Here Lies The Wicked

Fang is looking.

This woman, she was supposed to be carrying this jade pedal.

And I don't know why, or if it's the Jade of the Underworld, it's a little extraordinary in itself, but it's still alive.

Some unexpected changes in abilities have occurred, even as the underworld interacts with the shadow.

This is all correct speculation, but it also allows the side to test another speculation.

There are no damaged undercarriers to function properly in the blessing...

So, he's going to watch out for people with underarms, mixing them in.

Even he, a folk, can enter the land of bliss, if he does not believe, the others will have no means.

It's like Ko Sook painting. Fang knew that this painting is also in Fuji at this moment.

He had lost contact with Koshuk painting for some time, just because he had difficulty communicating in the camp.

……

After finally resolving the midnight child, the woman came to the site of the tunnel collapse, which took a lot of time to reconnect the tunnel.

The tunnel is not too deep, holding the square of the spare flashlight, quickly probes to the end.

Then, in the tunnel, a male body was found falling in the blood. The male body was still very young and had a tender and green face of a high school student.

There is also a Dan furnace in the tunnel, but it is slightly smaller than the Dan furnace in the Pharmaceutical King's Palace outside, only about one person tall.

The boy died by the furnace, a man who had been dead for some time, with teeth stamped on the surface of his body and almost half of the body left.

Square sighs softly.

Unexpected, someone died on the first day.

What he feared most eventually happened.

Even more unexpected, the only person in his eyes who seemed to be a normal person, kindly persuaded him to leave Fuji, unlike the others, was driven mad by the time here, even more thoroughly than the others.

Even more ironically, during the day, Chancellor Feng also kept him vigilant and alert to the people here.

Although Fang Zheng did not know the identity of the dead on the ground, he intends to bury him well. If everyone dies, let him go to the earth for peace.

The idea of taking the body out of the city and allowing the State to take the boy back to the other parent was finally abandoned.

Now he's in a ghost all over town.

Everyone can't help themselves.

Boom!

Suddenly, a noise interrupted Fang's right mind.

The frontal color revealed a slightly different sound, which sounded very similar to the one he had previously heard in the palace of the Pharmacy King.

He quickly found the source of the sound, which was actually in the furnace, and when he opened the furnace, he found that there was only one woman's arm in the furnace.

Women's arms are covered with dirt like wood ash, grass ash, carbon ash, and they look dirty.

Looks like the woman's arm has been trapped for quite a few days, without the intense struggle imagined, just occasionally bouncing, it seems that the fingertips are writing something in the furnace with fingers, no wonder only occasionally heard some noise.

Fang was looking for the colour of surprise: “Chang Feng, don't you always think about refining this woman's arm into a full pill? ”

“Is this the true alchemy furnace of Taoist Feng? ”

Because Fang square finger rubbed, found a lot of coke black and grass ash in the furnace. Looks like Chancellor Feng spent a lot of time on the woman's arm.

With this in mind, Fang somehow came up with a strange thought: “The woman who seeks a son in the middle of the night, why does she look so hungry? Is it possible that her real purpose is to sense that there are 'wild ginseng’ here? I just bumped into the muzzle by accident? ”

That guess is not impossible.

However, the woman he killed, and the chancellor Feng also killed, which was doomed to be a fruitless result, Fang Zhengzheng no longer wanted to worry himself.

What he needs to think about now is, what's next?

But obviously, this time we found a living woman's arm, and it inspired a little bit.

If Chancellor Feng has really been around for more than 200 years, can't he have no savings?

When you build this view of Lingshan Road, cut a tree, carry a stone, you will eventually find some treasure in the blessing, right? Such as herbivores, special ores, which are important for practitioners.

With that in mind, Fang immediately glanced at each other.

……

The next day.

In the morning.

The heavens and the earth have just been polished, and the labor harvest of the night is neatly set aside right in front of you. He dug three feet off the ground and dug up Feng Daochang's lifetime collection.

First of all, a pile of rotten, dark, or already withered herbs, unfortunately... because ghosts can't be used, can't be practiced, and they all end up squandering in vain.

Best preserved or just a few ore.

These ore are irregular shapes.

And a few dead branches.

A few leaves.

Two small pieces of sticky, crystal-clear spider silk. It must be spider silk. Think about it. Two small groups of spider silk together, less than one or two.

And... the last nut?

Fang Zhengzheng really suspects that Taoist Feng is not a squirrel, right?

If it weren't for squirrels nesting, would people collect branches? Leaves, spider silk? Nuts, roadside stones?

These things, they all know him.

But he doesn't know them.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't know each other, he can run back to the camp and ask, but one thing is for sure, he doesn't need these spiritual treasures.

After looking at the sky, Fang decided to leave the city early, but before leaving, Fang happily removed several beds and pulled several sheets.

He snuck out of the view of the way, and after seeing the people on the road during the day, they were all restored to goodness, calm and peace, he closed the door of the view of the way, with a bang and sticking a piece of paper.

Private heavy, with bad dogs inside.

Something's up for you today. Close the door.

Then, under the frequent side of the street passers-by, carrying a large bag of small bags, with bamboo as a flat burden, fart back out of the city.

……

Shortly afterwards, in the open area of the Fortune Security Zone, there was a night tour in charge of patrolling, noticed that he was carrying a large bag of small bags, his eyes lit up, and he rushed back to the right direction.

Just as the night trip made him curious, he was knocking and punching, and the beds he had teared apart were quickly erected in the open space.

Fang Zheng hangs several apparently lined fabrics on the wooden board, and then writes a few lines of font on it, which is considered a flag.

Night trips make the probe curious to see what's written on the flag bead?

But when I saw it clearly, the eye corner muscles twitched, where is the knife, where is my knife, where is my 40m knife...

What kind of bear is this? So not serious.

Nobody cares about him!

Others blessed the land to practice, beat the treasure, brush the material, but he blessed the land like it was a joke!!