curious when they saw the fourth boater.

This is like a hundred and eighty pounds of fat man wearing an M-size prop suit, meat on his stomach, meat on his thighs, strangled into a section by his clothes... very funny.

This live off is a big fat man.

When Fang was looking at the fourth passenger, the expression on his face under the prop helmet revealed a strange color.

This is a funny scene, Master Michelin!

The fat man's signs were too obvious, and he recognized them at a glance.

If this hilarious Master Michelin shows up here, who's in charge of the warehouse on the prop master's side?

Is this some kind of guard theft? Fang silently mourned the prop master.

Day and night defense turned out to be a thief.

When the fat man, a large tonnage, boarded the boat, the small boardboat clearly leaned down, good thing it didn't end up in the lake.

Still, the boat was full of four people.

The harvester held the boat, walking in the ghost lake at night.

The fog did not seem to affect the visibility of the corpse harvester, who was following a specific trajectory and was not slow to advance, leaving behind a lake with a circle of ripples.

“Hmm?”

All of a sudden, the harvester's hand held up a beating.

The fisherman's gaze kept staring in one direction on White Haunted Lake.

Several people on the boat also followed the eyes of the trappers, but the fog was hazy and the crowd saw nothing.

One second… two seconds… about ten seconds, there is a blue glow in the white fog, approaching from the rear left direction of the crowd.

Half a minute later, a boat, a boatman, a green leather lantern on the bow appeared just five or six metres apart. At this point it is clear that the boatman is wearing a brown coat with a fitted head and a pair of paddles in his hand.

The boat was loaded with a passenger.

Several people were five or six meters apart and looked at each other in silence.

A skinhead!

Under the prop suit helmet, he looked at the green leather lantern on the bow of the boat with a cold light in his eyes.

But it was soon noticed that there was a black dog sitting around the skinhead today. The black dog's eyes were frozen with green oil, staring closely at several people on the opposite boat.

“Painting Gao Jia?! ”

Four of the passengers, the first boarding passenger, had a low shout from the cooler air.

Look at the man across the street, the skinhead, look at the trapper on his side, see what happened to him yesterday, worried that the two families would fight directly in the middle of Ghost Lake?

And then they became pond fish, which caused some eggs to hurt...