Here Lies The Wicked

When I returned to the community, it was minutes later.

Fangzheng was slightly lumpy, and he had a few more boxes of blood pills in his hand.

Unfortunately, the pharmacy owner wasn't there, and he was wondering if there was a chance, by the way, of a handful of wool.

On the Tuhoudong side, there is no new progress at the moment, and my aunt is preparing an academic subject recently, usually very busy going home.

And I can't really tell from the phone when I hear from the University City.

Looks like his wool plan is going to be on hold for another few days.

Returning to the neighborhood, he stood in front of his house and was about to pull out the keys to open the door. He had a faint look at Officer Wei's house, and he still didn't start renovating today.

Of course I didn't see Officer Wei.

I didn't think much about it, I just avoided the embarrassment.

Then continue to insert the key into the lock hole and open the door. When Fang was opening the door, he saw the little skeleton of Sensen's white bone. He actually stood at the front door with a pair of slippers. There were two faint lights in the eye socket. It seemed to hear Fang standing outside the door ready to open the door, waiting especially at the front door.

He was about to enter the house and the little skeleton handed him his slippers.

Fang Zheng's head warmed slightly and touched the cold skull of the little skull: “Are you alone and scared? ”

“We're going out tonight. ”

The faint light in the little skull's eye socket flashed as if she was thinking about the meaning of the right words. Although she didn't understand what the square was saying, she was happy to see the square feet stretched out and put on slippers, and the square was touching the skull.

For the rest of the day, Fang has been on the second floor of Jiuyang Divine Gong.

In the meantime, practice "Arohan Not Bad" and "Voldemort King Kong Seal" all over again.

Don't be shy for too long, and the boundaries are backwards.

After several days of cultivation, soon after noon today, Fang Zheng finally cultivated the Second Layer of Jiuyang Divine Gong to great success.

Then he turned to "Easy-muscular Medullation Level 3" and did not rush to strengthen "Jiuyang Divine Gong Level 3".

Jiuyang's authentic domination requires stronger physical support.

At sunset and evening, when Xia approached the horizon, Fang Zheng also finally practiced "Splendid Marrow Wash through the Third Layer" to great success.

Today, Jiuyang Shenggong Layer 2 and Yi Muscle Wash Medulla Layer 3 are practiced to great success, and the price paid for this is to consume a large pill of blood supplementation during the day.

As cultivation reaches an advanced stage, the boundary rises, and his consumption of major blood supplementation drugs is gradually increasing.

Fang suddenly had some liver pain.

I feel like he's going to continue practicing like this. There's only so much “deposit” on his body, I'm afraid it won't last long.

There is also a symbol that needs to be reserved to strengthen the third layer of the Jiuyang Divine Gong.

The day he killed Sha Hu, he lit a total of twelve characters on the human skin scripture.

For the next two days of practice, one symbol was consumed to fortify the bleeding pills.

He lit up a symbol today, consumed another symbol, and was flat. He still has ten symbols on him.

Seems like a lot of "savings", but it won't last ten days at most.

The only way to do this is to take your head back to Special Operations, which is a rich mining area to be developed! Oil and gas fields!

while using human skin scripture, intentionally avoiding small skeletons.

The human skin scripture is of great importance.

At sunset, the time was almost up, and Skeleton was dressed in disguise and taking her out tonight.

“If you can learn to tie your own shoes today, I'll take you out at night. ”

He decided to let Skull learn how to tie his shoes first.

Always learn to feed yourself.

The two lights in the little skull's eye socket flashed, seemed to think about the meaning of the right words, under the language of the square limb, soon she understood the right words, then knelt down and began to tie the shoelaces with a plate and eyes.

After several accidental finger ties, she finally had difficulty tying her shoelaces and looked up at the square.

It's as if it's a clean question... is that okay?

Fang stood at the front door, waved to the little skeleton, and the little skeleton rushed over.

When Fang was approaching the underworld store, it was just below the sunset horizon, the last hint of heaven and earth.

The little skeleton followed Fang Zheng, curious as she walked into the underworld store, looking at things, but she couldn't walk away from Fang Zheng behind her back, not wandering around.

Just like on her way, she has a great freshness for everything around her.

Just when the underworld shop was open, the woodcarving shop next door with sheepheads selling dog meat was always open on time for dark falls.

Mr. Zuo looked for Fang Zhengzheng again.

As soon as he entered the underworld store, Mr. Zuo saw the disguise at first sight. He looked like a five- or six-year-old girl and followed the little skeleton directly behind Fang.

Mr. Zuo walked in the door and stunned.

Look at Mr. Left at the corner of his eyes.

Actually, he intentionally showed Mr. Zuo the little skull. Is it just me living next door with a dead man, and I'm not allowed to bring a ghost myself?

He deliberately wanted to test Mr. Zuo's reaction.

If Mr. Zuo could accept the existence of the small skeleton, as Mr. Fu and Mr. Zhang, who met Mr. Zuo, he would also accept the existence of the small skeleton. In this way, the little skeleton in the city will have an identity, so that one day he will not be treated as an orphan wild ghost to be exorcised by demons.

“Brother Chiu, is this your daughter? I knew Autumn was already married. I knew Autumn's daughter was a strange skeleton.” Mr. Left is still pale and does not see anything unusual.

The little skeleton saw a stranger, hurried to hide behind Fang's right back and held Fang's right leg tightly.

Listen to Mr. Zuo, his face turns black when he speaks twice.

Mr. Left, the dead man next door, has discovered the true identity of the little skull for the first time.

It's just, daughter, mud coal!

Married mud coal!

It was deliberate!

Fang Zheng: “Her name is Nie Xiaoqian. ”

Cough, cough, Mr. Left almost choked himself in a sip.

I had no idea this little guy was avenging himself.

Mr. Zuo was kind to the little skeleton at first sight, perhaps because he was also a dead man, and it was difficult to find a kind of person in a human city.

Nod your head to the little skull and be kind.

Subsequently, Mr. Zuo relied on the underworld shop for a while before leaving and returning to his shop to continue carving wood.

Fang Zheng thought that his spare days in the underworld shop would be over until Mr. Fu and Zhang Butcher returned. As a result, on the evening of the fourth day, rubber tires screamed and a car parked in front of the underworld store.

Then came two men, and a junior high student.

This is a little chubby junior high school student, but his face is pale at this moment, his eyes are anxious, and he is scared and scared, like a lamb. Deep dark circles again indicate that he has not rested well for a long time.

“Is Mr. Fook here? ”

“Since the last Evil Mirror Spirit, we have encountered another special psychic incident that Mr. Fook needs to deal with, and we hope to keep him safe in the underworld shop. ”