Here Lies The Wicked

Sunset moon rises.

The night is dark.

Tinker Bell... The bell that little black wears around his neck makes a particularly crisp noise at night.

The wounds on Blackie's body were good and fast.

Now the swollen cat is alive again, walking in front of the square and clothes, stepping on the cat steps, gazing around, like a cold-blooded queen, patrolling the territory.

Little black wound is in a good condition, Square did not strengthen the soul support bell on the little black neck.

The soul bell is too visible.

He feared exposure, so he didn't fortify the soul bell,

Blackie's wounds were so good, he swelled up so fast, because Mr. Yufu himself did it.

……

Nursery.

Today's Left Thousand Bookstores, surprisingly, closed for the first time.

Instead, it's the next door underwater shop, which has reopened.

Only Mr. Fook was busy in the store.

Butcher Zhang continued to sit at the door eating his halogenated pork head.

Life always needs to go on… With the two days that have passed since the closure of Bliss, everything is slowly getting back on track.

Fang is hearing that with the closure of the Three Imperial wells, there are a large number of masters to support the two places in the province of Ling Ruins Shan Fudi and Dailing Cave Tian.

Fang Zheng has also moved, flying to the thought of wool.

But now these two places, which are the most vigilant, in martial law, he is not part of the system, he does not have a laissez-passer, and he has a greater chance of being shot dead as a foreign spy.

Moreover, the clothes were not well wounded. Clothes were meant to save him, causing instability and almost collapse. If he throws his clothes off at this time, some things can't be said.

Combining several reasons, Fang Zheng continued to stay in the city.

Fang Zheng entered the underworld store with his little hand in clothes. He was going to ask where Zuo Qianjiao went today. How did he know that he had just entered the underworld store? Zhang Butcher said the first sentence was: "The clothes look quite spiritual today. Did you get the scale sent to you by the ghost mother? ”

Fang Zhengyi denied: “Absolutely not. ”

The butcher Zhang took a deep and deep look at Fangzheng, and did not ask too much more about the issue. He simply understated that: “If you do not receive it, this cultural relic belongs to the provincial relic. If it is damaged, it is at least the beginning of a decade. Whether you get it or not, you just have a number in mind. ”

Square: “…”

Fang felt that Zhang Butcher must have learned something. He felt that he could no longer explore this issue in depth. He quickly moved the subject away and asked Zhang Butcher what he talked about on the phone during the day to find a cure for Chlamydia osteoporosis?

Zhang Butcher: “It was the fake bookkeeper in the next room who found a cure for his clothes. He closed the shop today for a day. He left the wooden carving kit of his clothes in Mr. Fu's shop, saying that he wanted them to stay with Mr. Fu for the next few days to practice carving. ”

“He'll be back in a day or two, three or five days late. ”

Rumor has it, Fang is concerned to ask: “Left thousand households have said what solutions are found, why are they leaving for so long, is there any danger? ”

Zhang Butcher shook his head: “After leaving the toolbox, the fake writer left without a word, and all correspondence could not be reached. ”

Hearing Zhang said that, Fang Zheng was worried about the safety of the left thousand households.

The clothes were right next to the square, she heard a little confused. She gently pulled the square sleeve and lifted a line of words on the tablet to the square.

After looking at it, he touched the little head of his underwear and said with a gentle smile: “Don't worry, it will be fine. Be sure to practice the wooden carving of your coat. You will have to be very kind in your life and repay Left Thousand Households. ”

The clothes are still a little understandable, but the focus is still on them.

Master is a good man.

Uncle Fook is a good man.

Uncle Zhang and Grandpa Yan are also good people.

Everybody's a good guy. Clothes are good.

Fang looked at the clothes as serious as the little adult. Haha smiled and praised: “The longer the clothes grow, the more people will be saved. ”

Next, the clothes held her own child's toolbox and began to sit behind the table, carefully carving wood.

Fang looked carefully down at the engraved clothes. He wanted to ask Mr. Fu today if there were any results regarding the investigation of the history of the evil Buddha and the clothes. However, today Left Thousand stores are closed, the clothes are in the underworld store, just thinking about it, I intend to ask in a few days.

If there is any important information, I am sure Mr. Fook will speak to him in advance.

However, Fang Zheng asked Mr. Fu about another matter, which did not deliberately avoid undressing.

“Mr. Fook, do you remember the ghost bride on my back? Why did I succeed in carrying over the spiritual resurrection and the outbreak of the curse, which is still on me? Can't you lift the curse?” This is a lifelong matter of great importance, and since the blessing, Fang has been haunted by trivial things. Until today, there is no time to ask Mr. Fook about the curse.

However, even Mr. Fook had no choice this time.

Unless we find the bones.

That is, which ancient tomb the tomb thief stole from, can once and for all solve the curse.

Just don't find the graveyard.

In the light of the circumstances, the curse will always exist. And if the relics continue to spill, there will be more cursed people.

Without dying, Fang continued to ask: “Last time Mr. Fu said that all those who planted this curse were dead, the only survivors left were those who escaped only by advancing into the realm of nocturnal tourism before their spiritual recovery. ”

“I guess it's just me and this night trip that left two survivors in the world now. How's that guy doing? ”

Soon, Fang regretted why he asked the question.

Because Mr. Fook's answer was very desperate.

“The man died and was sucked to death by an adult, and now you're the only survivor left.” Mr. Fook looked straight in the eye, and the dead man's face never had a look on his face, and he spoke calmly like a narrative.

What?!!

“Dead?”

“Sucked to death by an adult? ”

Fangzhengtong felt a slight numbness in the back of his head like a current.

Mr. Fook is still the dead face with no expression: “We speculate that this time it should be a successful day trip before the recovery of spiritual energy in order to avoid a hijacking. ”

The square mouth is slightly bitter.

It's a day trip!

It's not a night trip!

Of the country's 1.4 billion people, there are only 10 daytime tourists in Cape Phoenix. It can be seen how difficult this advanced day tour really is.

Next, according to Mr. Fook, the curse has escalated, and now even night trips make it impossible to see the curse directly behind Fang unless viewed through a mirror.

Square: “…”

“Mr. Fook, I wonder if you can contact Senior Bai?” There is more than one curse on the square.

On his wrist, he still wraps a blue silk from a day trip.

Fang Zheng has always felt that Mr. Fu and Leek No. 4 must have known each other. Perhaps Mr. Fu could ask for a woman in white for him.

“Why did you suddenly think to look for her?” Mr. Fook does not look in the right direction.