Here Lies The Wicked

Fang Zheng was impatient to answer a quote from Gaoshu, and was about to go to the high ground where thirty-five brides stood.

But this is the moment!

Click, click...

The ground past at the foot began to be emptied like a thin sheet of paper, and as the tomb keeper died, everything around him became a world of paper.

The original hills no longer exist.

It's a paper house.

There was residual fire in the battle, lit the surrounding paper pieces, quickly turned into fierce fire, burned out, and turned into a scattered piece of black grey.

+1 Special Soul Qi.

Fang was stunned.

Is this a sign that… the paper in front of you is a house and a submersible?

“But why, this time without the memory of the Grieving Spirit of the Underworld?” The colour of reflection is obvious.

But it immediately figured out why.

It should be that the underwear is also wildly equipped and master equipped.

Wild equipment is nothing, uncontrolled, and spirits in the underworld come out uncontrolled, creating dark pollution.

And the Lord's Pluto, it is surrendered or controlled.

That explains it.

With this in mind, Fang raised his head and found this surprising. When the paper in front of him burned down the hill, he walked under the ashes. His place was actually underground. It was obviously the third dormitory he had entered before, and the whole underground was dug up.

At this moment, as the smoke dissipated from the paper house, the underground finally revealed its true appearance, full of eyelids, the excavated pit depressions everywhere, and… the exposed bones, human bones, human skulls.

A graveyard?

A mass grave?

Look at everything in front of you and you'll see.

Why does the ghost of a death row roam in this by-product factory?

Why do you hear the knocking sound of hardware in the factory?

All of the above, as long as you think of the life characteristics of the tomb keeper, everything is clear.

Because!

Right in front of Fang, a pile of man-made white bone hills emerged!

The story should have been that the White Tower Industrial Park, once a place where many dead people were buried, such as some kind of serpent demon repression, a mass burial post or a cemetery, was all messed up, and places like this were not uncommon in the past. Afterwards, they usually choose to build schools, neighborhood buildings, shopping malls, etc. to suppress what's underneath them and prevent them from running out into chaos.

Later, the tomb keeper discovered the place and snuck up on the White Tower Industrial Park.

And then every night, you stick people in paper, like dirty rats hiding underground, digging up bones and cultivating them with this special pubic magnetic field. That pile of artificial white bone hills is the best proof.

Because the grave was dug up and the dead soul was disturbed, there was a later death row ghost running out to make a mess.

At the same time, it also explains why there are tinkling, tinkling hardware striking voices, precisely because the tomb keeper manipulates the paper-taking people every night and digs the bodies beneath the ground.

When he was trying to understand everything in front of him, he looked again at the thirty-five brides who had been standing still in the dark.

Fang sighed and his head was blocked.

“The dead shall rest in peace in the earth for the good of the good. The living shall feel at ease, and I will take you home...”

The fake Ida Wang, or Ko Sook Painting, on one side looked at Fang Zheng: “They're all alive. Where are you going to bury them? ”

Huh?

What? What?

Gao Shu Painting: “Gravekeepers are distorted in their minds, and they try to refine themselves into paper-taking people in order to practice and live forever, so they hate the living people of the world and want to destroy everything around them. I hope that everyone can be like them and become a ghost. Of course, this probability is definitely not possible, otherwise the tomb keeper would have been extinct; on the other hand, because of his inner inferiority, he has always felt like a freak, so he is more eager to recover his body. ”

“It is precisely because of this particular psychological distortion that there is such a farce at hand that the tomb keeper wants to marry the living, not the dead, and he wants to occupy the living body to fill the distorted world inside. After all, gravediggers are not necrophiliacs. ”

And they just reacted, “But are they dead? ”

Gao Shu said faintly: “They are only temporarily unconscious. They have been sealed with anger by the tomb keepers. Remember, the outside world has been searching for these missing persons. ”

After hearing Ko Sook's explanation, Fang smiled.

Smiled and laughed.

Just as he rejoiced in his first one-time wool to a dozen spirits.

“Ida Wang, uh, no, it's Ko Sook Painting, and I noticed that you're still a little attractive when you're not talking to a second-class medical adult. ”

“Of course, just a tiny bit.” The square draws a very, very small gap between the thumb and index finger ratio.

Ko Sook Painting: “I am Ko Sook Painting's half-sister, Ko Zhong Li...”

This time Fang was a little surprised: “Are you really Ko Sook Painting? Is Ko Sook really not here? ”

At this time, Fang looked at Ida Wang in front of him, and his eyes were a little silly.

If it is not Ko Sook, there is no employer relationship, can it be...

“… human skin.” After Gao Shu's breath breathed heavily, he looked at the dangerousness of the leap in Fang's eyes and said the last few unfinished words.

Square: “…”

“So, in addition to Takati, you also made your sister a painter? ”

Snake scorpion woman.

Poison like a snake scorpion.

There's no scorpion... wait online, it's urgent.

Ko Sook's image was refreshed with a new height in the square.

Whether it's Tao Hu or Gao Zhong Li, Gao Shu Painting's half-sister, Fang doesn't know whether this involves any reason, but he thought about it. Sometimes if you think about it from a different angle, Gao Shu Painting's life is pathetic...

But this is someone else's family business, and there is no clueless questioning.

Next, Fang is preparing to rescue the thirty-five brides and ask Ko Sook to help him save lives with his paintings. At the same time, he asked Ko Sook to paint one thing: "Do practitioners like yourselves, inherited from ancient generations, each carry a submersible? ”

Fang Zheng moped his chin and was thinking about a big deal.

Gao Shu Painting: “In the circle of our city, it is never possible to use the power of the underworld. The ability of the underwater device, while powerful, is also susceptible to backphage and mental contamination. ”

“But there is no guarantee that there will be corrupt men willing to submit to the forces of the devil. ”

It is unfortunate to hear that the eyes of Fang Zheng are revealed.

Listen to Ko Sook painting tone. She doesn't have a submersible on her. Conversely, if he inserts Ko Sook painting again, there will be no psychological burden...