Here Lies The Wicked

In the next few days, Fang was out day and night.

Work hard during the day.

Square feels that he has become more and more fond of practicing, and that he can feel the fullness of his rapid progress every day.

A man like him is probably best suited to become a monk if he puts it in the Buddha Gate.

Put it in the Taoist, it's to clean up the widow.

If the scriptures on the human skin are sufficient, it is estimated that the square can be closed to the wilderness and old.

Fang Zheng tried to cultivate during the day, and came home early and late at night. He wandered in the direction of the university city. If anything happened every day, he ran away to daunt, his wool.

And so often and so quickly, you can probably earn about two to four symbols a night.

Not much, but victory has been steady in income.

Just like cutting leeks, I cut them every day and they grow up again.

However, in the face of the income of two to four characters, at the outset, it was somewhat off the mark. How could he have thought that one night would have gone from 34181 wool to dozens of symbols? Hundreds of characters, right? After all, the Special Operations Department is a professional. It is also nearby the nest of the people wool.

But when confronted with the bones of reality, some thought was given to why.

If there are so many dense ghosts in a city, there are hundreds of ghosts every day, and it is estimated that more people will not be able to kill with so many dense ghosts.

There are so many casualties that no matter how much they are hidden, they cannot be concealed.

These ghosts are supposed to gradually recover, one by one, as individuals resent each other differently, or as a result of the intense spiritual nodes, or other causes, etc.

Perhaps the recovery of three deaths today is more tragic.

Tomorrow's resurrection will bring back ten dead before they die.

Instead of a pile of them all recovering.

So in this context, the reason why he goes from the Special Operations Department every day, only from wool to two to four spirits, should be that most people are out on the night, not returning;

Second, because of time constraints. It may be that some people have been so long that the ghost residue has dissipated, even after returning to the university city, the human skin scripture has not reacted;

Of course, the above is the correct personal assumption, he just feels that there is a possibility in this regard.

Though the production capacity is only two to four souls a day, it prevails in stability, every day. Compared to the owners of people's hospitals and pharmacies in the city, this is still considered an oil and gas field.

However, the oil and gas fields are also divided into nine million barrels of crude oil per day and thousands of barrels of crude oil per day...

In the past few days, the Nine Yangs Gong was being strengthened to the sixth level.

The Immortality Stamp Act has been strengthened to the fifth level.

The Immortality Stamp Act has nine layers.

On one to three levels, you can practice pneumosensory illusion.

On the fourth to sixth floors, you can practice spying on enemies, but you can also really spy on enemies.

On the seventh to ninth floors, practise the true auspiciousness of the Immortality Stamp Law, angry death transformation.

When the party is practicing to the fourth level, it has cultivated true Qi to detect enemies.

In the original book "The Big Tang Shuanglong", this is the phrase about the real enemy:

“Ko Zhongxin can't be called bad. Shi Zhixuan's fist vein clearly distinguishes the strong, weak, and heavy angle changes are all within his grasp. Knowing that the intention is not to break his‘ no attack ’, but to remotely explore his situation with an indestructible impression, and then determine the best way to attack. If he is suitable, Ko Zhongxing will use a knife to explore the path, but Shi Zhixuan's unique approach is more capable of detecting the state of true qi movement in his body. ”

From this, it can be seen that true air detection is a kind of knowing each other, a kind of subtle martial arts to detect energy changes in the other's body in battle. If you are familiar with the mastery, you can expect the enemy to be ahead of time, borrow and unload in advance, and detect the breakdown of the door between millimeters of energy in advance.

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This day, at night.

Fang first sent the little skeleton to the left thousand households, as usual, and continued to study the woodcarving until dawn to pick it up.

When sending the skeleton to the left thousand stores, Fang Zheng went to the underworld store and said hello to Mr. Fu, which was a basic courtesy.

As usual, Mr. Fook still has a dead face with no expression on his face. He is greeting the other side. Mr. Fook, who is not expressing himself well, gave a slight indication.

And as for the little skull, the night Mr. Fook and the butcher Zhang came back, they both saw it. It seems, however, that they both behaved much more calmly because they were always in control of what was going on in the store.

After Fang was leaving the underworld store, he and his usual visits to the university city.

Fang Zheng did not come forward every day. He also feared that he would be suspected. He usually snuck into the university city.

Today is the second time since the last time we met, Fang has found an old god stick. Just before reaching the stall of the old god club, Fang saw the old god club stall, and there happened to be a business coming to the door.

Still a university student who grew up under Marxism, high-end intellectuals, hoping to figure out if the exam will hang up tomorrow.

Is that gossip?

Fang Zheng was surprised.

“This year White Tiger sits in the head, if there is not disaster, there is trouble...” Watching the old god stick shake his head and say nagging.

“The left hand is innate, the right hand is the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow is the lucky one, little brother, your exams tomorrow are dangerous unknown, just as I have a solution here, ten bucks to solve a life of small difficulties, can't afford to lose money, can't buy to be fooled...”

Sure enough, the old god stick is three sentences away from the routine, and he feels that this cheating routine is too shallow, but the college student actually believed it.

I don't know if it's the fear that is dominated by the exam, or if I can't buy the old Goddess stick for ten bucks and I can't afford to buy it... but I guess it's more about not trying so hard and letting myself fly, at this time I think of holding my feet temporarily...

A few minutes later, the college student was just sent away, and soon another college student sat in front of the stall. He also came to ask for tomorrow's luck. Will he hang up?

After sending back and forth three waves, the business cooled down again, and that's when, from the old Humanities Academy next door, the spirits flew.

+1 Normal Soul Qi.

Fang Zhengle is happy now.

“Old Goddess, business is good today.” Fang sits in front of the stall and continues to wrap the bell.

When the old god stick saw the money open, he hurriedly put away a hundred yuan old man's head that was on the stall, but he had to pretend that it was a faint glance: “What is this today? I'm going to make a fortune soon. ”

“Compared to the next big fortune, today it's all nine bulls and a dime. ”

Rumor has come, Fang Zheng's mind has moved, came to interest.

The old god stick returned to its original form shortly after being serious. He squeezed his eyebrows in the direction. The little man's expression was disgusting: “Do you want me to take the young man with you? What do you mean, old Dao I will do it, someone will cry and hold a few collapsed money for old Dao. ”

How much money?

That's tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands?

Fang is watching a prop suit robe washed white, can't even throw away the old god stick, doesn't it look like it can make a fortune?

After Fang Zheng's curiosity, the old god stick looked serious: “It has to do with the dead getting married! ”