Here Lies The Wicked

“Brother dei, have you heard of the post-rain story? ”

“After the rain, if you don't wipe your body dry in time, people tend to have a fever and get a cold and want to undress. ”

“Everyone is a man, don't be shy, come on, let me dry you for big brother dei so you don't get cold fever later. ”

In the security room, two men were tightly entwined.

“Let go, let go, let go of me. ”

“I'm just wet with water in my coat, where's the rain? ”

Goddamn rain.

Goddamn post-rain story.

Is this rain?

Is this rain?

You told me that there were bad dogs inside… and when I walked past carefully, I saw only one puppy who was still breastfeeding.

Zhang Jiu struggled as hard as he could at this moment, shouting for resistance. He shouted for no use in breaking his throat. Zhang Jiu was faking a water stain and was holding his hands up and down, constantly touching them.

“What are you doing lifting my collar? ”

“You're out of line. Those are my pants! Those are my pants! ”

“Whether you're wiping the water or taking off my clothes, you don't need to wipe it, you play it open. ”

“You're still here... believe it or not, I called the police at 110. ”

Zhang Jiu finally pushed Fangzheng away, and then his shirt ran to the corner of the security room, and one person was there with an unsettled asthma.

Fang Zheng's grieving expression: “Brother dei, the trust between the promised people, I really just want to help you wipe the water. ”

Zhang Jiu covered his messy clothes collar and said coldly: “Don't come near me. ”

“Come back here again, believe it or not, I'm so rude to you. ”

Zhang Jiu naturally disbelieved what Fang Zheng had said earlier. You were lying to ghosts. He looked at Fang Zheng with alarm and anger.

Fang Zheng is so idle, suddenly he puts his hands on a man?

Of course not.

In fact, his starting point is really simple… I just want to personally experience it. Does this nine, apart from one head, have a temperature in other parts of the body like a normal person?

As a result, Zhang Jiu's skin sensation throughout the body is the same as that of a normal living person.

Even the position of Zhang Jiu's heart, with the sound of pacing.

When you grab Zhang Jiu's wrist, you can also feel Zhang Jiu's pulse beat.

From top to bottom, it's perfectly normal as a big living person.

Can't find any disguises or blooms that are ghosts.

At this point, we noticed the sky outside the window, just at the end of the sky, the last of the sun, completely disappeared into the mountains.

The heavens and the earth sink into the dark world.

But the old baton hasn't come back yet.

Even the old monk who went first didn't come back.

Think of it, square eyebrows wrinkled.

“What the hell is this old god doing? Didn't you already tell him to come back before dark? ”

At this moment…

After the wall, which was surrounded by blue iron leather, the hole, which was inadvertently blown up, sank in black and became a black hole, with long dark curves.

It's like eating all the light.

Together, everything around you seems to be covered in thick black mist, so dark that you can't reach your fingers.

Suddenly, footsteps are coming out of the hole, rushing from far and close to the opening. At this time, you can see the light of the flashlight in the hole, it is shaking in white, and there are also hidden voices from time to time. The sound is actually an old god stick.

“Old bald ass, are you trying to be unfair to me? You're not trying to kill me and dump me in the open, are you? Otherwise, why are you following me all the way?” First came the loud voice of the old god stick.

Then came the sound of a gentle chant: “Amitabha Buddha, the way out of the hole is in front of you, the path at the feet of all beings is the road, the path at the feet of all beings is equal, whether the donor has any misunderstandings about the poor monks, this road always comes to the giving Lord with the greatest malice to look at the poor monks. ”

“Old bald ass, don't pull these phony lines in your head, you can't be blind to the way in the hole, so you deliberately borrowed my phone flashlight to take care of the road, right?” The old priest turned around and looked closely behind him at the old monk.

After that, the old Goddess deliberately stopped, and deliberately turned off the flashlight of the phone, and Yang Yang said: “The old bald donkey is pissed off at you, pissed off at you, haha, without my smartphone flashlight, look at the old bald donkey, you didn't pick it up for nothing this time, how can you look at the road? ”

“If you can, old bald ass, don't follow me, you walk ahead. ”

At this time, the old monk approached the old god stick, and then flipped his palm. He didn't know which corner of the monk's coat to take out the latest fruit smartphone. The old monk asked the old god stick to teach him: “This is the phone that the little man sent the poor monk. This should be the smartphone that the master said? ”

“The poor monk rarely uses a phone, and I don't know how to use this smartphone. The donor can use your phone as a flashlight. I don't know if the poor monk's phone has a flashlight function like this? ”

The old god stick wanted to take the opportunity to laugh a few words. As a result, when he used the faint light of the mobile phone screen to see that the old monk had taken out the latest fruit machine, the fruit machine had been fired by the yellow bull in recent years. The latest fruit machine was 10,000 starts, and the old god stick immediately turned green.

Looking back at the smartphone in his hand, which was thick as a board brick, he usually used to smash walnuts, an old second-hand product he had picked up from college graduates in University City for $150.

The old god stick is bored by the white thin metal body taken out by the old monk, which is clearly the abundance of red fruit.

Yeah, that's right. A monk runs to the Taoists to show off his riches.

It's a fruit machine worth 10,000.

The more distracting it is to let the old priest see it, the key is that the old monk doesn't seem to know yet, and he is still faint. Please ask him if he has a flashlight function.

The old god stick was nauseated like being forcibly fed a green-headed fly.

“Old bald ass, your smartphone is too low end, no flashlight function, throw it away early, better than my smartphone.” The old priest waved his hand in agitation and a little bit of a whim, losing the strength to continue with the old monk, and then turned on the flashlight of his phone, intending to leave the cave as soon as possible.

He feels that every minute he spends with an old monk, he can smell the bourgeoisie from the old monk, intentionally and unintentionally.

The atmosphere is suffocating.

The old god stick turned on the flashlight and suddenly frowned and shocked as he was about to continue walking.

“Is my cell phone flashlight broken? How can the flashlight only light up and not light up the road?” The old priest checks the flashlight, obviously it's good, it's shining bright white light, but it just can't see the way forward.

Even a centimeter away from the flash, you can't get your finger.

The real thing is that it's dark enough to reach for five fingers.

As if all the light had been devoured by a black hole as dark as an abyss, a ray of light could not escape.

“Do you have an old bald donkey...” As the old god turned around, I wanted to ask the old monk right behind me, and I found it too dark to see anything at all.