Here Lies The Wicked

The river spectrum sheep don't know how to walk the shadows, but it has a wide network. Soon, the river spectrum sheep asked people to find out.

“Shepherd, you should be well aware of the principle of the shadow, because there are soul lights that guide the dead into the spiritual world of the dead, right?” The river spectrum sheep looked at Fang Zheng and said.

“If, today, the city is built on the ruins, ruins, or mass graves of the ancient city of the past, in short, it buries a lot of bodies, and then there is something, and after death there is still an obsession, but it is usually pressed by millions of people in a city, and there is no way to come out to make trouble... but one day, for some special reason, the soul lights not only sensed the obsession of the deceased Zhang Yongmao, but also sensed the underground... some ancient things after death resentment thoughts, let the sheep dolls go. Guess what happens next? ”

Fang Zheng did not move.

Just look at the river sheep.

His immobile face looked calmly at the river sheep.

Fang Zheng had already touched the temper of the river spectrum sheep. This silly sheep gave it a slightly better look. It would definitely lift up the sheep's hooves and slip his nose on the face, so Fang looked at the river spectrum sheep quietly.

Sure enough, the river spectrum sheep couldn't hold their tongue first, some bored to continue to talk down, but also forgot to lose a few words to find face for themselves.

“Just let the sheep doll go, you're a human drama, do the work on the side of the cake jumping brains, let the sheep doll go, you'll never guess the answer, nagging, nagging, let my old sheep finish the good thing, let the sheep doll go, you can explain. ”

Next, according to Sichuan Spectrum Sheep, there should be some old things beneath the basement of the city, and after death there will be obsession, and it will remain undisturbed.

The simple understanding is that there are weak electromagnetic waves underground, because there is little underground interference, it can maintain a certain level of stability and never disappear.

The vast majority of these obsessions are buried deep, and it is difficult to dig up traces of human activity, usually in a state of sleep, or in a state of unconscious drift, unless special means are used to find these buried deep and deep obsessions.

However, there is one point that requires special attention.

A persistent obsession without extinction is generally not a simple obsession. Eighty-nine out of ten have a big deal.

So, some people, they focus exclusively on these deep underground obsessions, and by awakening them, they achieve their purpose.

For example, by being obsessed and seeing their lifetime memories, you look for some benefits that are useful to you.

An enduring obsession must be a very important and precious memory in order to be preserved. Everyone has their own unknown secrets in their hearts. These secrets will be brought into the coffin until death, and they will not be told to the world... It is conceivable that this part of memory is a treasure of memory for some who have no intention!!

“Shepherd, the dungeon you see in the shadow, should be an ancient obsession beneath the city, accidentally exploded by the soul light in your hand, so there was the scene you saw in the dungeon... because in that time, Shepherd, you walked into another, more ancient memory of the dead.” The river spectrum sheep said.

And went on to say, "As for why, on one side, the KEXT courtroom, on the other hand, the cell, maybe during that time, put the lamp in your hand, accidentally detonated two or more obsessions, causing memory disturbances in the deceased. ”

“Or maybe that obsession underground, because it took too long to swallow, entangle, or for some other reason, with the obsession of the other deceased, which led to the sheep shepherd you see in the memory of a deceased while at the same time seeing several confusion scenarios. ”

“Commonly speaking, multiple personality memories triggered by an acquired stimulus? Acquired psychosis?” After thinking about it, he said.

The sheep of the river spectrum did not refute, but admitted Fang Zheng's claim.

“Now, there are two possibilities as to why you went on the wrong set while walking in the shadows. ”

“One is that the soul lights proactively explode an ancient existence beneath the ground, the obsession of the undispersed deceased, but this probability is too small, the probability is basically zero, millions of people over the head luck suppressed, people step on top of their heads every day, whatever, have to get down. ”

“The second biggest possibility is that someone is secretly messing with you...”

Does that mean that someone is going to do something in the city?

Fang understood the meaning of the river spectrum sheep.

……

“Let's go! We've been exposed! ”

Dark, damp abandoned worksite basement, it's a woman's voice with a thick voice like a man's.

Later, in the basement of this abandoned site, the silence returned.

Time passes by every second.

“Ah, damn, you sneak up on me!!” An old voice burst into flames with outrage.

“Death is better than death... Now that we've been exposed, we can't escape together, surely no one can escape, so why not leave one person responsible for procrastination, you, to die.” The voice of a woman with a thick man's voice sounds cold and heartless in the dark.

Right here!

Suddenly, there was a crisp footsteps of children running in the dark, claustrophobic, shady cellars.

And then you hear the giggling little girl laugh.

In the dark, only an 11-year-old girl, beautiful as a little fairy, ice-clear and clean, walked into the basement of an abandoned worksite, one step at a time, naked with a pair of white feet like jade.

That little girl, that's the ghost mother.

The ghost mother walked into the humid basement where the water beads tickled and dropped, instead of looking at the sarcophagus in front of her, she looked around the entire basement.

Also at this time, from all sides of the basement, there was a little girl running towards the ghost mother body. The little girls were all around the age of eleven or twelve and looked exactly the same, but some of them had cold personalities, some of them were sad, joyful, crying, timid, kind, isolated...

A large number of identical little girls, like the tide, gathered from all sides, all eventually poured into the ghost mother herself.

When the last little girl to spy on her personality, from the dark side, snuck into the body of the little girl, the little girl looked up indifferently and looked over the basement head.

On the cemented ceiling of the basement, there is a newly excavated pit of dark shadows, the ground beneath the pit, and plenty of gravel.

When the cool little girl walks barefoot, beneath the cave, looking up...

“Die! ”

There was a violent smell in the cave, and suddenly it rose and hit the cold little girl underneath.

The cold little girl couldn't hide, she just lifted a white finger like a jade.

Seems slow, but not really slow.

Then, from inside her, a little girl, crying, laughing, sadness, anger and other personalities, they also kept their fingers lifted, a figure stacked with a figure, like a layer of force stacked, fingers pointing at the target in the air...