Here Lies The Wicked

The Yellow River is taunted with turbid running river water.

The night is quiet.

All of a sudden, a figure came from afar and nearby and ran out of the mountain forest to the banks of the Yellow River. Seeing the world behind the human shadow, chasing him to collapse, collapse.

The shadow is getting closer and closer.

Square feels like he has found the excitement of the running circle. Slowly, he will be killed by the circle behind him.

That circle is naturally a collapsed spiritual world.

“Mr. Fu, Li Xianshui's memory world is about to collapse, let's hurry away, you will never guess, who I just met in Li Xianshui's memory world... I met... uh, Lei, Lei Nai No. 4, why are you here too?! ”

Fang Zheng suddenly two feet, a pair of living and ghostly look standing with Mr. Fu, like an old friend gathered together, talking white woman, subconsciously came out of the chives No. 4.

Leek number four?

Mr. Fu: “…”

White woman: "…”

I wonder if it is the illusion of Fang Zheng. When the woman in white disappeared into the yellow river, she seemed to look back at herself?!

Fang approached Mr. Fu carefully and asked, “Mr. Fu, who knows you? ”

This time Fang is no longer shouting "Leek No. 4", ask Mr. Fu carefully.

“That was a senior.” Mr. Fook took a good look.

Hiss, pour in the cool air.

“Mr. Fook, Leek Four, no, it's this white senior-- how exactly is that? ”

White pants, white from head to tail, isn't that white seniors?!

“Nationwide, there are nine day tourists who are stationed all over the country, and she has the best hope of becoming the tenth day tourist.” Mr. Fook did not specify, perhaps for reasons of confidentiality or otherwise, that only one sentence was mentioned on the side.

Mr. Fook had just finished, Fang suddenly became quiet and honest, people looked at his nose, nose looked at his heart, and sat on the boat honestly.

Best hope of breaking through the tenth day of the tour,

Isn't that the number one player in day travel?

Fang Zheng, it's not a pussy.

It's called heart-to-heart.

He wasn't afraid of Leek No. 4, Fang Zheng kept telling himself that.

Mr. Fu looked at a serious book, sitting on the right side of the front, but he didn't put any more swords on the right side. As he propped up the boat, he just took off his front and rear legs from the crumbling Li Xianshui memory world, while explaining why women in white appeared in the spirit world of Li Xianshui's death.

“This presence, most familiar with both sides of the Yellow River, is dedicated to keeping you safe in secret. Do you wonder why there are six people who have entered the spirit world of the Li Shuishui deceased, and only five people have always been seen? That last person was her. ”

Fang is still sitting motionless.

I'm serious.

I'm serious about faces.

Until he left the Yellow River basin and successfully walked out of the Yellow River into the sea mouth, Fang Zheng was like a relieved breath, along the way he looked at his nose, his nose watched him, he could not hold down the rest of his rise and move hands and feet again.

However, when passing through Luo Shenxiang in the middle of nowhere, one could not help but look a few more times. Unfortunately, there is a very low visibility fog floating on the river, and there is no view of Luo Shenxiang.

When he went out of the Yellow River entrance to the sea, Fang was getting up again and looked with some regret at the direction of the Yellow River behind him.

Due to the sudden acceleration of the contraction of the poison ring, several people had not micro-signaled with Leek One, Two, Three in order to get out of the circle as soon as possible.

Otherwise, it would expand his [diplomatic community among the core socialist values], which could be his peer circle in the future.

Meanwhile, Fang is looking at the Yellow River behind him, his mind has always wondered, Li Xianshui is dead, who exactly sent that online post?

Is this the forum ghost post after Lee Shui's death?

Or... someone is posing as Li Xianshui, and that candidate, Fang Zheng, already has a preliminary suspicion, he suspects that Huang Jian 'an is not dead.

Because when he walked out of the ghost blindfold, he didn't see Huang Jian 'an's body, maybe he didn't notice Huang Jian 'an's body, maybe Huang Jian 'an Ben was still alive...

Along the way, Fang Zheng was very quiet, did not rush to talk to Mr. Fu about the experience of the ancient village of Huanghe, he did not forget to walk one of the Yin taboos, keep quiet, do not make loud noise.

Fang intends to report back to Mr. Fu after he has emerged from the spiritual world of the dead.

A boat of two, carrying a leaf boat, walked out a distance, the two nephews Yellow River herders had disappeared, and after another period of passage, the boat entered the steel giant ship cemetery again.

A giant steel ship with history corrupted and decayed, the Trident is in this strange battlefield.

WOW... Mr. Fook's boat slid gently across the water, and the boat slowly passed through the wreckage of a ship or a fractured or warped steel giant ship, still floating on the water with the debris of the planks left behind when he arrived.

Suddenly!

Putong, the sound of diving in the fog behind you, then clicking, the heavy chain sliding on the hull of the boat friction sound, in the fog, a boat anchor chain at an angle of inclination, approaching quickly towards the side of the boat.

Something under the water seems to be approaching quickly.

When you look at something under the water getting closer and closer, you're about to catch up with the boat from behind, and you're about to pop your head out, suddenly, a couple of people long pieces of the boat slab and stab something directly under the water.

Grunting, grunting, spitting a bunch of bubbles under the water, like being stabbed by this sudden, choking on the water.

Something under the water was unwilling to take another look and was stabbed with a stick.

Head again, stab again, grunt a string of bubbles...

When Mr. Fu heard the movement behind him, his eyes turned with suspicion, and he saw that the one behind him did not know when there were more long wooden strips. Some seemed to be floating debris from the hull of the boat... At this time, he was playing with it and stabbed the soul of the two faces behind him, one at a time, underwater.

The soul has lost all face at this moment.

He was stabbed under the water one time at a time, and only felt impatient.

How is this guy different from the first time? This is totally out of order!!

Mr. Fu: “…”

Mr. Fu also looked at the more excited and silent correction. The speed of the boat in his hand could not help but accelerate and get out of here as soon as possible.

Soon after, the boat left the body's range of motion, leaving only the immense body beneath the water.

……

The journey ahead was calm until, when the spiritual temple, which had stood on a stretch of white bones, was seen again, it became clear that it had finally returned to its home province.

He saw the old monk again.

By the time he returned, the temple had been built, and the old monks were cutting meat at the moment!

I saw a piece of flesh cut off, two legs and left arm bloody, only Moran white bone left, but the old monk's knife still didn't stop, began to cut the flesh on his body...

“Is this old monk committing suicide?” Falsely stunned.