Here Lies The Wicked

The operator had an extra mask in his hand.

It was the stone mask that was originally worn on the face by a fake foreigner and was taken away by him.

Fang was not able to stop it. The operator had put the stone mask on his face and raised it!

The surrounding forest is full of gloom, temperatures have dropped sharply, and the wind has whizzed, and great darkness has begun to descend.

After wearing a stone mask, the smell of the connector began to creep up.

“I'll kill you!” The connector at the moment was covered in blood, and he didn't expect himself to be so clumsy today.

“You have no idea how different this‘ Night's Face ’capability is… unfortunately, the‘ Night's Face 'was deliberately destroyed into three parts, which is only one piece of fragment, but there is more than enough time for the following practitioners to kill you on the night trip. ”

It's getting darker around.

The darkness is like a tidal wave, gradually reaching out and missing five fingers.

The night is too dark to see...

“It took me six years to finally find the other two pieces. This is the last piece. It's almost there. As soon as I gather all the pieces of 'Face of the Night', I can hunt down the level that night tour makes... The body that night tour makes is the most perfect material...”

The more the operator's voice, the crazier he said, the louder he laughed at the end... but he laughed twice, and suddenly the laughter stopped. He turned his head and looked behind him, his eyes widened, incredibly looking at the square behind him.

Due to the excessive amount of motion, the neck muscles were all sprained...

At this moment, the square becomes a light source. The reverse robe he borrowed from the old god's stick, which was a haunted scripture, was as bright as a star fight, dispelling the darkness.

When the operator was dragged into the security room, he didn't see how the old god stick came out of the cave. Otherwise, he wouldn't have sprained his neck terribly...

“How is that possible!” The goddamn look on the connector's face.

Fang Zheng, bang, the rock ground under his feet was slipped by Fang Zheng's foot, he had come after him with a knife. At the same time, Fang was in his heart and had to admire his foresight. He borrowed the robe from the old god stick for $250.

Boom!

Fang is flying a knife, chopping out ten meters long like a fallen knife.

“Ah…”

The operator made a scream, his back was severely struck by a heavy knife, his back seemed to explode, coughed up blood in the population, and he fell out.

The flesh on the back broke open a large opening and rolled the flesh around the wound, suddenly bleeding like an injection.

Online operators want to be dirty, but they are already cautious, and from time to time Jiuyang Zhenqi shook underground to prevent the on-line operator from drilling off the ground.

Connectors are unwilling.

But he was powerless, his left arm removed, his back severely wounded coughed up blood, and even the face of the night, which depended most on war, was useless.

Connectors like the dog of the bereavement still want to try to resist, but they just give the party a chance to be close to each other. Really look out for the enemy! A wood-burning knife!

The knife is getting faster and faster, and the operator is getting worse and worse. Pfft!

Both legs were cut off squarely.

Connector talked a lot of blood, despair fell to the ground, blood poured out on his body, Fang was standing high, one foot resting on the Connector's chest, shattering his guts.

He said he'd use the sole of his shoe to put the connector under his feet! The party is trying to force the other party to ask about the curse, but he hasn't had time to ask...

“You're strong... but you can't kill me. ”

Connectors who fell into the bloodbath had humiliated anger, but ended up smiling weirdly.

Boom!

The connector had mixed several energies in his body, using external forces plundered by special abilities, and under his serious injuries, he could no longer maintain his balance and his body exploded.

Fang noticed that it was wrong, and hurriedly retreated. By the time he returned to his place of origin, the connector's body had disappeared and only one spot of blood had dripped to pieces.

“Ah, hey, don't just die. ”

“To die, you have to tell me how to lift this damned curse on me. ”

Fang Zheng toughly withstood the nauseous vision of crushed meat attached to his muscles and bones. He was in a pile of rotten meat, and finally the only thing he could find was the face of the night.

This is a stone mask.

The tentacles are very cold and there is a gust of yin trying to invade the square.

At close range, Fangzheng finally understood what the debris in the connector's mouth meant, and there was a distinct difference in the color of an area directly in the center of the mask. This whole mask was recreated on the basis of this fragment.

No wonder!

He felt a century-old grudge sealed in the mask, why so weak.

Turns out it's just a piece of debris.

Square palms squeeze hard, click.

The mask is crushed to pieces.

Only a hard piece of slap-sized debris remains in the palm of your hand, which is the true face of the night.

So...

Fang Zheng, besides ghosts, the world has all kinds of evil side equipment flowing from the ages?

It's called a ghost device? Underworld or genitals?

Or a pussy?

Then there must be... a male organ, too? That's exactly what I think.

Pfft, over the palm of Fang Zheng Zheng, the red glow, is the true Qiyang Qi of Zhiyang, constantly burning the stone fragments in the palm.

It is felt that there is a cold grudge inside the fragment, and it has been struggling.

He increased Jiuyang's real breath infusion.

Crack... fragment crack... bang, finally blow up the stone powder, slip off the five-finger socket, the night wind blows in the mountains, the stone powder dissipates between heaven and earth.

A glimmer of green light floats.

+1 Special Soul Qi.

Fang Zheng first.

But the thought of a mask alone can manipulate a puppet for decades, and it's a centuries-old antique, seems to make sense again. But what doesn't feel right? The century-old ghost from Gui Village only contributed a special soul...

At this moment, Fang Zheng's phone rang, and the electricity showed that it was Zhang's butcher.

“Busy now?” Butcher Zhang.

Fang pretends to be panting: “I'm running at night to exercise my body, whoops, whoops, listen, I'm breathing, may not be able to answer the phone. ”

“Oh, what a big fire, Cheung Butcher. Guess what I saw. I ran in the night and saw a place on fire. I went to fire first, Cheung Butcher. Do you have anything else to say? ”

“If not, I'll hang up first. ”

Cheung Butcher suddenly contacted himself during this sensitive period, making him feel a little weak.

Zhang Butcher's voice was calm and he could not hear the emotional fluctuations: “Nothing, just someone contacted me and said that he saw a wild giant firefly, glowing heat outside the city, attracting the attention of a group of high-speed train passengers just passing by. ”

“I was also told that there happened to be a mountain forest fire in that area. ”

“I happened to be in Mr. Fook's underworld store, and Mr. Fook happened to tell me that you contacted him yesterday on the telephone, just around the corner. If you have time, you can help me catch that wild firefly, which is now an endangered species, and it is everyone's responsibility to protect the endangered species of the country. ”

Square: “…”