Here Lies The Wicked

This conversation, the sky soon darkened.

Chang Feng looked at the sky and then apologized: "Brother, I am in the dandelion furnace of the Pharmaceutical King's Palace and refined a furnace of dandelion, so please excuse me. ”

Then he arranged a room so that he could rest early.

But before farewell, Chang Feng Dao's worried goodwill persuaded Fang Zheng: “If not necessary, after spending tonight in Daoguan, let him leave Fuji as soon as possible. The peril of Fortune is far more than anyone can imagine. ”

“None of the people who live in this city regret not having entered the land of bliss, causing eternal life to be trapped in this corner. When these people first died, everything was fine, and for a long time, they all went crazy. ”

Before Chancellor Feng left, he persuaded each other, and after entering the room, he was caught in contemplation.

Undoubtedly, Fordyce is not what everyone imagines.

There's gonna be people dead here.

When you die, you'll be stuck in a blessing forever.

As Chancellor Feng said before he left, the peril of Fortune is far more than anyone can imagine.

A little careless, just stuck here forever.

This is a longer prison life than a century. Dead, dead, alive, alive, will really drive a normal person out of his mind.

Is Fang afraid of dying?

As long as it's a human being, of course, he's afraid to die.

But he came into the blessing.

This is a blissful ghost, a dangerous place for others, but it is the greatest opportunity for him to live his life.

There's a glimmer of leeks that can be cut, why not?

Shame on you.

How can a capitalist empire become a developed country? Rapid accumulation of seed capital was not achieved by pillaging colonies.

At this time, the right mind is slowly delineating an ambitious cause...

For example, how to first cultivate Fuji into a vegetable garden and quickly accumulate his original capital by cutting leeks every day - lighting up more scriptures on the human skin.

After cutting the leeks, think about how to get from the others who entered the blessing, wool…

Cutting leeks, 34181; wool, this is the initial development plan, absolutely not to be broken.

Fortunately for others, it is an authentic push copy stream, play dragon, take BUFF, brush spiritual experience, this is not a push copy stream game.

On the other hand, Fang Jinfu, is to push someone else's copy stream game, hard-boiled into a build field stream game, others push the copy, he plants the field, others play Dalong, he wool, others take BUFF, get gear, get experience, he can cut leeks.

Fang Zheng is about to start being dishonest again.

Of course, it must not be forgotten.

That's what he meant.

He must keep to his heart.

Life must not be too wavery, shooting head birds, wind blowing head branches.

In fact, there is one more answer in Fang's heart as to why he knew that there was danger in this blessing and why he had to go into the blessing without recklessness.

The outside world is no longer calm!

Everything ancient, immortal, the presence of Mulberry's return to the sea is slowly recovering from silence and ruin, a momentum that history cannot stop. In the face of great momentum, human life is like grass mustard, and if he wants to live, he must struggle.

If he wanted to live, he couldn't be as bad, comfortable as normal people who didn't know anything, and then die without knowing when.

Didn't you say I had to live by God...

Just as Fang was sinking his mind, sitting on the bed and practicing his legs, intending to return to his true qi as soon as possible, suddenly, the night was quiet, a noise came from outside a quiet room.

The noise sounded like someone was moving a flower pot outside his room, or someone was wandering outside his room and his leg accidentally hit the flower pot.

Silent, quiet, slightly windy and grassy, all appear particularly clear in the view of the road after night.

The noise outside the room immediately shook the square.

“Who?”

“Brother Dao? ”

In the dangerous unknown blessing, Fang Zheng naturally did not dare to relax the cultivation. A little wind and grass outside the door could not escape his increasingly sensitive five senses. He immediately opened his eyes and withdrew from the cultivation.

Just as Fang opened his eyes, he saw the moonlight flowing through the paper paste window paper, projecting in from outside, bleak white.

Looks like a blurry black figure lying outside the window, putting his head in front of the window, trying to look into his room.

“If you are a brother-in-law, you can push the door directly in and the latch is not plugged in.” Fang Zheng said that he held the knife box next to him without moving a sound.

As a result, the black man lay outside his window, motionless, so he put his head outside the window and looked quietly at the right side of the room.

“Brother Dao, if it's you, please say yes?” Fang squinted, stood up and lifted the knife box.

The head outside the window remains motionless.

The frontal color is cold.

He walked to the door and tried to open it, but he found that the door without the latch had not opened at once, as if there was wind outside the door to suck the door.

Crunch...

It was at this point that the window was pushed through a gap by the head outside the window.

Fang Zheng gazed heavily: “Hide your tail and pretend to be a ghost! ”

Boom!

The door was pulled directly by Square, blown up into several broken wooden panels, brushed, and Square's true figure had rushed out like a leopard.

The ghost knife was out of sheath by then.

However, the space outside the window is empty, empty, cold and dark, nothing unusual.

Fang was standing outside the room, and this revealed that the whole view of the road after nightfall was pitch-black.

Not even a candlelight.

He looked right and left, looked up and thought, and the cold color, and went back to the room, but he found that the only oil lamp in the room that was lit was going out sometime.

The room is black and dark, only a little luminous moonlight, but the cold moonlight, falling into the room is miserable white, but the atmosphere is more gloomy.

Perhaps he had just opened the door too big, the wind brought out the oil lamp... thinking about it, at this moment, with the red light of the sand ink line on the knife box, he had returned to the right side of the room, and his eyes looked thoughtfully at the window that had been pushed through a gap.

Next, looking around the room as soon as the fuel lamp was lit again, no footprints or dirt were found on the floor in front of the windowsill.

Thinking about it, Fang looked up at the beam.

Oh, yeah.

Were there no bodies hidden on the heaviest beams?

Boom!

Pushing the door wide open,

Didn't you hide behind the door?

Is that under the bed or in the closet? I looked all over the room and found nothing.

There's definitely something wrong with that view!

Definitely not as simple as the surface!

Now that he had discovered the problem, he could no longer live in peace. He raised the oil lamp and planned to go out and find out how deep the water was.

Results!

Whoo!

The oil lamp was blown out by the night wind as soon as it left the house.

After several more attempts, each time just leaving the house, the oil lamp was blown out by the wind.