Here Lies The Wicked

The air is filled with muddled moisture.

Since the beginning of June, the heat of the day has persisted even at night, even after a little rain.

The passers-by who rushed home from work were in a hurry on the road, ignoring the heel of their shoes, and a piece of stain was splashed on their feet.

At this point, although the rain has stopped, there are occasionally some fine shavings of rain falling and the whole head feels dull over it.

When Fang was coming to the old street with his clothes and a few days had passed, it was still more than 7: 00 at night.

Looking at the little black that is decaying from day to day, Fang Zheng is also worried about the situation of the little black, afraid that this stupid cat will never be vibrated, completely obsolete.

So,

Fang has always wondered,

What happened to Blackie that day?

I haven't even touched my favorite Evian mineral water in a few days.

Fang looked down and was worried about holding Xiao Kuo's clothes in his arms. He couldn't help these two little guys.

You can only send your clothes to accompany Blackie and guide the cat.

Sometimes it hurts to think about it. Can this ghost also have mental illness?

So where did he go to get a ghost shrink?

“Brother Left. ”

“Brother Zhiqiu. ”

As soon as Fang Zheng entered the store, he said hello to the left thousand households.

Then,

Fang stood still and looked quietly at the left thousand households.

Left Thousand Negroes Asked: “Anything else? ”

“No.”

Fang was busy denying it, and then continued to stand still, looking at the left thousand households.

Left thousand households didn't really think about it. He got up from behind the work desk, turned around to get his clothes out of the shelf behind him. He felt the look behind his back and turned around again to look at the motionless standing correctly: “What's wrong? ”

Fang Zhenghao's face: “It's OK, it's OK, Brother Left, do your thing. ”

Left Thousand Foxes turned around suspiciously, back-to-back, and continued to pick up the gadget box on the shelf, however...

Feeling the gaze that had never been removed from the back, Left Thousand Households face black, after removing the gadget box, turn around and look at the square behind them: “Let's be honest. ”

Fang Zheng's innocent expression: “Oops, it's really all right, Brother Left, you are absolutely suspicious, I will never say that today is the big day for me to walk away, investigate the 'disappeared ancient village of the Yellow River’, and then intentionally hint at Brother Left, is there something you forgot to give me, such as the white magic instrument for killing the gods, or King Buki Xiang Yu, Han Jia Lang, Lub the god of war, Wu Shengguan Yu...”

Left thousand households: "…”

God damn it, he doesn't mean it.

You're expressly good at this.

This guy has too thick a face.

When Fang first acted alone, he chose a "Kill the White" wooden carving in Left Thousand stores, and he chose a "Devil in Purgatory" jade in Yan Cabernet Sauvignon store.

However, when he ended his part-time career, both powerful magic instruments were taken back.

That's why there's this scene.

Fang thought that there would also be a magic trick this time, thought that the left thousand households forgot, I didn't think of it for a moment, so I woke up an extra sentence.

Obviously, however, this is obviously much more contemplative.

“Li Xianshui's corpse is highly decomposed and has been dead for too long. The spiritual world of the deceased is now fragile, like an egg shell that breaks at a knock, and cannot withstand too much stimulus from the outside world. So, really, no. But don't worry about security, Mr. Fook has other arrangements.” Left thousand households looked at the blush and didn't jump as thick as the wall of the city, the corner of the mouth muscles puffing, explaining.

“…” square.

A few minutes later.

When Fang Zheng Zheng's figure appeared in the underworld store, Zhang Butcher looked at Zheng Zheng coming back from the fake bookstore next door and asked: “Why? Are you infected and decayed like that cat in your family? ”

“Can decadence be contagious? ”

Fang said it was fine, thanks to the butcher Zhang's concern, of course he would not admit to just asking Left Thousand families for the magic instrument.

Today, the butcher Zhang no longer eats halogenated pork head meat, but is helping Mr. Fu, helping back and forth as if something was arranged.

Fang was curious to take a look at the back of the house. The coffin he saw the other day was still there. Indeed, this coffin was prepared for him... No, it was prepared for Li Xianshui's body.

Fang was curious to look at the coffin. Is there really some body tissue or parts from Li Xianshui in the coffin?

Curiosity comes from curiosity. The so-called art industry has a specialty. Fang did not go into the mess.

Just wait outside patiently.

Turns out, tonight was the day when Fangyin fought for a spot on Blessed Land.

When Fang was picking up his clothes yesterday, Mr. Fu specifically advised him not to forget.

And the time to walk in the shadows begins at midnight, when the shadows are heaviest.

There is still some time until midnight.

In the meantime, Fang is once again taking out his domestic magic machine, and going online to find out if anything important has happened at the international level recently.

However, the search has not yet begun, suddenly noticing that today's classmates are very lively.

The group seemed to be discussing the same thing, and the word "earthquake” appeared. His gaze was astonished. He didn't seem to have heard of earthquakes in China recently.

At this point, another familiar word appeared in the group news, 72 ghost doors closed.

“Seventy-two ghost doors closed?! ”

Fang Zhengzheng, isn't this the nest of the tomb keepers?

The last time the butcher Zhang killed 72 ghosts on his own for his sake, but he didn't know what the outcome of the war was, and it was impossible for the outside world to release such news stories.

With that in mind, he turned his head and looked at the butcher Zhang, who was busy with Mr. Fu in the back of the house, and he began to keep turning up the chat record.

In about five or six minutes, she was turning to a photo of her classmates traveling.

It is a green mountain, but in the photograph, many rocks of the mountain explode, broken ancient trees, especially one of the most shocking, hard mountain walls like a long crack cut out by a knife for dozens of meters, almost 100 meters.

All the trees and rocks along the way blew up, and the long trenches contrasted sharply with the surrounding green mountain forests.

Here, seventy-two ghost doors close.

Fang Zheng also learned various legends about the seventy-two ghost doors closed from the traveling classmate.

Ancient strange dead people.

When the body enters the seventy-two ghost gates, it disappears and does not float out of the water.

And to modern day re-commerce flourished.

No more major accidents.

This is what we've been discussing in the classmates, and we're all discussing the fact that nearly 100 meters long, unlike the fractures formed by the normal weathering of nature, was it cut out by a knife or not?