Here Lies The Wicked

On the other side of Changxi Village.

After all the heads jumped out of the window, people were as agile as apes, and pitch-black bodies jumped fast on the roof of a house.

Such as fulfilling the horizon.

Almost immediately, the head teacher left the village.

Instead of rushing to the residences of Li Kangliang and Li Kangping brothers, he headed straight for the only village cement road out of the rear village.

They teach their heads to leapfrog in the shadows.

Suddenly!

The head teacher seemed to perceive something. When he saw his eyes like a torch, he saw directly through all the obstacles in front of him. His eyes were absolutely bright. Under the dark night, a figure appeared. It was actually Li Kangliang.

Li Kangliang was standing next to a small bridge with no guardrails. He seemed to be looking at something under the bridge. Half his body probed out of the bridge. If he were to teach his head later, Li Kangliang could lose weight and fall off the bridge.

The bridge is also very simple, very old and very deserted. It is just a narrow bridge made of several cement prefabricated plates that can barely carry much weight and is not the main road for Changxi Village into and out of the village.

And the surrounding bushes, the wild grass are full of people, the yin qi is very heavy, it can be seen that there are few people here, even the villagers of Changxi Village rarely pass here on weekdays.

At this time, although the rain is much smaller, there is still some rain in the sky. Li Kangliang appeared in the back mountains of Yin Sen at night, which is unusual in itself.

Especially seeing Li Kangliang's appearance, like being bewitched by something, not realizing that he was going to fall off the bridge, and constantly probing his body out.

After the head teacher found Li Kangliang, he did not see any movement. He only saw the energy in his body such as the tidal wave, stirring up the tide of terror, and his body glow and magnify. That was when the terror energy spilled out, and then lit up the darkness around him.

As this light dispersed the darkness, he stood by the bridge and was poking his body out of the diaspora. Li Kangliang looked under the bridge and seemed to wake up violently. He was frightened by the unfamiliar surrounding environment and his unusual actions, and he backed away continuously. Probably because of panic, fear, Li Kangliang tripped his left and right legs and fell on the bridge with his ass.

At this time, as the light on his head dispersed the surrounding night, he finally saw the view under the bridge, which was a riverbed exposed to gradual drying up due to years of water storage at the upstream hydropower station. The river, which was a few meters wide, became trickling water, directly exposing the pebbles of the riverbed, and a bite... under the shadow of the bridge, usually without paying attention to the decaying, faded coffins that are hard to spot.

Li Kangliang was standing at the edge of the bridge without a guardrail, and seemed to have been looking at the coffin.

This coffin was supposed to be buried under the riverbed.

Probably because perennial river flushes, the deeper the riverbed is flushed, the wider the flush;

Coupled with the perennial storage of water at the upstream hydropower station, the river dried up year after year, and the lower coffin was slowly exposed.

Looking at the sight, he taught the face of the doll, his eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

First, contemplation.

Then reveal a sudden glow.

“Me, me, how did it get here...”

“Help me...”

Li Kangliang's face was pale and looked frightened, his hands and feet rushed to teach the only living person here, as if the fallen water suddenly saw a life-saving straw.

I don't know, but the head teacher sounded so loud: "You are searching for your own death!! ”

Then you see how they teach their heads to stamp, a horrible energy pouring into the ground, like high explosives penetrating the ground, boom!

Just listen to the dull explosion underground.

The ground was first raised a huge piece of dirt bag, instantly recessed and collapsed, the riverbank collapsed, along with a small narrow bridge, the ruins and Li Kangliang on the bridge fell directly beneath the riverbed.

……

At the same time, in Changxi Village.

Wang Yucai family.

Fang is looking at the dying face of the old monkey on the ground. However, no matter what he asks, the face of the old monkey on the ground is always repeated over and over again called Wang with a material name. This is like the three souls often said by the elderly people in rural areas are incomplete, lost their souls, some are confused.

People die like lights out.

Not everyone dies, but the world is still full of three souls. In addition to normal death, there are many transverse deaths, and unknown deaths.

The face of the old monkey in front of him is like an incomplete soul after death, which leads to confusion.

But even if he lost his mind, he can still remember his grandson. He wants to go back to Changxi Village to save his grandson. The Wang Lao Six is very concerned about Wang Yucai, the only grandson.

Watching the dead and crippled grandchildren, Fang was sighing at the uncertainty of life, and began to have some headaches about how to deal with the grandchildren.

He didn't lack that spirit.

The intelligence value on the face of the old monkey far exceeds that of a soul.

But there was something he couldn't do at the moment.

So, Fang was turning his eyes to Wang Yan's body, and he showed his contemplation. Perhaps this Wang Yan could know something?

At the same time, he also wondered if he could take the opportunity to wake up Hus. According to the head teacher, Hus is a spiritual invasion. When Wang has material, Wang has strange body. Hus is trapped in Wang's spiritual consciousness.

Fang is thinking that this is a bit like the bridge section of the movie Invasion of Brain Cells, a psychologist to find the kidnapped hostage and infiltrate the murderer's mental consciousness world, instead trapped himself in the murderer's mental consciousness world.

Next, Fang grabbed the dying man's face and the old monkey only had the last leg left. Then he threw it to Xiao Kuo and let the gang watch. He came straight to Wang Yanyi's side.

The colour of thoughts appeared in his eyes.

“Generally speaking, a person is evil or bewitched because of his own lack of yang fire, which leads to evil gas invasion... commonly, is that three yang fires of a person are weak or put out one or two of the fires... I just need to get rid of the evil gas in Wang Yan's body, and then light three fires on Wang Yan's body to flourish, can't I save Wang Yan's material? ”

“After all, Wang has not been possessed by ghosts, but has become a mouse wolf who likes raw meat. ”

“As long as we can save Wang Yuan, Wang Yuan has returned to normal, doesn't that mean we can save Huth? ”

There is a flash of light in both eyes, do it when you think about it.

Originally he wanted to scratch a salted fish.

But now even the tomb keepers are here.

This has to lead to some deeper associations.

Now it's not about whether he wants to continue scrupulously with the saltfish problem.

Rather,

Gravekeepers and connectors can be here at the same time, which is the rhythm at which things happen.

Fang Zheng knotted the "Voldemort King's Seal", instantly, the internal air and blood fluttered, the heat burned like a fireplace bear, he intends to rekindle the King's three fires with his masculine blood, exorcising him...