Here Lies The Wicked

The red shadow in front flashed into a student examination room.

A big step forward, almost instantaneously.

But the examination room was empty.

At this moment, in a long, quiet dungeon, there began to be a woman's swinging song and throat, with countless laments, grudges and sadness.

White bones don't know who they are, and they can't be covered.

……

Lonely landscape, chyme liver and lungs.

……

Life is geometric, worried all the time.

The song and throat sang over and over again, the voice was beautiful and the fate was endlessly lamented. After listening to it a few times, this finally made sense. Isn't this part of Cai Wenqi's "Sadness Poem"?

The full text of the Sadness Poem can be broadly divided into three parts.

respectively, the first part of Dong Zhuo's mess;

The second part of the famous doors fell into abusive captivity, like windswept grass, and fled from the wilderness;

The white bones of the third part are unknown, and their loved ones have been lost.

Fang Zheng was impressed by the fact that when he participated in a group event at the university, he had a rehearsal program, and was dragged to become a strong man, so that he could learn about the "Sadness Poem".

Thinking of the dilemma in "The Sadness Poem," and associating it with what I saw earlier about the species of mountain gods, it seems that this singer, the master, compared the mountain gods to the brutal and unjust Dong Zhuo's mess?

Just as he was thinking, a red figure flashed quickly in front of him.

“Who?”

“Pretending to haunt! ”

I didn't want to. I almost caught up. Boom!

The fragile wooden slab walls of several exams were severely smashed by the monkey's arms and the debris scattered all over the floor.

But this time it was empty.

Square eyebrows, couldn't help but screw them up.

This time the ghost is fast and cunning...

“Displacement is despicable, often fearful of giving up… when life is geometric, worrying about the end of life…” The woman sings her throat once again.

This time, the voice came from behind the square.

The square-back muscles tightened and the long-armed monkey turned suddenly.

A beautiful, ancient woman wearing a red gauze skirt with a concealed torso curve standing right behind her squared back, a red oil paper umbrella with a closed hand.

“Gao Shu Painting!! ”

Fang Zheng stunned.

But he immediately vetoed, because the other five officials looked a little like Gao Sook's painting, but if you look closely, you can still clearly see the difference between the two.

There is also a difference in age between the two.

Koshuk is a 17-year-old senior student.

The age of women in front of them is about twenty years, and the five officials tend to be more mature.

“Are you the ancestor of the Old Town, where the Painted Gao family was held?” The woman holding the red oil and paper umbrella in her hand asked carefully.

But the woman did not answer the right question.

Crisp as Yellow Oriole's throat, she still sings "Sadness Poem" unconsciously over and over.

Singing, singing, all of a sudden, that woman, who looked a little like Gao Shu painting, raised the beautiful face of the inclined country, smiled and looked straight up.

Pong!

The red oil umbrella in the woman's hand suddenly spreads open, mumbles, mumbles, mumbles… the little one opens the oil umbrella and drops a dozen heads out of it.

“Pick one. ”

He looked at more than a dozen heads in the eye, not human heads, but messy heads of rats, cats, monkeys, snakes, etc.

Fang frowned and asked: "What do you want me to pick? ”

“Pick one. ”

“Pick one. ”

She looked at Fang Zheng with a smile and repeated the same sentence over and over again.

“What exactly do you want me to pick? ”

“How do I know what you want me to pick if you don't tell me? ”

Fang asked several times. However, the woman across the street was always repeating the same sentence. Fang suddenly laughed at herself.

“Also... you've been dead for hundreds of years, now I see, it's just a strand of obsession, knowing that asking is a white question, I can't believe I'm still talking to you unconscious NPC silly, I'm not forcing myself down. ”

However, although there can be no dialogue, there cannot be such a drag.

Now that woman across the street, she's obviously hooked on him.

Fang did not dare to turn around and leave the back door open for the enemy.

“Why don't you pick one for me? ”

“Can't you? ”

Looking at the woman who was repeating the same sentence over and over again, she whispered a crazy woman, and then she was impatient to say, “Laugh, laugh, laugh, smile, smile a hammer. If you don't answer, then I don't want these snake heads. As long as you, well, I've chosen, what's the next procedure? ”

“I'd like to see what kind of trick you're up to. ”

“If you agree, I count you as a werewolf. ”

I don't know which sentence is correct, which inspired the NPC's next procedure, the red shadow flashed, and the woman disappeared in place.

Just as Square was searching for the woman's figure, over his head, there was a red shadow and a claw grabbed Square's right chest.

Pfft! Pfft!

In less than a minute, Square couldn't get more than a dozen claws. This woman was too fast to catch up with Square.

This woman is a point faster than the old camel-back.

Stronger than the old hunchback.

Fang Zheng saw that he could not escape several times. If he continued to do so, he would have to be caught alive by this crazy woman and her children.

So, don't mess with anyone. Don't mess with women who are born with white claws.

Shit!

It's so cruel! Too bad!

Fang felt that some of the women's Nine Yin White Bone Claws were unbearable, and the divine soul was consuming too quickly, so he saw that Fang was fully running in the direction behind him.

Twenty minutes away, full run, one minute to arrive, before the appearance of Fang right before the prison to smash the old man's back alive, Fang did not want to, people voluntarily ran into the prison.

That's exactly what we thought!

The woman, as unconscious as she was, had only instincts left and went to jail.

Pfft!

A red oil umbrella, like a sharp spear puncture, attacked from behind and pierced the square chest. It seems that even the woman has some confusion, she has been avoiding the way she attacked before, why she suddenly couldn't hide at this time, so the woman stood still.

“Finally got you! ”

The face of the monkey with its abominable face revealed a smile. Fang grabbed the oil and paper umbrella passing through his chest with one dead hand, the other hand, one back to the weight of his elbow, bang!

A loud, deafening noise!

Behind her back, the woman was roughly carved into a U-shape by an elbow on the stone wall of the prison.

The woman could have escaped, but the small space in the prison limited her escape space. It was easy to finally take advantage of the small space and catch the woman's rectangle. Where else could this ghost be released easily?

Fang completely ignored the Nine Yin White Bone Claws of the great-grandmother of the great-grandmother of the great-grandmother of the great-grandmother of the great-grandmother of the great-grandmother of the great-grandmother of the great-grandmother of the great-grandmother of the great-great-life painting. Under the angry, death-for-life cruelty method, the redumbrella woman also stepped into the red dust of the old man on the hunchback and was hammered to pieces by Fang Zheng.

At the same time, a gray white soul is captured.