Here Lies The Wicked

Dang... Dang...

As we get closer and closer, the sound of many people's anklets begins to become clearer and clearer.

At the stairwell on the third floor, a row of people passed in parallel.

They were seen wearing old prison uniforms from the '50s and' 60s, heavy chains on their feet and hands, long chains dragged behind their feet and walked slowly, step by step, at a heavy pace.

There are eight of them.

These people are like unconscious wandering around on the third floor.

When Fang was carrying a half man high knife box and several arrows rushed to the third floor, he saw the scene in front of him.

These people do not seem to have noticed the proximity and are still wandering unconsciously.

In the face of this scene, he had to think about it.

In the past, the industrial zone was probably a mass grave, a prison, an execution site, and a lot of bones were buried underground, which is why the ghost appeared.

Besides, it looks like these ghosts are stuck in this building. That's why you've been wandering unconsciously, wandering?

Ghost-to-ghost wall?!

Is there anything more heinous here?

Is that the tomb keeper Ko Sook mentioned?

By then, the eight ghosts in handcuffs had reached the end of the corridor and returned again. And when these ghosts came to the stairwell and were about to go down to the third floor, they were suddenly staring at each other. One of these ghosts, not handcuffed with anklets, was wearing a security uniform, and it seemed that this was the door guard who disappeared.

I saw the security guard's eyes closed, his face seemed blue because of the freeze, his heels were raised, and the heel between walks did not land, which was typically possessed by ghosts.

Square eyes filled with cold light. Immediately, the knife box in your hand spins in the air. Pfft! Pfft!

Seven heads exploded in the air.

+1 Normal Soul Qi, +1 Normal Soul Qi...

Under the precise control of the muscles of the arms, the knife box deliberately avoids the guard's head. When only the guard is left at the end, Voldemort Print!

Blood and gas in the square, boiling like a stove, that's what he's practiced so far, the pounds of air and blood energy in the body are burning, bang!

A fistprint is broken, the air is hot and rolling, the fistprint has not hit the security guard, the body of the ghost can no longer withstand the masculine blood coming from the face, as if the summer ice and snow were in the broiled sun, full of tingling and tearing pain.

Aah!

A white shadow, handcuffed with anklets, shook out of the back of the guard and then burned in the air, blowing apart like a rag.

+1 Normal Soul Qi.

Kill every second of it.

Gain eight spirits at once.

And that was when the security guard was softened and unconscious.

“Little brother, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

The old baton climbed to the third floor, noticed the coma guard lying on the ground, and was surprised to ask the right question: “Why is there a guard here? ”

“Isn't this guard the missing doorman? She's still a kid, by age. ”

Square: “I think so. ”

“It seems that he should be able to discover the secrets of this by-food processing plant. ”

Soon, Fang was waking up the little guard on the ground.

As soon as the little guard woke up, he started shouting, but was immediately covered in his mouth, because at this moment… in the lodging building in the dark night, suddenly there was a rhythm of empty banging.

The sound keeps going.

Fang glanced at the old clergyman and decided to quit the strange lodging building, ask the little security guard about the specific situation before talking.

Ten minutes later…

At last, the little guard's panic slowly stabilized under the comfort of an old god stick whose identity was more suitable for giving ordinary people a sense of security.

In fact, as long as the old god stick doesn't show the usual lewdness of greed, once it gets serious, the skin sells well. Otherwise, there would have been no widows in the village in front of the gate, and there would have been a group of rural women… short for friendship with women.

Next, the little security guard began to kowtow about the story, and Fang Zheng and the old god stick both knew his name, Li Dabao.

……

Turns out, when Li Dabao heard the strange noise, he put down his book "Security Vocational Skills Training Materials" and always wanted to hear the source of the sound.

But in the security room, the sound sounds mild, distorted, and you can't hear exactly where it came from for a while.

Dabao Li hesitated for a moment, should we go out or not?

On the one hand is the warning of the cousin, and on the other is the duty to work, not wanting to lose his job.

His family is in desperate need of money, he has a brother and sister to confess to school, it is impossible to pretend not to know after hearing the noise, if there is any real loss in the factory, he will not only take responsibility, but also lose this valuable job.

The monthly salary of 32 thousand, for Li Dabao, who grew up in the village of Xiaoshan in the countryside and has never seen a lot of money, and dropped out of school to work, is an unimaginable huge amount, he doesn't want to lose the important job in front of him.

At a time when Li Dabao was hesitant, the empty industrial park road suddenly sounded the footsteps of women's high heels.

Lee Dabao is curious. Will someone be wandering around the industrial park in the middle of the night?

And listen to the sound, or the sound of a woman walking in high heels.

Just as Li Dabao's thoughts had just come to pass, Li Dabao did not listen to the guard room to close the curtains outside the glass window and heard the sound of knocking on the window.

It's a woman standing out the window.

“The woman… I don't know how to describe her in reading. Anyway, she's beautiful, very pretty, like a female star who walks out of a movie.” When this was said, Li Dabao had a brief fondness in his frightened eyes.

Adolescent teenagers who have reached the age of 19 years are one month away, and it is understandable that this is the first time that male Cole has seen the Goddess's breakdown.

Who hasn't had an adolescent fantasy yet.

“She's tall, taller than me, wears a very slim red dress, and she's wearing nice red heels on her feet, and she has short black hair... I'm not lying to you, she's the prettiest woman I've ever seen in my life, really like walking out of a movie. ”

“She knocked on the window and said that a man was lost in the industrial park and wanted to ask me for directions... then she said she wanted to borrow the toilet in the factory... At the time, I thought," Such a beautiful, very temperamental woman, the rich second generation of rich people in the movie, shouldn't be a thief or a liar, "so I agreed. ”

Speaking of which, Li Dabao lowered his head with some embarrassment.

“What happened then? What does that have to do with you meeting those prisoners on the third floor of the lodging building?” The old god stick saw Li Dabao for half a day, he was always pulling on a woman, didn't get into the theme, as if he hadn't seen a woman in eight lifetimes, could a woman become a flower if she was prettier, which gave him a rush, so he interrupted Li Dabao's youth fantasy and asked about the follow-up.