Here Lies The Wicked

Though the phone call with Mr. Fook ended,

However, it has not been decided whether or not to go away.

If it's just a general psychotic event, you don't need to take too much risk, but you don't mind raising your hand, demonizing demons, and earning a wave of grey air.

But this spiritual event is different!

This Psychic Divination, like the bloody Mary and Pen Fairy events abroad, is most likely an ultra wide spectrum of psychic horrors.

Bloody Mary, dead a whole student dormitory.

Players of the Immortal Psychic Game are locked down a street by the military.

This time, the psychic divination has all the commonalities with Bloody Mary and Pen Fairy, all the mysterious side, weird side, special side.

They are non-terrestrial spiritual, capable of spreading, spreading, spreading as rapidly as viruses.

These psychic games are very different from ordinary ghosts, even weirder, evil doors, otherwise even Special Operations won't be able to help.

It is not known whether there will be any risks in this walk.

If you really encounter horrible evil spirits like Bloody Mary, Pen Xian, follow the evil nature of those two strange events abroad... this psychic divination event, I'm afraid it won't be that simple.

Although everything seemed calm, smooth and not dangerous according to the last shadow, that time was due to the unpredictable presence of Mr. Fu and Mr. Zhang. And this time, if he walks away, he can only do it alone.

Two things are simply not of the same nature.

And that's exactly where the unknown risks lie.

“But perhaps I thought too much of myself, and Mr. Fook should not harm me, or who else would show him the shop? ”

“Mr. Fu felt that I could walk away from the shadows and should have some success. Especially before Mr. Fu asked me to walk away from the shadows, he asked for a wooden carving from a thousand households next door, and a jade card from the owner of a jade store. This should not be an easy arrangement. ”

……

Maybe it's a really sleepless night.

Cold streets like windless old ponds in the old woods of the deep mountains, just a few street lights with a decaying scent provide a faint light of dusk, suddenly an engine roar breaks the silence of this deserted old street at night, with a convoy coming from afar and near.

No one has seen the motorcade yet, but has seen several strands of ash and white, flying towards the right position in the underworld shop, like a moth.

Instantly swallowed by human skin scripture.

In just one or two seconds, three strands of grey air were collected directly.

Grey White +1, Grey White +1.

Also collected two strands of grey white gas, a total of five strands of grey white gas.

In the face of this sudden scene, he was stunned and rushed out of the underworld store.

At this time, there was a convoy like a giant beast at night, crossing the intersection, roaring into the empty old street, and when he saw the first car in the lead, he recognized that it was Captain Phil's car.

Then the identity of this convoy has been called out.

Special Operations!

And that grey air, it's all coming from these people.

Captain Fei was in a hurry, and the car in a hurry, like a manic beast, was violently suppressed, and finally stopped steadily at the door of the underworld store. Then we saw Captain Ferrari walk out of the car.

There are also several accompanying crew members.

However, the other SFOR personnel in the vehicle, who did not follow suit, appeared to have been ordered in advance and were all on standby.

This is a large battle convoy of about ten vehicles.

When Captain Fei was seen several people, it was obvious from the people in front of him that there was a fluctuation of manic energy. It seemed that he had just fought hard and had not completely calmed the energy that had been unintentionally spilled from his body.

The colour of reflection is obvious.

Associating himself with the gray smell of the past proved his conjecture.

If a whitewash represents a ghost, what kind of place would gather five ghosts at a time?

If you look at the tires of the motorcade without the mud and dirt in the suburbs, is it in the city?

“I'm sorry to bother you so late at night, because the mission just ended up passing nearby, so I stopped by the underworld store. Do you want to ask Mr. Fook if he's back?” Captain Fey first explains the sentence and then directly explains what he meant.

However, Captain Fischer's entourage was naturally a disappointment.

……

“Captain, another man was killed today, also in his sleep. ”

“Every day new victims are being dragged into a world of nightmares, increasing numbers every day, and now one person is being killed every day. As more people are being dragged into nightmares, the longer they are dragged, the faster the number of deaths will only surge like snowballs every day! We can't wait any longer, maybe seven or eight days, maybe ten days from now, more than a dozen people will be killed every day! ”

……

The convoy of Captain Fei's pedestrians was escorted away, and the sound of the in-car conversation reached the square ear.

Late in the night, the old streets were once again frozen.

“Brother Zuo, you said that you like the role of Left Thousand Households, full of bloody heart, the atmosphere persists, the martyrdom returns to the country without regret... I am just an ordinary little citizen, I don't understand much of the logic. Instead, I know that Qiu Yi Ye is a little greedy, a little market, a little only profit is a picture, and there is no such serious role as a normal person in life.” Fang Zheng spoke to himself.

At some point, Left Thousand Households have walked out of the store, perhaps because of the sound of the previous convoy...

Left thousand households are silent.

“Everyone in this world wants to live only to be self-absorbed, but he wants Ming Cheol to protect himself and even put a cold mask on himself.” The party is still talking to itself.

“Everyone wants to live like Autumn One Leaf, a little greedy, a little market, a little profitable, but biased towards the final end of Autumn One Leaf, but it is the greatest achievement... You say that this thing of conscience is neither visible nor touchable, but it does exist all the time. ”

“Conscience is not a trick. Who can exonerate a person from their conscience? Conscience is the God of every mortal...”

Fang whispered softly, saying a quote from Minander.

He then turned around.

Instead of returning to the underworld shop, he walked straight to the woodcarving shop next door.

“Brother Zuo, Mr. Fu asked me to ask you for a wooden carving, is it not these wooden carving artefacts on the shelf, just let me pick one?” At this time, he was smiling at the left thousand households and then looking at the woodcarving on the shelf.

If you look closely, it's really a carving piece.

I don't see anything different, it's flying birds taking away animal woodcarvings, although wonderful and unique, each is a fine craft.

But it's just a handicraft.

But Mr. Fook would never, for no reason, ask for a wooden sculpture from Left Thousand Households. There must be something unusual that he has not yet discovered.

Left thousand households looked at Fang Zheng, with some profound light in their eyes, and then pointed their fingers at the back of his workbench, the wooden carvings covered with red cloth: “The wooden carvings you want are here. ”