Here Lies The Wicked

“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...”

When I heard the familiar beating more loud and it rang again, my gaze looked strange.

I can't believe that the last time I called for life, my husband had already taken a picture of the ghost mother as a corpse, and now it's back.

But when I think about it, everything in front of me comes only from the obsession after the death of an ancient deceased, not from the existence of substance, and it is quickly released again.

Just under the gaze of Fang Zheng, a strange blush on his face, a weird old man with a hunchback, from far away, is coming from far and close.

Isn't that the old hunchback we met last time?

Fang took a breath.

Coming!

It's about to start!

With a sharp gaze, tight muscles and high nerve vigilance, Fang intends to launch a special death fight at any time!

Just like the last time, the old man on the hunchback passed in a cell, in the courtroom compartment, and then with strange poetry, he cursed the insane writer, saw the insane writer, the old man on the hunchback turned around and looked at the cell opposite the insane writer.

At the moment when the old man turned around, he frowned and wondered if it was his illusion. He felt that the corner of the old man's eyes seemed to glance at him.

“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 a hunchback entered the cell opposite the lunatic's schoolboy, the cell where Fang was trapped for the first time, and began to hear the sound of eating.

About a few minutes later, an old man with a bloody hunchback at the corner of his mouth dragged a corpse of eaten legs upside down and out of the cell, leaving long blood marks on the ground behind him. The old man on the hunchback continued to fight for more, banging the gong, one cell at a time, and the examination room was checked.

There is still a strange poem in my mouth that curses birth and death.

And then one step, one step, slowly approaching this side.

Pfft!

The old man with a hunchback walked to the examination room where the lung schoolboy was, and a thousand layers of sole shoes smashed the maggots and flesh that was still twisting on the ground.

The old man on the hunchback began to curse the lungs of the scholars.

The lung scholar also said it was hard, it was immortal, and the old man turned to his next goal.

Soon, the old man with the hunchback arrived in front of the hangman.

Uh, Fang looked at the hangman with some surprise and silence. His legs still kicked in the air, but he was immortal. Fang counted the next time. This hanging time has been at least a few minutes.

Why do all these scholars look like they're struggling to die without dying?

Fang Zheng somehow thought of the previous language classes. Language teachers would always analyze word for word. The author's intention in writing this sentence and what the subject idea is.

Night, for example, is the last straw that represents the bending of people's hopes.

The dawn, for example, is yet another glimpse of hope on behalf of the people.

For example, at the beginning of the article, tomorrow's season is winter, because the author wants to bake out the numbness, indifference and selfishness of the minds of the people of that era.

Sometimes Fang Zheng thinks that even the author of the article doesn't have much thought of by the language teacher. This forcibly explains that if the author of the article sees it, it must also come from the embarrassing anger in the coffin board... I just wrote a childhood memory, it was really winter, there is no special meaning at all!

At this time, in the face of these students who wanted to die, all of a sudden, he realized the mood of language teachers as a child.

He's speculating at the moment, isn't the presence of these scholars something?

Is it connected to the obsession behind the dungeon? Need to focus? Will you take the exam?

The old man on the hunchback cursed the hangman at the meeting, and the old man on the hunchback began to turn around.

I don't know if it was the old man with the hunchback turning too big, he kept dragging me behind him, the corpse with the flesh and blood on his legs, one arm placed on his chest swayed down, bang!

The arm collided with the door of the cell where Fang Zheng was located, making a collision sound. The arm jammed into the crack of the cell door. The old man on the hunchback dragged the body for a few moments. Finally, the old man on the hunchback turned his body and looked at the cell where Fang Zheng was located with a stiff and ridiculous smile.

Ta-da!

The old man with the hunchback opened the cell door and bent over to retrieve the arm of the body that had been trapped by the iron fence.

Spiritual martial arts!

Monkey Views!

The body appeared in the return imagination, quickly turned into a hateful monkey, gazed indifferently, this time he, turned into a fierce black monkey, without dragging mud and water, took the initiative to attack!

Boom!

A big man flew out faster than he had initially done.

The body smashed hard stone walls in the cell, bang, hard stone walls stacked with stone strips, a dull sound, huge impact sound.

Huge movements, even the straw pile in the cell was hit by huge impact shock waves and lifted out.

The shadow of the man who was smashed was actually taken by a Lu Ban Rue.

“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...”

At this time, the old man on his hunchback finally showed his evil nature. The pair of starving green eyes, like a starving ghost, gave birth, dripping nauseous saliva at the corner of his mouth, staring hard at the right direction.

The wind is sweeping!

The old man on the hunchback had a yin and yang engraved in his hand, and Lu Bambung ruler of feng shui struck the square again, like a corrupt man waving a wolf tooth stick.

Fang shook some dizziness in his head, and faced another vicious wind in front of him, his eyes were apathetic and his breath was illusory!

Fang succeeded in deceiving the old hunchback, click!

The shoulder was almost severely smashed into two pieces by Lu Ban Rue. He exchanged injuries for injuries. The square turned into a fist as his palm. The monkey's big five fingers were opened, and he rolled out of breath. He clapped his hands tightly around the old man's neck.

Stay close!

Boom!!

Back to back, hunchback old man wrapped around his neck and hit him hard on the ground! Even the ground trembled so violently, the noise was amazing!

Meanwhile, the monkey was smashed in the shoulder, because this is the relationship of the spiritual world, and the spiritual constitution has instantly healed, then punched heavily on the face door of the old man on the hunchback, bang!

A sound of tooth acid colliding with the teeth, the facial door of the old man on the hunchback, the flesh blurred into a clump.

But the mental state of him, soon recovered.

Yin and Yang! How dare you!

Fang is detecting the body of the camelback old man. To have the next counterattack, he just wanted to stop it. As a result, the camelback old man is stronger than him!

After all, he took a step slower, with the lower legs of the old man on his hunchback, slamming him right in the stomach, boom!

Strong collision!

The pain in the square mouth snorted, clamping the old man's palms tightly, and was almost released.