Here Lies The Wicked

Fang did not wait for the head to land, carrying the headless corpse and running.

The body is gone.

There's only one head left, see how you heal.

Fools stay and fight each other hard.

If he hadn't ridden the carelessness of the single-eared old man, erupted back and, at the last minute, used the secret technique of the ghost knife itself, could he have cut off the single-eared old man's head, perhaps an unknown number?

He had this ghost knife, and when it was fortified three times, an odd number appeared.

That was the end of the knife handle, and there was an extra ghost that bit the knife handle, and this ghost was an energy reservoir, which was later tested and found that when he used the energy in the ghost, the arm of the gripper would produce a lot of power, and at that moment, it was like the ghost in the ghost knife had given him a divine attachment, and the sky surged about a layer of power.

It's a little bit like the game's assault skills.

Damage output increased.

Even if it's just one layer of strength, and there's only one shot, it's often that slight difference that determines the ultimate victory.

He had not previously encountered unbeatable and powerful enemies, so he rarely resorted to them, and today he did not hesitate to use the power of a ghost knife. The next time he wants to use the power of the ghost knife, he has to let the ghost knife suck away 109 ghosts, or just one step in time to suck away a century-old ghost and recharge the energy of the ghost.

One hundred and nine, exactly this ghost knife was in the hands of the executioner, and one hundred and nine poor and vicious death row inmates were slashed.

……

And just as Fang was fleeing to take the body, his headless body on his shoulder began to drift like a leaky skin ball, his muscles quickly dried off, and the congestive skin on his body surface had faded away, turning back into dry old bark crude skin.

But at this moment, there is no time to stop and delay, and the journey continues.

Because Fang is making a series of moves out of the ruins... bang! Boom!

Behind him, a huge pit was thrown out, and the sky was smashing one dry body after another, hunting him down.

Fang Zheng went all the way to the dusty face, some wolf. He felt like this could not go on, sooner or later he was going to be smashed to death.

We must find a way out of this as soon as possible.

Fang looked at the headless corpse that was still struggling on his shoulder, and his hands began to crunch up and down on the headless corpse.

But nothing useful was found.

Square switched the headless corpse on the shoulder from the right shoulder to the left shoulder. This time, it was much easier. Continue to ask up and down.

This time he really pulled out a tough bong, and a little bit of sticky liquid.

“Hmm?”

When he touched the thick liquid with his fingertips, he felt a burning sensation.

Lifting his fingertips, the cicada film on his fingertips has been corroded by a small gap.

She immediately changed her face.

Turns out, that sticky liquid, it's a jade box on the inside of the clothes.

It must be extremely valuable to be kept so precious and close together by an elderly man with a single ear.

But at this moment, this jade box is not known whether it was smashed by the previous continuous rain of corpses, or the relationship was broken by a ghost knife in the battle with him. At this moment, the jade box has rotted. The jade box is not sealed with any spiritual fruit medicine, celestial treasure, but is a small piece of flesh only the size of the nail cover.

The jade box seemed to have been used to seal it. At this moment, the seal was broken. The flesh in the jade box actually bled out. It was all black blood that emerged. Just before that, the cicada film was accidentally burned through.

These black blood are very poisonous.

It's so toxic that even his harder cicada film can't handle the toxicity.

And this, just from some mysterious presence, a small piece of flesh of toxicity.

But then again, Fang noticed that the surface of the jade box sealed with this flesh was engraved, like the one used to seal the size of the nail flesh in the jade box. But that's not the point, the point is, this text, it's actually from Dong Yingguo!

The seal spell is written in Dongxian.

“Dong Yin's text? ”

His gaze was cold.

But at this moment, there is no time for the party to stop and delay, let him carefully measure the flesh in the jade box. Until nightfall, the party continues to take the corpse and flee. A cluster of golden flames is raised on the palm of his hand. That is the sun to pure fire cultivated in his body. In a moment, the palm of the hand is golden, and the flesh of the barbecue continues.

I saw a drop of grease dripping down.

But the flesh is like a dead thing, completely unconscious... SPECIAL SOUL QI +1!

Surprise.

I can't believe this flesh is so extraordinary, it's just a piece of flesh, it can withstand centuries of ghost harvest.

“I mean, is this tiny piece of nail-sized flesh the equivalent of a century-old ghost?” Fang Zheng's head is slightly heavy.

Since then, Fang has not found anything special on the corpse without a head.

Pfft!

Pfft!

Square eyebrows did not wrinkle, directly removed the body on the shoulder, divided the body all the way, threw the body all the way, and threw it everywhere in chaos, with the intention of dragging the old man with it.

But threats from the sky remain.

Having to, Fang is coming up with a fragrance of fortune, biting his teeth, strengthens it twice in a row, consuming a total of three ordinary symbols.

The intensive consumption over time is incremental.

Fang intends to take advantage of the scent of luck and improve his own luck, only to avoid being hit by dry corpses with increasing intensity in the sky.

“If you're such a jerk, can I escape a heist this time? I'm counting on Brother Xiang. ”

Cough, cough... Fang Zheng withstood the irritating smoke smell of choking his nose and said to Lucky Smack to his ass.

From the past several times, this lucky scent also seems to have a temper, can't hear bad words, so Fang is picking up good words and kissing his ass on a scent.

Boom!

There was an explosion, a huge rock splashed up, the voices came from behind, and the dry bodies fell down again!

Fang looked back and found that the dry body seemed a little missed. It was a long way from him... No!

That place... is clearly where he dumped one of his bodies.

Whoops!

Boom!

At this point, another dry body was struck biased, biased and impartial, which happened to hit another dump.

“It worked so fast? ”

Twice in a row, the direction is skewed, and you can't see exactly where it is that the scent of fortune is working.

Boom! Boom!

Dry bodies in the sky continued to be thrown at other dumping sites, and the bodies of the single-eared elderly were lying gunned down and flogged over and over again.

When the incense burns out, no more dry bodies fall in the right direction.

All made the Old One-Eared a backpacker.

But Fang is not lucky enough. The fragrance of fortune has just burned out. Raise money!

A different one, this time walking upright those dry corpses suddenly appeared in the gaze of Fang Zheng...