Here Lies The Wicked

An old man with a weird blush on his face.

He hit the bronze gong with a strange smile on his face and walked from the dungeon.

The old hunchback walked through a compartment, a cell, and he was checking!

Check every compartment and cell!

Unfortunately, each time is empty-handed.

But the smile on the old man's face on the hunchback, it still hasn't diminished, it hasn't even changed a bit, always kept the same smile.

It's like a zombie smile, stiffened, unchanged.

Watching the old man on his hunchback not let go of every compartment and cell, he had a bad feeling.

And the weird poem of the old hunchback still echoes over and over again in the dungeon.

“The Immortal Buddha is in vain. He only knows that the night does not ring...”

“The dust returns to dust, the dust returns to dust, the life and death leads to life and glory, but a loess soil, a green ash...”

“It's useless to be a scholar...”

Just listening to the poem gives you a bad feeling.

Besides, we still don't know what's going on in the environment he's in!

Finally!

The old man with the hunchback approached.

The old man on the hunchback first looked at the lunatic bookkeeper in the examination room directly opposite him. The laughter of disaster and happiness on his face never stopped.

Looks like they're expecting all the students on the test floor to die.

And then he can take away the souls of all the scholars.

Despite the cloudy stench in this dungeon, man took a deep breath, began to think about the monkey view, people returned to their ancestors, turned into an abominable, fierce monkey, just wait for the old man on the hunchback to turn around and discover him, the two men erupted into a vicious war.

The old man with the hunchback cursed the mad scholar and tried to curse the mad scholar to death.

After cursing for a long time, it seemed that he had not yet cursed the mad scholar, and finally, the old man on his hunchback turned around and looked in the direction of the cell in which he was located.

When he saw Fang Zheng's cell, Fang Zheng clearly saw that the two pupils of the old man on the hunchback were bright and bright, his eyes raised with joy and evil smell.

Ta-da!

The cell iron door was opened by the camelback old man, who walked into the cell and took a wooden ruler from his back.

The wooden ruler is not an ordinary wooden ruler, but a dense numbness with five lines, feng shui, a wooden ruler that is a professional term for public opinion.

“The world's coffin is seven feet three, today, June 6, only six feet six... more than six feet six inches, can eat, can eat... no more, the hunger, hunger, hunger...”

Ba bah, bah.

The old man with the hunchback said, the corner of his mouth actually drooling long saliva, in his mouth barking and mumbling, like a starving ghost.

Fang Zheng also finally recognised what the wooden ruler was in the hands of the old man on the hunchback, it was a Lu Ban ruler!

At this time, Fang also found the old man with the hunchback, not looking at him, passing through his body, looking at a corner of the cell behind him.

Fang was vigilant, alert, carefully turned his side and looked at the corner of the cell behind him.

Originally he was the only one in the cell, but sometime, one more face down and the dead person fell on the floor.

The person may have been dead for a long time, and the bodies rot and stink, but because the air in the dungeon itself stinks, it leads Fang to not notice.

There was more than one dead man in the cell, not even on the stone wall, not knowing when, an extra line of blood.

The blood words such as dragon swimming, silver hook iron painting, the font condensed, can be seen at a glance, the owner of this word must have been a man of great integrity before he was born.

However, one detail has just been noted.

The dead in the cell, without long braids, and the braids across the street, obviously from two eras, even the pattern on the clothes, the style, is different from that of the schoolboy, the style is very ancient.

The dynasty in which the braided schoolteacher is located is the last feudal dynasty. If the clothing pattern is older than that of the braided schoolteacher, isn't it saying... that the people who died in this cell were still before the last feudal dynasty?

Fang thought about it for a moment and had some brain pain.

What the hell is going on here?

Two years old, how did they end up in a cell together? Especially if it's a prison, but it's a science court?

I think the blood on the wall might be the key.

But just as square attention, slightly moved towards the blood on the wall, so slightly loose the gap, a chilly cold, suddenly hit the mind, the cold hair stood up!

It's a sign of biological instinct for imminent danger!

Fang thought about it and didn't want to. He slipped under his feet, and as he retreated, he slammed a punch in front of him. He made a decisive move, without dragging mud with water, a whole set of moves, and made a consistent effort... The old man with the back of the Hula dripping down his mouth, starving with two eyes of green oil jumped at him.

Luben Rue was shooting at him.

“Today, June 6, only six feet and six... over six feet and six inches can be eaten, can be eaten... no more, the hunger, hunger, hunger...”

I'm starving you paralyzed!!

The monkey's fierce god, a fist cannon burst out.

But at the moment of the trigger, snap!

The long, quiet dungeon corridor suddenly sounded a footstep. The old man on the hunchback felt something threatening. He was like a man on his back, his body did not retreat, and people backfired.

Just outside the door of the cell, sneaking away from a little girl, revealing only half her cute head, the dark black eyeballs, peeking at the hunchback old man in the cell.

The little girl was not too old, about twelve years old.

White, clean, innocent little face.

Only those dark, dark eyes, cold ice, don't look like a normal kid.

“Do you like playing hide-and-seek? ”

“If you don't talk, you love it! So let's play hide-and-seek! ”

Peeping girls outside the cell, innocent faces, but cold and cold, no emotions to say.

“I'm a ghost, you're a human being... you have to hide it...”

“You have to hide it. I'll catch you on the count of sixty... one, two, sixty! I got you! That's not funny! ”

……

Time passes, not the same as the outside world.

Like Fang Zheng's last trip to the ancient village of Huanghe, in a month, it may be less than half an hour outside.

When the door of the underworld store opened, the river spectrum sheep, Captain Fei and others saw the right way out safely, their faces were all delighted.

Soon, however, several people discovered that there was something wrong with the face of the square.

“Brother Fang, are you okay? But isn't this shady investigation going well?” Captain Ferrari asked with interest.

Kawakawa sheep are also asking Fang, what is it?

So, Fang gave all the details of this trip, including the final dungeon, the schoolboy, the old man with the hunchback.

“What, Shepherd, you mean you saw the Ghost Mother while you were walking? My old sheep knew that Shepherd, you absolutely had an affair with Ghost Mother. You just got back to the city, and Ghost Mother started making small moves on you again!” The sheep of the river spectrum are like cowhides that I know everything about.

At this time, he was full of things, no joke, he asked the river spectrum sheep, what happened to the last dungeon he saw?