Here Lies The Wicked

“Master, the poor monk has been behind you. ”

Just in the dark in front of the old god stick, the old monk stood behind him and sounded the old monk's voice.

“Old bald ass, where are you? I can't see anything. ”

The old god stick blinded his eyes and stretched out his hands to swing wildly in the dark.

Boom!

I couldn't see my hands in the dark cave with five fingers, and there was a muffled noise.

Ow, the old baton screams painfully.

“Master, what's wrong with you, Master? Are you all right? ”

The old monk cares about questioning.

“Hiss! It hurts. I just accidentally hit my head on a rock.” The old ways couldn't help but suck in the air and squat on the ground with their foreheads covered in pain.

“Master, the poor monk feels that we may be blinded by ghosts, so it's dark in front of us and we can't see anything. The poor monk will come to you, and we will join forces to break the ghost blindfold.” The old monk said, followed by the sound of footsteps.

“A ghost blindfold?!” The Old Goddess is in shock.

“The benefactor doesn't have to... Ow! ”

“Huh, what kind of hard-boiled thing wants old fashioned? ”

“Shi, Shi, did you just... squat, squat on the ground? You just hit it with your head, hissing, hissing, between the two thighs of a poor monk. ”

“Old bald ass, you, you, you took advantage of me! Old Baldy, where are you? Get the fuck out of here! ”

“A, howl, Amitabha Buddha, what is there to offer, wait out this ghost hole first, the poor monk is now squatting on the ground as well. ”

In the cave with five fingers out of sight, a monk, one covering his head, one covering his crotch, he couldn't stand up squatting on the ground, his mouth still breathed cold air, the two of them touched the cave to touch it, climbed and climbed, looking for each other to rendezvous by listening to the defense.

“Ha, old bald ass, I got your foot! Old bald ass, look at the old way. I got a monkey holding a peach!” The Old Goddess Club shouts surprises.

The old monk said, “Master, you didn't catch the poor monk's foot? ”

I couldn't see my hands in the darkness of my five fingers, and the old god stick shook: “If it wasn't for the old bald donkey's foot, then who would it be? Is there a third person in this hole? ”

“Holy shit! Ghosts!”

The harsh screams of torn hearts and lungs, such as thunderbolts, broke through the quiet quarry night sky, and at this time saw the sun outside the window of the security room rubbing black, rushing out of the security room to save lives.

However, when Fang was rushing to the cave, he discovered that the cave was unusual and could swallow up the beam of the flashlight on his phone and not shine in any light, as if he was looking at the dark abyss, which was also looking at him.

“Old Goddess! ”

“Old Goddess, are you all right? If you're all right, squeak! ”

Instead of plunging into the strange cave where the danger is unknown at this moment, Fang stood at the cave and shouted.

“Squeak.”

“Squeak. ”

Soon a response came out of the cave, the voice of the old god.

Fang Zheng's face was dark and he felt ashamed that he should not have come to rescue the old god stick.

Shortly afterwards, it was convenient to see the light coming out of the deep cave. One minute later, the old god stick and the old monk were finally seen.

It's just that he's got weird eyes.

At this time, the old priest and the old monk, like a life of chicken failure, both squatted on the ground and slowly touched out the cave in pain.

Cover your head.

One covers the crotch.

“Attacked by ghosts?” Fang was curious.

What kind of monster would sneak up on a man's crotch?

Lie down. Isn't there something special about this ghost?

Close your legs with your lower consciousness.

The old god stick and the old monk are silent at this moment, not to mention why one is covering his head and the other is covering his pants.

At this time, Fang also noticed what the light source in the hole is. It is actually the robe that the old god stick is wearing at this moment.

It's the uniforms on the back of the robe that seem to be folk scriptures, and they're glowing at the moment… because we're all fireflies.

Fang was like discovering a new continent, sparing interest in keeping a close eye on the robe on the old god stick. He had always thought it was a robe of ordinary prop clothes, and he actually looked away.

“Little brother, there is a ghost blindfold in this hole. As soon as I enter the hole, I can't see anything. I almost died in this hole.” The old god stick says at this moment that his face is still green.

“Fortunately, I was smart enough to immediately reverse the robe that Joe had uploaded. I only saw the white shadow flash and the ghost disappeared. ”

The old monk beside him also testified: "Amitabha, this time thanks to the Lord's hand to save us. ”

The old monk had intended to keep his hands together for ten years, but his hand was still tightly covered in his crotch and he could only raise one hand.

The old god stick stood on Madheser, his eyebrows laughed, his head raised like a winning cock, and he walked on a tiger step: “Old bald donkey, you still have to rely on me at the critical moment, I ask you if you are comfortable. ”

“Amitabha Buddha.” The old monk sang a scripture.

Fang ignored the old priest who was playing with the old monk, and for the time being did not go to investigate in detail what was going on with the robe on the old priest. He looked at the strange and deep cave at this moment.

Old Goddess Stick: "Little brother, have you found anything? ”

Square nodded.

The old god stick is curious to ask.

Fang looked at the old god stick: “Old god stick, did you pee anywhere in the hole? I smell beef. ”

The old baton just had a bowl of beef ramen at noon.

The old god stick looked green: "Do you care if you take a piss anywhere? ”

Then he died and didn't admit, “It must have been the old bald donkey pissing in the hole," the old bald donkey said, "Are you a fake monk, a wine monk? ”

“Amitabha Buddha, the great compassion of Bodhisattva, cannot bear to eat the flesh of all beings.” The old monk had mercy on his face.

The old god stick turned the topic away: “Little brother, since the old saying of my robe can break the ghost blindfold, why don't the three of us team up to kill in, old bald donkey, you drag, concentrate on shaking the flag behind us and shout 666, look at the old saying, I will kill demons, fight for justice, and return the world a long and dry place. ”

The more the old baton says, the more excited it gets.

This is about the quarry's 50,000 profit is money, and the remaining manager's private promised 50,000 profit is money, and the back and forth is 100,000.

Can the Elder Stick not get excited?

At this moment, I can't wait to rush into the cave and kill the demons for 300 rounds of the Great War.

I don't know, Fang saw that the old priest and the old monk were both safe, plain words: “If the quarry is really haunted, we don't have to risk going down the hole, the ghost will come to the door himself. ”

After that, he turned to go back to the security room.

His primary goal was Zhang Jiu.

However……

Fang just turned around and took the first step. The image in front of him changed and the quarry disappeared...

The old god stick and the old monk need to keep up too. As a result, they just took the first step. They also felt that the image in front of them had changed, and the quarry disappeared...