Here Lies The Wicked

“What happened then?” Fang is asking.

I don't know, the old baton looked at Fang Zheng strangely.

“Little brother, these are just fox ghost fairies and weird ghosts in folk history, no one knows that the ancients wrote these, there are a few real fake points, don't you really believe it? ”

The old god stick and Zhengzheng both squatted next to the body to study the headless male corpse, and the old god stick turned his head and looked at Fang Zhengzheng, like... looking at a troubled teenager.

It's just that the teenager looks a little premature, making people look impatient.

Square: “…”

Fang Zheng: “Old god stick, tell you a little joke, I have a friend with the same name as you, favorite to eat TNT, now the grave grass is three heights tall. ”

The old god stick's face was full of hair.

……

“Looks like to know where Zhang Jiu's head went, we have to go to the Tsim Mountain Quarry again tonight.” Fang was standing up and ready to leave Zhang Jiu's house.

“What about this headless body?” The old god stick was left alone in the room, feeling a little cold behind him and hurrying to follow the steps above.

Fang Zheng applauded: “Of course, it's the police. Catch the murderer as soon as possible. This is the duty of every citizen. Do you need to think about it? If you don't call the cops, do you want to stay behind for the murderer? ”

“But before we call the police, we need to figure out what's going on with Zhang Jiu at the Tsim Mountain Quarry. ”

In fact, there is still one sentence left to say.

Since the soul can be harvested, let the cooked duck fly away. Don't be too sorry.

Let him harvest a wave of soul.

Of course, more importantly, get rid of that curse as soon as possible!

After this torment, the morning dripping rice did not enter, when Zhang Jiu's house was out, the old priest insisted on filling his stomach by going to a beef ramen restaurant next to him.

A stinking corpse had only recently been seen, and it seemed that it had not affected the appetite of the old cleric in any way.

But it's not surprising to think of the profession of the old god.

An hour later…

Fang Zheng and the old god stick appeared again near the Quarry of the Tsim Hills. At this time, the sun is big in the afternoon. Although it has passed the Clear Festival, the weather is not so fast to warm up. The climate is a little cooler. From time to time, the cold air comes to cool the air flow. Square is sitting in the car with the old god stick to open the windows for ventilation, but it is not boring.

They were waiting for Zhang Jiu to show up after dark.

Whether this Zhang Jiu is a human or a ghost, as soon as it appears in the dark, it can be revealed.

And bored in the car, the old god stick turned to ask a long-held question: "Little brother, you chased from the village in front of the door to the quarry, who exactly are you tracking? ”

“Does that guy mean a lot to you, little brother? ”

The old god stick didn't ask. It was okay. This was upsetting.

There's an MMP in my heart that I don't know how to say.

If it weren't for the old god stick, he would have been able to lay his gun innocently, somehow backing up Gao's people and provoking a deadly curse. Although this wave earned him the greatest fortune ever, cutting leeks to seventeen pieces of soul from Koshuk alone, without a curse that would kill him, everything was truly perfect.

Whatever you think, it's very difficult.

Fang is turning down the plastic board of the cosmetic mirror in the car, and the black, black, yellow and yellow mold spot has appeared on one finger, asking the old god stick: “Do you know what this is? ”

The old god stick was a fog: “Bullshit, I know what this is naturally. Isn't this a sun visor? ”

“Also called Women's Friendship Makeup Mirrors. ”

Fang revealed a harmless obsessive smile of humans and animals, waved to the old god stick like a wolf grandmother, said: “Old god stick, take a look at the makeup mirror and tell me what's in the makeup mirror. ”

The old god stick is like a little red hat that hasn't entered the world yet. Without withstanding the temptation of Grandma Wolf, he snooped half his body into the passenger seat and...

“Holy shit! ”

“Well, what a handsome sibling... what a talented lady, woman, beauty... Golden Boy Jade Girl... heavenly creation... amazing crying ghosts, ghosts, ghosts... a pair of good luck newcomers to the ghosts! ”

“May the little brothers and younger sisters grow old with their white heads, their grandchildren are full of halls, the bedside quarrel at the end of the bed and... Ah no, it's Jinya Xingxiang with her colorful phoenix, the candles in the cave house are happy to ride the dragon! ”

The old god stick scared the shit out of me and climbed out of the driver's seat, listening to the sound seemed like people were about to cry.

“Without heaven's respect, Master Sanqing is on top of me. I didn't see anything. I was born with two eyes. I can't see anything. Where am I, what is this place? Dao is blind in front of me. I can't see anything. ”

Fang had already discovered that the bride of the Phoenix on his back, this weird, evil door curse, day or night, lay on him all the time.

This curse has no effect during the day.

It turns out that the curse is even more wicked.

Just as the old god stick was shaking and shaking to climb out of the driving position, he grabbed the back collar of the old god stick and dragged it back into the driving position. When the old god stick was losing consciousness and his face was frightened green, he had to ask for forgiveness, he was doing a silent motion, and then handed a little outside the window mirror.

Indicates that the Old Goddess Stick looks in the mirror.

A convoy of several bikers is coming from afar, dust rolling down the road, passing quickly from Old Jetta.

As the motorcade passed, only one of them ran in the back seat, sitting in an old monk in a monk's coat, a merciful face, closed his eyes and read the scriptures.

Seems to notice the eyes, the old monk opened his closed eyes and saw the two old god sticks and the old Jetta inside parked on the side of the road.

The old monk nodded with a smile at the courtesy of the two of them and lowered his voice to Amitabha Buddha.

The escort team eventually drove into the quarry in Tsim Mountain, and the guards at the entrance to the security room greeted the motorcade.

This is a quarry. Can't you finally sit down and find a monk to demonize it?

Just as Fang Zhengzheng pondered, the old god stick with Zhang's old face was crying in the driver's seat. Suddenly, his body sat upright and his chest was straight, and his face bore a rare authentic and serious color.

The old god's stick looked in the direction of the quarry, more accurately, at the bike with the old monk, with a killer face.

The black question mark on the front door.

Why is this old god stick so serious all of a sudden? The last second you're scared to death, you're scared to death, you're scared to death to climb out of the driver's seat, and the next second you suddenly turn your face into a serious one?

“Little brother, I have a demonic attitude here. Let's go to the quarry to demonize the demons.” The old god stick looked seriously at Fang Zheng.

“Speak human language.” The party is not moving.

“Little brother, have you ever heard of an enemy since ancient Dauphin? ”

“Old Dao, I'm going to rob this bald ass business! ”

The old god stick was so overwhelming, he lit up the blood.