Here Lies The Wicked

Where can you understand these people?

These Southeast Asian languages fall into the square ear, all incomprehensible @ # * & & &...?

“You can't kill us. If you kill us, no one can break the curse for your people! ”

In the face of death threats, these South-East Asians tried to be hard-hearted again, mistakenly treating Western practitioners as righteous companions and trying to threaten the lives of Western practitioners.

But I don't understand.

Even if I understood, I wouldn't take it seriously.

How many western practitioners have died, has he anything to do with it?

“ # * @ … & & & %? ”

“ ~ & & & * # # ”

“ * & & & # @ * @ …… ”

After brief communication with each other, the other is finally confirming the eyes of both sides, and neither of them understands each other.

Negotiation failed!

Fang stopped hoping to find out what information, and went straight back to the Western practitioners and said: “These Southeast Asians have packed it for you. Who among you is awake with mental abilities, and may be able to question a lot of useful information for you. ”

Rumor has it that Western practitioners are somewhat half-hearted and half-hearted. When repeatedly confirmed, it was finally confirmed that the southeastern Asians were true. It was indeed handed over to them, and then a friction fist rubbed their hands and their faces, staring viciously at the group of Southeast Asians who shivered together.

Psychiatric abilities!

That's what they're saying. It doesn't matter if the language doesn't work. People with mental abilities can search people's memories directly.

It's just this compulsory memory search, and the next scene is usually terrible, and people who are searched for their memories, they're not crazy, they're idiots.

And those Southeast Asian people looked at the tiger bear waist, strong as cows, Mo fisting towards their tall westerners, as if they also understood the tragic fate they were about to face, and made a struggling noise in their mouths.

But these people, Southeast Asian monkeys, faced with strong Westerners, all struggle in vain.

Seeing these people was quickly divided by the various organizations and dragged into the dark alley...

Thirty seconds later, western practitioners walked out of the alley, and some had undried blood on their hands, wiping their hands with broken strips of cloth that had been torn from nowhere.

None of the South-East Asians came out and their fate was known.

However, these western practitioners do not have a beautiful, gloomy, gloomy look on their faces.

It was only then that it was realized that these Southeast Asians had already been prefixed with a mental imprint trap in their brains by mental ability masters before they could carry out their mission.

It's like a "fuse measure."

If a person encountering mental abilities wants to forcibly search for memory, the "fuse” breaks, causing a mental branding explosion, directly blowing people up into meat and preventing tissue intelligence from being leaked.

Like the scene in front of you.

At this moment, these western practitioners can only put their eyes on the right side, their companions are cursed, their foreheads are lowered by the master, a ghost eye, there is always a threat to life.

In fact, while these Western practitioners were interrogating Southeast Asians, they were not idle.

He's looking at a kind of spell.

It's also strange, when Fang is looking at the ghost eye, the white and white ghost eye, is also looking back at the right direction.

It's like saying:

What are you looking at?

You want to take another look?

That's how the witch was stared to death.

Previously, people used to say that if the eyes could kill, you would have been killed 10,000 times, and now, in the context of rejuvenation, the eyes kill for real.

Fang Zheng, no fear of ghost eyes.

I saw you. Why are you so upset? Have you ever seen a puffy slap? Look at me again and I'll slap you to death!

It was at this time that the Western practitioners stepped out of the pitch-black alley and headed this way.

When I learned that the search memories were fruitless, I asked these people, “Do you say this is like a ghost's eye that was dug out in my life, like a woman's eye? ”

“Long eyelashes...”

“The corner of the eye also has a fishtail...”

The western practitioners were disgraced.

We watched you for so long, we thought you'd finally found a curse, so you analyzed the eyes of a woman from the age of 30 or 40?

At this point, just after Fang said it, he still curiously stretched out a forefinger, poked a ghost eye, intending to see if the ghost eye was perceptible.

I don't know, at this time, the ghost eyes quickly congested, a bloody filament appeared in the white, and began to become resentful and vicious, as if with the most poisonous curse.

But...

Pfft!!

Ghost eyes are being poked, a lot of septic blood splashed. At the same time, a bug with ghost eye patches on its back, also a human centipede, fell out of the poked ghost eyes, fell to the ground, has died and is rigid.

This ghost eye was a bug drop in one of the Southeast Asian head drops.

At the same time, a common soul floats.

Of course, the ghost eye was not poked by Fang Zheng, but attempted to curse Fang Zheng, killing Fang Zheng like the witch before the curse... and then cursed back, directly by the ghost bride.

At this point, the ghost-eyed practitioner's forehead began to bleed more and more, and a lot of septic blood came out of the exploding ghost-eyed, with the stench of rotten flesh.

A knowledgeable practitioner came to an end, knifed down a large piece of rotten meat. At this moment, the practitioner's physical qualities showed remarkable appearance, without bandaging, for less than a few minutes. The bleeding wound stopped bleeding.

However, with such a large piece of meat missing from the forehead, even if the wound healed, an ugly scar is expected in the future.

Other Ghost Eye Curse practitioners saw hope of healing, and they could no longer remain calm.

“Mud, mud... mud and the bride behind the mud, should all come from ancient... ancient Eastern civilization, right? Mud, don't get me wrong, a hundred years ago, my grandmother was half Oriental... so I also have a fifth Oriental origin, half Oriental. My name is... Dagen Li, my own people don't kill their own people, mud... and I... are Orientals.” There is a Western practitioner who has been planted with ghost-eyed eyes, in order to survive, who is beginning to engage in distant kinship, because Mandarin is not familiar, and he speaks kowtow, and he is listening to a black line.

But this does not prevent the envy of others, why their ancestors were not of Oriental origin!

As for face? What is that, some kind of spaghetti? Can you eat it? Can you fill your stomach and live?

There's nothing more important than life!

When Fang Zheng's face was black and he heard the name Li Dagan, Fang suddenly thought of an infarct.

Old Chinese names like to pick up Li Dagen, Wang Jian, Zhang Fugui, Chen Shi... because of the high penetration rate in rural areas. It's like taking an English name from a country, and always preferring to take a rural name.