Here Lies The Wicked

Full moon over head, moonlight.

Awesome night under.

When he saw a man, he rushed out of the house, covered his stomach and rushed towards the pit, unwrapping his clothes and squatting down.

Looks like he ate a bad stomach.

It's a mud pit, it's actually a dry toilet, dig a mud pit on the ground, put two wooden boards for people to squat on, then use a few wood and cloth curtains around the dry toilet, randomly set up a small and small space, can only be used as a simple cover, so the cold wind at night can pour in directly.

The dry-toilet space is so small that the only light source is covered by the overhead shed that it is so dark in the dry-toilet.

Everything around us is a dark clump, which creates a typically narrow closed space, difficult to turn around, suspicious ghost, from time to time look up at the top of your head, turn around and look behind you, always feeling that there is one person behind you.

This adds a touch of darkness and shadow to the otherwise cold nights.

The man's face, however, was calm.

Doesn't seem to be afraid of the dark.

Because he's been dead for centuries.

He's not alive.

He's just recreating his past death.

So in his eyes, the day is the night, the night is the day... and now this point, for him, is as safe as the day.

However, squatting during the day also makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

After a long time, it was not known if it was due to too long squatting, cerebral ischemia and hypoxia, hallucinations appeared, and men seemed to hear footsteps.

There was some hesitation in the eyes of the man, and he shouted several times outside, perhaps shouting his name, to make sure there was no one there? Who are you?

No one answered.

Because the cloth curtain is a little thick, the people inside can't see the outside through the cloth curtain, and when you look outside through the cloth curtain, it's just dark.

Just a few words in the man's mouth, hesitating to lift the cloth curtain in front of him, to confirm whether it was his own fantasy, at this time, the footsteps were still approaching, this time the man finally heard clearly, there were indeed footsteps around!

Footsteps are still approaching.

A pair of women's shoes then stand on the tip of their shoes outside the dry toilet cloth curtain door, because the cloth curtain has a slap height off the floor, so a man can see a pair of shoe tips standing outside the cloth curtain with a low head.

The reason it's a woman's shoe is because a woman's soles need to be smaller.

Smaller than a man's feet.

The man's subconscious breath was held, and some seemed afraid that someone outside the curtain would suddenly lift the curtain… but not long later, the tip of the shoe standing outside the curtain began to walk away and go away.

Raise your ears, hear the footsteps go away, the man exhales, is about to get up in a panic, intend to leave the dry toilet, but at this point, the footsteps are approaching again, or the toe of the shoes, again standing outside the cloth curtain.

Men subconsciously hold their breath again.

Soon after, the woman's toe outside the curtain went away again.

Whoo!

Whoo!

Outside the shanty shed, leaking into the cold wind, his ass was cold, his legs were numb, but the man did not dare to relax this time, his legs were numb and squatted for a while, he did not hear footsteps again, he only moved very lightly and stood up very carefully.

Squeaks...

But just as he stood up, two planks under his feet on the pit rang slightly as gravity changed.

A brush on the man's face scared him white.

Because the sound of disappearing footsteps actually reappeared.

The toe of those women's shoes, standing outside the curtains again! It's like someone's hiding from him outside the curtain!

The man was nervous and scared because this time, unlike previous times, the woman's shoe tip stood outside the cloth curtain for a long time.

At this point, the man turned to look behind the black paint, seemingly a simple shed in a narrow closed space, eroding his inner fear a little bit, making him start to get suspicious and feel like someone was behind him.

Time passed, men stood on their legs acidified and tender, he held his breath all the time, but the cloth curtain was dark, and in the night, he could not see the outside.

Only a cold gust poured in.

The man bit his teeth, as if he had finally made a decision, and his body began to lean forward slowly, close to the cloth curtain, through a small hole in the cloth curtain, to see who was standing outside?

Lean forward a little bit.

Snuggle close to the curtains.

Finally, he saw the outside, but his face was stunned.

There's no one outside the dry toilet!

Wow!

The man lifted the cloth curtain, and outside, indeed, there was no one, only a pair of women's shoes, kept neatly outside the dry-toilet door curtain.

Just as the man was stunned, he looked up at the top of the dry toilet, and the next second, despair climbed to his face...

“I got you!” A big drink from a man.

Boom!!

Dry toilet simple shed, shadowed by a hot knife, instantly split into pieces, a man, handheld knife, heavy footsteps, knock, knock, knock, knock, slaughter into the field of view, is square!

This knife is empty.

But without saying anything, the silver knife in his hand, facing the air behind him, is the unreserved swirling chopping of his strength.

The knife is silver because of the speed and sharp tearing of the air.

Boom!

A clay stone exploded, and a courtyard wall was cut off by a long knife directly in the square hand.

A white shadow flashed quickly.

This knife is still not cut.

Boom!

Kick over the courtyard wall with a pair of snow and silver knives, and chase them outside.

Dark and dark at night.

He's been chasing into a villager's house.

Boom!

It was like a monster ramming straight through, kicking through a thick solid wood door, painted black room, with a dark dark, nothing in the room.

His gaze sinks.

I don't think so. Slash it into a wall of dirt. Boom!

The earth walls are fragile like tofu, under sharp blades, torn to pieces, shreds!

A golden iron symphony.

The blade encountered tremendous resistance in the wall, a wooden frame mirror, an ancient wooden frame copper mirror, somehow embedded in the earth wall, at this moment, due to the correct knife, finally exposed.

“So it's you, you fucking mirror, faking ghosts in the village! I should have known it would be you! ”

Fang glanced at him and immediately recognized the origin of this wooden frame bronze mirror, the cursed mirror that appeared in the ghost temple.

“Think you can still stop me? ”

“Break it up!! Break!!"

Fang Zheng took a strong breath, the bluish root of his hand burst, muscle tightness, swelling, the craziest ultimate knife, again severely chopped out.

Cut into bronze mirrors embedded in walls.

Strong momentum.

Boom!

A loud noise, like a flat blast of lightning, deafening, even the ground trembled.

……

The noise over here immediately caught everyone's attention, and so on, a figure of man began to jump to the roof, and a film was enough for a moment.

Everybody's searching everywhere. Where's all this noise coming from? What's going on?

In the next second, the group pumps the cooler air.

“Shit! How did this thing show up here!! ”