Here Lies The Wicked

There is no wolf and dirt on the square.

Because at the final juncture, he relied on the golden clock cover to carry over the rubble burial.

Fortunately, this tunnel is not deep enough for him to come out, but it will never be as easy as it is now.

Boom!

What Fang was holding in his hand had completely disappeared, and he was blown alive into a fleshy flesh group, throwing it on the ground at will.

But even so, the blurred flesh on the ground is still alive and still creeping like a living creature, and this image is a little bloody.

In order to be a normal person, this is already a serious wound that must die.

If you look closely, the surface of the flesh mass, implicitly stained with several familiar pieces of yellow cloth, like a piece of robe, the identity of the flesh in front of you seems to be self-evident...

Square grip the knife handle and inject the true Qi into the Yang, Pfft!

The blade burned to the sun, burning the entire flesh mass on the ground, under the night, especially the eyebrows, turned into the burning fire mass of the bear, and finally completely turned into the scorching smell black ash of the ground.

+1 Normal Soul Qi from Taoist Feng.

Ordinary soul?

No, he can carry so many attacks, he's still alive. At least he's a ghost eater. It's supposed to be a special soul.

Is it because it has to do with just being a wreck?

Fang was surprised at first, then revealed the colour of sincerity, actually only gained ordinary soul qi, the result is unexpected, but it is in reason again.

These people who have fallen into the blessing are trapped forever and cannot die, so it is speculated that the people you see in front of you should be something similar to the presence of some sort of wreck.

All that's out now is three souls full of crippled spirits.

No wonder these ghosts have forgotten their names and gone mad.

I just don't get it. What kind of secrets are there under this tunnel?

Just as the party was planning to revisit the tunnel, suddenly, outside of the quiet view of the night, a rushing knock sounded.

“Taoist, are you resting, Taoist? ”

“Today the little lady wants to come and watch Seeking Son in the Upper Column. ”

It was the voice of a young woman who kept slamming at the door of Dao Guan.

You're sick.

Asuko, go find the maid next door.

In the middle of the night, he came looking for a Shizuko.

Square inner spit trough.

He wanted to pretend that nobody was in the view of the Taoist Patriarch, but the woman outside the door kept slamming at the door and shouting to the Patriarch: “Taoist, I saw a fire appearing in the view of the Taoist Patriarch, I know you are in the view of the Taoist Patriarch, poor little girl, just let the little girl come in and beg for a child. ”

The light that the woman outside the door said was the light that Fang was burning from the meat group, Taoist Feng.

Listen to the motion outside the door keep moving, and the squares are frowned upon.

He's worried about letting the outside knock it down again, and the movement here will definitely cause him more trouble.

Most importantly, Chancellor Feng was just given a double punch and died of a live hammer.

Even if he opens the door, where can he find another Taoist Feng?

But he can't leave the outside alone forever.

In order to prevent more trouble from spreading branches outside the festival, Fang rectified his robe and carefully recalled how old clerics used to ignore people, while opening the door.

Looks like he's going to go back to the Buckwheat Nest and pretend to be a Taoist. As for the secret under the tunnel, anyway, the tunnel collapsed, can't be dug out for a moment and a half, and the secret under the tunnel can't escape, or first think about how to solve the two crazy women outside the door who are anxious to have children in the middle of the night.

“Come on, come on, don't break the door again, break it down again, the door is going to collapse.” As the sound of Fangzheng's speech, creaks, the doors of Daoguan open from the inside.

“Yah, mayor, you really haven't rested yet! ”

A woman's surprise was heard outside the door.

At this time, Fang Zheng also saw the person who had been knocking on the door. This is a young woman in her early twenties. She has a medium appearance. She can't be pretty or ugly. Her eyes are very large and clean. She is not very good looking, but she is very durable.

“Taoist, excuse me... Hey, Taoist, what's this behind you?” Women's curiosity measures the guitar backpack right behind their back.

Fang Zheng calmly replied: “If I said that besides being a Taoist, I am also a musician of national classical percussion instruments, it would make sense to use music and metallurgy to cultivate spirituality? ”

The woman outside the door who asked for incense in the middle of the night did not doubt Fang Zheng's identity at all. She really went into Daoguan to ask for incense.

Fang Zheng also took her directly to the previous grandmaster's palace, regardless of which palace had a good effect on Seeking Child.

The grandmaster's palace was on the outskirts, and he feared that the trail of battle in Daoguan would be discovered by the woman in front of him, so he brought her to the grandmaster's palace.

Along the way, the woman was also strangely quiet.

When I came to the grandmaster's palace, I just concentrated on the incense burning prayer, as if I were here, really just sincerely asking for incense, nothing unusual.

However, the more impatient the party is starting to wait.

Fang was posing as a Taoist preacher of Lingshan Road view. He thought that Yoko Kaori would be soon. How could he know that almost half an hour had passed? That woman still had an endless standoff.

Is it true that ghosts have faith in such immobile piety? But just as they were re-measuring each other, something was wrong.

The woman begged for her son, everything was fine, everything was fine. I beg you, why did you start flowing down the halla?

At first, it was small, not obvious, but later, it was obvious.

It's like starving for a long time, suddenly I can't help it anymore, drooling...

The woman prayed sincerely with her eyes closed, but the halla in her mouth couldn't help but flow... as if she was starving.

The square is just a glance.

This woman is a ghost, absolutely problematic, not as good-looking and clear as she looks.

At this time, the woman knelt in front of the idol and begged for prayer, but her saliva grew more and more. There was already a large beach of water on the ground. At a time when the woman's eyes seemed to open, it seemed like she was going to pray immediately. When she opened her eyes again, the knife flashed and her head fell off.

No hesitation!

Fang Zheng took the lead!

He attacked directly behind his back and the riot cut off the woman's head.

+1 Normal Soul Qi from Child Seekers.

……

Suddenly, there was another rushing knock...

“Taoist, are you resting, Taoist? ”

“Today the little lady wants to come and watch Seeking Son in the Upper Column. ”

Or is it the familiar female voice, or is it the familiar rhythm of slamming the door hard, the exact same scene, re-enactment.

The color of the front has changed slightly. Should we open the door this time?

What the hell does this woman want?