Here Lies The Wicked

Pulmonary scholars did not answer the correct questions.

Instead, it is still asking the square again and again.

“Have you seen my heart? ”

“Is this a heartbeat? ”

An organ, still being cut out of itself by a lung scholar.

But lung scholars feel like they don't have pain.

He's been mad at himself.

Perhaps it had not been answered correctly, and the lung clerk held the dagger and suddenly stopped halfway.

“How about cough, cough... lend me your heart and liver...? ”

Speaking of which, the lung scholar had lifted his knife and landed, and the sharp dagger in his hand had been madly chopped in the right direction.

Where is this borrowed?

This demon is dying.

“Die!! ”

Square eyes quickly, palms through the dagger, muscles on the arms tightened, palms hard to pinch the lungs of the scholar neck, pulled out of the examination room.

In the spiritual world, there are naturally no so-called muscles.

These are the monkey ideas of Fangzhengdao.

Boom!

Pulmonary scholars were severely hit by Fang Zheng.

With this fall, the lung scholar lost his resistance and his body was like a piece of mud, paralyzed on the ground.

Another gray-colored ordinary soul, floating from the pulmonary book student, was devoured by human skin scripture.

“Such a weak chicken? ”

“It's useless to be a scholar. ”

Shake your head.

On two consecutive occasions, no useful information was available, and there was little hope for the last madman.

Before doing so, however, he searched the lung pupils' exams to see if he had found anything.

A few minutes later.

Boom!

A madman whose mouth was stitched together by a line of fish was broken by a straight hand.

Meanwhile, a gray soul floats.

Next, we are searching the examination room again, and the results are still the same as the previous few times, with no valuable findings.

Finally, he was turning his eyes towards the words engraved with his fingernails on the wooden board wall in the examination room.

Fortunately, simplified characters are simplified from traditional characters and are easy to identify.

After watching for a while, I quickly gave up and stopped watching.

It's all eight strands of brainstorming.

Subsequently, he was turning his attention to the cell opposite the madman's scholar, the cell where he was first held.

At this time, the cell door was opening a gap, the old man with the hunchback, and the cell door was not locked.

Shh...

The rust of tooth acid rubbed the sound, pushing open the door and walking into the cell.

I don't know what I think, Fang just entered the cell and quickly retreated. I saw him dragging the body of a madman, blocking it in front of the cell door, and preventing the door from being accidentally locked to death.

When this was all done, it was only then that we re-entered the cell.

Nothing useful was found in the cell. Instead, it was a blood book on the wall. It struck the mind and finally found something valuable.

Hate can't kill all the gods of the mountains!

Twenty words at the beginning caused suspense.

After reading the blood book, you are caught in contemplation, digesting what you see.

The contents of the blood book, written about the life of the body in the previous cell.

Throw away some personal autobiographical parts, and be imprisoned for life, such as a small grievance part, and the rest is involved in a battle between the city and the mountain gods.

But the battle ended with the defeat of the city and the rise of the mountain gods.

This dungeon is a forbidden place for the city's masters. And the dungeon is repressed beneath a mountain where the sun will never be seen.

“Mountain?”

“Shouldn't it be a plain and then pull up the city pool on the plain? ”

Above the dungeon, it is itself a city of millions of people. Moreover, there can be Qing dynasty examination court, indicating that at least before that era, it was a plain.

That's why Fang has this idea.

Perhaps it is the canghai mulberry fields, which were later dug by people, slowly flattened out... coastal areas many mountains, historical economic development, cultivation of agricultural land, paving of stone road, which was accompanied by a time of excavation of rock...

Perhaps this history is a long, long time ago than it was before.

With regard to the mountain god, Fang clearly remembers that Gao Shu painted the mythical city, land, mountain god.

But at that time, Koshuk painting was just a mythical system with mountain mythology, without details.

At that time, Gao Shu painting focused mainly on the city and land temple.

Fang Zheng also clearly remembered that Gao Shu Painting said at the time that the mountain gods and the city were divided into two mythological systems...

To think of it, Fang was a little speechless: “So, didn't I say that I was inadvertently involved in a fight between the two fairies? ”

Fang felt that after this walk, he needed to ask, what kind of ghost is this mythical system of mountains?

What is the history of the battle between the city and the mountain gods?

Why are the cities of these sun keepers, one by one, trying to kill the mountain gods? Is the mountain god here the same mountain god as the mythical mountain god?

There is no specific history to refer to, and now I think all this is too much to be true.

It is unfortunate that Fangzheng revealed something, but unfortunately the city master, some narcissistic, most of the content is to advocate for how he can go outside the cowhide, without mentioning the details about the mountain gods in detail. Perhaps because the heart has resentment, I don't want to mention it, so I don't want to be bored.

And the inmate's bragging about himself is obvious disbelief.

If you were so cowhideous, you wouldn't be locked up in a dungeon by the mountain gods forever.

It ends in depression!

There's nothing more valuable to see. Next, he intends to continue exploring this dungeon.

Since all the cells here were held by the city master of the year, there was a feeling that maybe he could find valuable clues from this trip.

One cell, one exam room search...

There is an illusion.

After killing the camelback old man, as if he had replaced himself with a hungry, eye-catching camelback old man, he was visiting a cell, a courtroom, eager to find something valuable.

Next, Fangzheng met three weak chicken scholars.

In these books, there are different ways of dying, with a suspension of the head, and the whole scalp is torn off;

Like starving ghosts, choking on exam rolls;

There were burned to pieces.

Of course, he got three strands of ordinary soul.

The size of the dungeon seemed huge. He was approaching the next time. He spent about 20 minutes searching for additional walks, but there was no sign that he was even going to the end.

It is still a dark, narrow corridor with no end in front and no path behind.

And besides the old hunchback at the beginning, the journey ahead was too quiet. As for the weak chicken scholars, the other side was not posing any threat.

Fang Zheng's mind had just fallen, there was a red figure in front of him, and he ran away in a flash.

“No way, another kung fu? ”

The square door dropped a few black lines, he was a little suspicious of his past life, is it a crow...

Because the crow has a crow mouth!!