Here Lies The Wicked

Boom!

A black figure flew out at a faster rate than the impulse, heavily smashing a large reinforced concrete load-bearing column, which barely stopped the figure.

It was dark, in a closed basement, and suddenly the dust was flying.

In the dark dust, a fast-paced figure, like a snake hiding in the dark, brutally wounded and attacked a cold girl.

“Ouch! Ouch! Look... my beautiful, perfect little hand broke a piece of skin... flesh, red, red flesh, all flipped out..."

A little girl with a painful personality, sometime silent, appeared in front of the dark shadow in the dust, and the sound of her speech was disturbing and loving.

Between the words, the painful little personality girl, spreading a little palm of snow and white, the palm of the little palm torn flesh and blood was flowing.

Boom!

Big pieces of rubble exploded in place and the dark shadows in the flying dust directly split the painful personality girl into pieces.

Yet!

Little girls who were split into pieces, instantly transformed into countless little girls, among whom there are cowardly, sad, isolated personalities… countless little girls surrounded by black shadows, a precise little face exactly the same, but different personalities, they, all spread their palms, toward the black shadow.

“Ouch! Ouch! Look... my beautiful, perfect little hand broke a piece of skin... flesh, red, red flesh, all flipped out..."

Numerous little girls, speaking in unison, spread their palms neatly.

This is a weird scene with numb scalp.

And just as countless little girls spoke in unison, countless little palms, there was blood rising, forming sharp blood spirals, pounding!

Strangle to the center of the shadow.

“Flesh for mud! Alternatives! ”

……

Ha, ha...

Heavy gasp, a strange figure with only the left half of her body, standing in a dusty basement with one leg, a horrible, unscrupulous eye and a frightened look at a cool girl.

“I have no quarrel with you. Are you sure you want to kill me today? ”

This is an old, weak voice, this half-human, not a man, but a clay man.

“Si Yi Yi Yi Hui... turns out to be a little mouse of the old town's Tao family, stealing a light oil core under the eyes of Buddha. ”

By this time, countless little girls in the basement had disappeared, leaving little girls standing in this dark, damp basement.

But it was not a cold little girl who spoke, but a little girl who did not know when to hide behind a pillar of support behind a half-territorian.

“The city of the past, the demise of the extinction, the separation of the separation, the former deceased, there are only four left, Li Yihui, I read that your Tao family can live from the least existential city of the time, and it is not easy to survive... Suicide yourself, I can never blame the Tao family.” This time it was not a little girl spying on her personality, but a little girl with an impatient personality who stepped out of the shadow of a little girl in the cold.

This impatient little girl, turning around in the same place, is impatient, like she can't control herself at any time, smashing everything around her.

At the same time, his gaze was grumpy and he looked ill at half the body of the clay not far away.

The darkness, the dust, in this basement, does not seem to stop the view of these ghosts from being disturbed at all.

“Crazy! Don't be ashamed! ”

“Isn't it true that a man, for the sake of a man, came directly after this, who is this little girl of yours, and you, today, really need to kill him? If I can get out today, I'll have to kill that man myself in front of you! ”

“Trying to kill me? Go to hell! The flesh is mud, the tail is mud! ”

Half-bodied clay man, his right arm turned into a pointy earth gun, stabbed with one hand into a cemented basement.

Boom!

Boom!

The hard ground of the cement building, rapidly torn apart, shattered, then a coarse mud man without five officials, broke out of the ground, dozens, hundreds, piled up to kill a cold little girl.

“The practice of the Tao family of the city is called flesh as mud, divided into two more mud, two more soil, three more flesh... You have only cultivated two more soil, there is still a gap between flesh and blood as mud, two more soil, it is only night trips that make the realm, you Tao family out of the mouse, too weak. ”

“The cat and mouse game is over. ”

This time, he was talking to a little girl with a low head, an autistic personality, talking to herself.

Boom!!!

A big, deafening explosion sank the basement and the entire building collapsed like an avalanche without support.

Flesh for mud!

Paint sand and mud!

“You can't kill me, as long as I have a part of my body to escape, I can reshape the body of Mud Bodhisattva... No! No, don't eat me! Ah!!"

A utterly desperate, frightened scream, screaming, only in a collapsed building, countless or happy, or sad, or joyful, or kind, or lively, or isolated, or timid… a little girl who looks exactly like her, digs a mud ball out of the earth, swallows a sweet candy and eats it all into her stomach.

……

Boom!!

Municipality.

Old street.

Fangzheng, Sichuan Spectrum Sheep, Captain Fei and others, all raised their heads and looked in the direction of the explosion.

Soon, Captain Phil's internal comm number rang, and Captain Phil took out his cell phone to answer it, and the more he listened, the more intense it was, the more it was in his mouth.

“Tip, what's the situation? Is it related to the explosion you just heard?” I was curious about the sheep's face and I was itchy and couldn't wait to ask Captain Fei, who had just hung up the phone.

Captain Ferguson just nodded and reacted. Tip?

What the hell is Tip?

Can I get my consent before I take the nickname next time?

“You can call me Captain Phil, just like Brother Fang.” Captain Phil is seriously correcting the situation.

Chuan Qiao Sheep nodded: “Okay, Tip, tell me what happened to the explosion, I'm dying of old sheep! ”

Captain Fei's face is dark: “…”

Other team members: "…”

Don't laugh.

I definitely can't laugh.

Be careful the captain will give us the shoes.

I can't stop laughing! Tip… where did Fang find such a strange sheep, the first time he heard someone face to face so dark their captain.

Captain Fei, full of MMP, had the heart to throw up the river spectrum sheep, but he thought that the gutter wind was not suitable for the majesty he had always erected in front of the team members, so he had to turn his head and stop looking at the river spectrum sheep.

Don't worry about it.

Captain Fei looked at Fangzheng: “I was just contacted by a colleague who said that an abandoned site exploded at night and even a rotten tail building was affected and collapsed over the old industrial zone. ”