Here Lies The Wicked

“Lady Zhang seems to be talking about you. ”

Standing with Fang Zheng in the crowd, he said quietly to the right side.

“Leek number three, you don't talk, nobody treats you like a mute.” Fang of course knew that Lady Zhang was talking about him. He just didn't react at first.

This goddess actually noticed his existence.

At this time, Fang Zheng has also noticed that, at this moment, the surrounding villagers are facing the four of them in the crowd. It seems that they have not been able to attract the attention of the villagers at all times, and this is the focus of all.

He frowned unexpectedly.

The appearance of this goddess seems to have changed the spiritual world of the dead...

Leek number three: “…”

Goddamn leek number three.

I've got this green oil nickname.

And why am I number three, not number one?

“For the sake of our safety, give yourself to us. Didn't you notice there was something wrong with the way the villagers looked at us? This goddess must have moved something. This goddess has a problem. ”

“Well, I've seen it, Leek Two.” It's a little depressing at the moment.

Why are there four people standing here asking him to carry the body?

Do honest people deserve to be backpackers? Hmm?!

Leek number two: “…”

Enough mud.

Don't give people nicknames.

You dirty leek number four!!

Leek One was excited inside, Q. The spirit thought: “Luckily I'm Leek One, I can't believe I'm the most honorable person! ”

At this moment, with a camel on her back, she only reached Zhang Goddess with a high chest position. Her eyes were gray and cloudy. She stared straight at Fang Zheng like a dead person: “Don't you want to? ”

Fang found that the surrounding villagers were looking at him even worse.

“Li Xianshui, please think of it as a contribution to the people of the village to help the aunts and uncles. ”

“Yeah, Shuishui, you're the one who's been hugging and kissing since you were a kid. You've been closest to her since you were a kid. She won't let you see you in danger. She'll always be behind you. If you're in danger, she'll be the first to come out. ”

“Shui Shui, you're the only one who's seen that ghost survive tonight, which means your boy's life is hard. ”

The villagers persuaded Fang Zheng, one mouthful of Li Xiaoshui shouted familiarly.

WTF?!

Fang Zheng's face was squeamish.

Who are you and who are you? I'm embarrassed. My name is Fang Zheng! Not Lee (you) Shui (who)!!

What the hell is this goddess doing? Does it have anything to do with my soul lights lit with Li Xianshui's grudge? This goddess has privately altered the memory details so that the villagers here treat me like Li Xianshui?

So, according to the original memory, did Li Xishui finish this trip tonight?

But some of the details were tampered with in the middle.

Psychologists are not surprised that even living memories can be tampered with and dead memories can tampered with.

“Do I look like Li Shui?” He pointed to his nose and confirmed to the group of three leeks beside him.

The three of them spoke in unison: "No, you're Leek 4. ”

Fang Zheng sighed lightly, okay, you recognized me, didn't ask me “who are you”.

At this time, Li Xianshui's parents stood up against it, even Li Xianshui's relatives stood up against it. Li Xianshui was the only college student of their old Li family, and it was bad luck for the living people to carry the corpse, and no one could say if there was any danger along the way, and they would not resolutely promise to let Li Xianshui take risks.

This was a heartwarming scene. However, Fang was watching Li Xianshui's family protect him. One bite of Li Xianshui was nothing but offensive and shouting. Once the scene was awkward.

At this time, the surrounding villagers began to persuade Fang Zheng and Li Xianshui's parents and relatives. The saying is good. Double fists are hard to beat. How can several people resist the will of the whole village?

Looks like Li Xianshui was the one who carried the body.

Otherwise, the goddess would not have turned Fang Zheng's identity into Li Xianshui, so many such moves.

……

Fang Zheng, instead of Li Xianshui, walked through the courtyard to the Lingtang coffin. He couldn't help but think of the first man to be sacrificed, who was sacrificed before he met the body of the bride.

Isn't he going to be the second sacrificial day?

Fang saw the corpse of the bride in the coffin, but it did resemble that written in Li Xianshui's post. People were like lying down and asleep. The Spirit of Skin did not look like a stiff and creepy corpse after death, and the skin was black and blue. At this time, the bride was wearing simple clothes, which should have been worn by villagers' gangs.

“How do I carry it?” Fang looked at the nearest Lady Zhang, but he wondered whether the ghost was pretending to be Lady Zhang. How much soul would it be worth to kill this Lady now?

Ordinary soul?

Or a special soul?

“Just walk around the village with your normal back, at the usual walking speed, but you can only complete the whole back-to-back process, no one else can follow, even I can't follow.” Lady Zhang's voice sounded a little shady.

When they heard that no one else could follow them, the Li family refused first, but eventually the whole village could not resist. Looking at Li Xianshui's mother, she was unbearable and comforted. She said that he would be fine. She would definitely come back safely, and let Lady Zhang begin immediately.

The bride's body is on her back and feels like a living person. Her skin is blown to pieces, soft and boneless, and there is no stiffness imagined at all. It's just that your body is freezing and you don't have a living body temperature.

Fang Zhengzheng was surprised.

He didn't really think about it. He put the person directly on his back, immediately felt the soft jade on his back, and there were two groups of dorsal latissimus muscles on his back.

Just...

The bride's body just fell on him and immediately fell into the coffin.

Villagers lifted up and fell again...

Villagers continue to lift up and fall...

Fang Zheng looked at Lady Zhang without a word. Is this what you call my special philosophy, perfect for carrying a corpse?

How do I feel about not letting me carry it?

Even Lady Zhang seemed not to have expected the scene in front of her. She watched the villagers lift her up on the square one time and fall into the body of the bride in the coffin one more time. Lady Zhang's dense numbness was like a daisy wrinkle, on the old face full of the old man's spots, appeared suspicious and suspicious.

There was also a bit of impotence.

“Find the rope and tie it to him!! He's the only one in the village who can carry a corpse!!” Lady Zhang with her back, fingers square, screamed.

Possible backpacker, can only be done by Li Xianshui.

Although Mrs. Zhang tampered with the memory details, the general direction could not be changed, so today this corpse can only be carried by the side.

After all, you can't change a person's memory into fish meat in silk, red roasted lion's head really has lion's head, buying a wife cake really has a wife... this doesn't pay any attention to real and realistic settings, minutes of play.

Memories, expensive in real life.

Immediately a villager ran to find the rope...