Here Lies The Wicked

About four or five minutes...

The fall of the jade in square hands is already dark as a poison jade.

At this time, the jade fell into the hand, cold and thoroughly into the bone. With his body after practicing martial arts today, he can still feel the cold tingling pain coming from his fingertips. It is conceivable that the negative gas concentration in this poisonous jade has accumulated to a terrible degree.

A click broke the jade into pieces.

Fang immediately looked in the mirror and saw him with a beautiful and beautiful pair of white vegetarian hands on his shoulder, a bride dressed in a phoenix cape with a red head cap on her head, lying still on his back, ghostly Sensen, people panicked.

There's only five minutes of freedom...

“Mr. Fu, I'm sorry to ruin your jade pendant. How much is this jade pendant worth? I bought it from Mr. Fu.” Fang Zheng, though depressed, cannot let Mr. Fu suffer in vain.

Ancient proverb, my brothers and sisters still have to settle the accounts.

Fang is getting along with the friends around him. It has always been money for money, friendship for friendship. The two things must be separated. Friendship is not the reason to take advantage of friends around you. It's not called friendship, it's called "social friends," because society, society.

The closer you get, the more you have to settle the bill.

He can't let Mr. Fook help, he can also let Mr. Fook lose money.

Mr. Fu: “Oh, this is a regular jade fall of sheep fat on the market, worth about 3,400 or so..."

Mr. Fook hasn't finished yet, Fang immediately took out his domestic smart machine: “Is there a QR code in the store? Support WeChat transfer or Alipay transfer? ”

Mr. Fu lifted his eyes and looked at the square and said the second half of the sentence: “This jade fall is the man in the coffin. If you want to give it to him, give it to him. ”

Fang Zheng's head moved. The person in this coffin should be the one Mr. Fu said before, Qing Ming Festival worshipped the wrong ancestral tomb, and ended up encountering the ghost of that wretched bastard.

Square: “Does he have any relatives? I can give the money to his parents. ”

I don't know, but I know that the other party is a lonely widow. Mr. Fu is still the dead face with no expression. He said: "If you really want to, burn him more candlestick Yuanbao, and donate this money in his name to society. It's also for him to accumulate some shadow. ”

Fang Zheng can think about it. If the world really had Yin De, he ate more than two dozen corpses while he was alive. It is estimated that Yin De would have been defeated long ago.

The cost of freedom is stifling, however, when it comes to thousands of stones sold on the market and lasts only a few minutes.

“Mr. Fook, is there really no way to completely eradicate this curse on my back?” Fang is regaining his good mood and asking about business. This is a matter of life.

“Mr. Fook, as you said, the source of this curse came from a fight 13 years ago. Then Mr. Fook said that the cursed antiquities that came out of the battle fell into the hands of seven people, and on the night of their complete recovery a month ago, all seven of them were killed. Am I the eighth cursed person after these people died? ”

However, Mr. Fook said: "You are the ninth. ”

Rumor has it that Fang Zhengzheng's spirit is vibrant and can't wait to be questioned. Is there another survivor?

What's so special about this survivor?

Mr. Fook quickly explained: "As long as you reach that level of night travel, you will be able to resist the eruption of the curse at the next spiritual resurrection. ”

“Night trip?” Fang looked at it with some thought.

This is the second time he has heard the term.

The first time was the night he killed the connector, and this night's tour was supposed to be the next step in God's hiding?

Mr. Fu seemed to see the suspicion in Fang's eyes, and a dead face with no expression continued to say: “If you can kill a century-old ghost on your own, you can reach that level on a night trip. ”

Square surprised.

This night trip has a really high level.

You want people to kill centenarians on their own!

He thought of that experience in Gujing Village... The centenarian ghost made him taste it for the first time, what he called a broken throat was useless, pressed and rubbed randomly on the ground, was completely suppressed by the whole territory without any resistance.

No wonder he didn't have any resistance.

Turns out he's a rookie village rookie with a hundred-year-old lonely ghost.

“and become night travelers, when they can get into the pussy.” When referring to the word "pussy," Mr. Fu, Zhang butcher, and Zuo Qianhousehold in the underworld shop looked serious.

Pussy?

Square grabbed his head and his brain cells were so active that he thought of some itching on his scalp.

He thought of the two dead ghosts he had encountered at the beginning of the rejuvenation… He had asked the two bodies how they could be demonized and exorcised if they were accidentally entangled by ghosts, and the two bodies had referred to the word "pubic".

The pussy, the mythical place of the shadow.

The pubic cavity manages the interstitial order.

He has also searched the internet for information about the pussy. The pussy is ghost poor. He specializes in capturing and managing lonely wild ghosts staying in the sun for the province of the pussy. He calls the ten most handsome in mythology: Ghost King, Day Trip, Night Trip, Ambiguous, Bull Head, Horse Face, Leopard Tail, Bird Mouth, Fish Giraffe, Yellow Bee.

In addition, there are the Department of Good, the Department of Punishment, the Department of Inspection, the Department of Publicity, and the four judges...

These are mythical pussy ghosts.

Did knowing the word pussy from one or two dead ends mean that the myth of folklore, pussy, was not untargeted, but was truly based on facts?

But as a butcher in the system, Zhang clearly said... the world has no province, it's just a folk feudal superstition.

And now, from Mr. Fu, who is also in the system, he hears the word "pussy"...

Seems that the system behind Mr. Fu, Mr. Zhang, and Mr. Zuoqiao family comes from the pussy?

So Fang did not hide, and asked the question directly in his heart: “Mr. Fu, I remember Zhang Butcher once told me that there is no place in the world, so what kind of pussy does Mr. Fu refer to exist? ”

Mr. Fu did not answer immediately, and then for the first time the tone solemnly said: "Remember, if your heart is free of ghosts, you cannot fear ghosts, you can spine like a dragon, you can stand and slaughter the gods. ”

“All ghosts have ghosts because you have ghosts in your heart. If the mind is free of ghosts, the world naturally has no ghosts to speak of. ”

He seemed to understand some of the incomprehensible gaze, and he hid some understanding of Mr. Fook's intention in this conversation.

Mr. Fook's system, named himself the pussy,

Alternative mythology,

This is about forcibly pulling down all the cow ghost snake gods in the world.

Everyone believes in themselves.

Talents to determine the day of victory.

This, first of all, removes the feudal superstitions of the ancients from the folk ideological and spiritual level.

“Mr. Nafu, is there any distinction or test method for night trips? ”

“Do you really want to find a century-old ghost? A century-old ghost is a night traveler? If you can't kill him, you lose a life for nothing? ”

At this time, he was wondering, how far away is he from the level that night trips make him?