Here Lies The Wicked

At this time, Huang Jian 'an, riding the villagers' motorcycle, was running off with Li Xianshui in the back seat.

The two men soon arrived at the collapsed part of the mountain road, and after throwing the motorcycle, they climbed between their hands and feet in a rock, and the waterway was impassable, which was the only way out of the mountain.

“Jian, Jian An, this... this time the dead came out from under the Yellow River, the bride really came to harm... our village? Did you hurt my parents? But Brother Jian Ang and Uncle Yongda are clearly her saviors...”

Li Xianshui's eyes were grieving and red. Tears kept flowing. Because of his foot injury, he climbed not fast and fell behind.

Huang Jian 'an climbed to the front: “I asked Lady Zhang. Lady Zhang didn't want to mess with the river god. It didn't say clearly. It was just obscure to say that I shouldn't have run away from this marriage. I lost my last chance...”

Li Xianshui was still immersed in the pain of bereavement. His voice swallowed: “What does that mean, Lady Zhang? Are you saying that the bride came ashore from the Yellow River to repay and protect Jian 'an and everyone? ”

Huang Jian 'an did not answer silently.

Lady Zhang is dead. Perhaps no one will ever know the truth.

Just when the two of them hit the flashlight, they climbed hard, and from time to time there was a mess of rocks rolling down, suddenly, far from the back of Li Xianshui, the sound of rocks rolling down, Li Xianshui's body was stiff, hurried to turn around and take the flashlight to the back, and who was the one who shouted out in a hurry to breathe?

As a result, Li Xianshui's scalp saw that there was a black figure crawling behind him in an empty pile of unmanned rocks. When the black man approached him, Li Xianshui's eyes were frightened.

That man is Huang Jian An!

Two Huang Jian 'an appeared in front of him!

“Li Xianshui, the Huang Jian 'an in front of you is a fake, don't follow him. He is a demon pretending to lead you to the river god. I am the real Huang Jian 'an, you hurry back.” Huang Jian 'an, who appeared behind him, waved desperately at Li Xianshui and asked him to hurry back.

Huang Jian 'an walked in front of him with anxiety and anxiety. He shouted: “Li Xianshui, I am the real Huang Jian 'an. The one behind me is fake. Don't believe the bullshit. Ghosts are good at illusion and deception. We hurry to get out and have a chance to live. ”

“No, Huang Jian 'an in front is fake. ”

“No, I'm the real Huang Jian An. ”

“Li Shushui, there is no way out of the mountain. You are still in the haunted eye of the river god. He takes you on such a steep road, he just wants to disguise you as an accident and push you down the mountain. There is no way out of the mountain. You can never walk with him. ”

“You, you fart! I'm Huang Jian An! Li Xianshui, trust me, I will never harm your Jian An! ”

At this time, Li Xianshui sandwiched between two real and fake Huang Jian 'an. His body became colder and colder during the night. He was afraid to look at the front and back two Huang Jian 'an. Who exactly should believe what he said? Who's the fake ghost again?

“When I was ten, did Jian Ang give me a wooden knife or a wooden sword? ”

Li Xianshui asked Huang Jian 'an behind him nervously.

“I don't remember that long ago, Li Xianshui, hurry back, it's too dangerous for you to stay there.” Huang Jian 'an behind him urged Li Xianshui to go with him first.

Li Xianshui bites his teeth and asks Huang Jian 'an in front of him: “If you are really Jian 'an, my father and my mother had a fight once, and my father ran away negatively and stayed at Jian 'an's house all night, then answer me, how old was I when that happened? ”

Huang Jian 'an immediately replied: “It was seven years old. I remember that year very clearly, because you were only six years old when you were in elementary school in the month, and you were not even seven years old when you went to elementary school at that time. You were persuaded to come back by the village elementary school. ”

Li Xianshui showed joy and hastily accelerated his approach to Huang Jian 'an in front of him. When he was 10 years old, he had never received a gift at all. Huang Jian 'an behind him was a fake.

During the panic escape, Li Xianshui sneaked back and looked behind him. As a result, he was scared to death. The false Huang Jian 'an behind him turned into half his head. Zhao Yongda, who had disappeared. At this time, Zhao Yongda stared at him, his hands and feet moved as fast as a gecko.

“Don't look behind you! Run!” Huang Jian 'an shouted and warned, but at this time, Li Xianshui ran away without noticing under his feet, his men slipped and failed to grab the rock. People fell directly from the messy rock slope and rolled straight down to the cliff.

“Li Xishui! ”

“Zhao Yongda, wake up. We're not the ones who killed you. I'm Huang Jian An! ”

“Fuck you river god, didn't you want to kill me, I grew up in Huang Jian 'an from a village of snacks, you killed the whole village, I will fight you today! ”

……

Li Xianshui is dead.

Because of his fall, which triggered a small landslide, Li Xianshui's exact cause of death should be said to have been buried in his life.

No wonder the file says that people in several villages found only one villager's body, but it took a long time to find it. On that night, Li Xianshui died and was buried alive.

“What's going on here? ”

“Since Li Xianshui died in the beginning and didn't escape that night, who ended up posting a forum on Li Xianshui's phone? ”

“Is it like a ghost call, a ghost post such an old-fashioned forum ghost story plot? ”

Several people followed them down to the cliff, and the threesome met, which surprised them all.

Only Fangzheng, staring at the chaotic rock slope in front of him, did not say a word, there seemed to be something in his eyes to think about, he bowed his head silently.

Suddenly!

The front of his eyes is starting to elevate, and his body surface, like the phenomenon of homecoming, rapidly grows thick monkey hair, and soon his body expands into a demonic monkey who hates ghosts.

This is Fang's full spiritual martial arts.

Boom!

As the monkey flew like a big bird, he lifted a heavy earth stone the size of a grinding wheel around him. What did man look for in the sky?

Raise!

The fierce gaze of the orangutan seemed to have finally found something, and the grinding disc in his hand and the size of the earth stone flew directly out.

Boom!

A dusty explosion stunned the group of three to discover that all the scenes in front of them were shattered and that they did not see a collapsed rocky slope and turned into a rolling yellow river.

The boulder that had just been thrown in the sky was struck by a coffin that had surfaced beneath the Yellow River. Even more surprising, however, is the young girl standing on the coffin cover in her famous white pants.

Young girls in white, like them, have green and ghost-colored soul lights on their heads and shoulders... as if she were the sixth person who never showed up?!

“Ghost blindfold!! ”

The three of us can't understand what's going on here at this moment, and it's hard to see all the different colors.

When were they blinded by ghosts?

From the moment they entered the village where Lady Zhang lived, did they not realize that they were blindfolded by ghosts?

“Fang Zheng, you, how did you see we were blindfolded from the start?!” The more people think about it, the more palpitations they have.