Here Lies The Wicked

Half a month after the last time I heard from the headlines, Mr. Fook and others went missing.

Noon.

"Sansho Gong (Xu)"!

Fang Zheng clearly felt Dantian Qi, has reached the limit, the purple Qi in the sun fire on the shoulder, the hidden feeling began to feel a thriving.

Like something in purple gas, it's about to hatch up and come out.

Fang Zheng was happy.

Can't wait to make a breakthrough.

But fortunately, after a lot of experience in the past six months, he calmed down immediately.

Because he felt that the light particle seed in the Lower Dan field, which was constantly compressing like nuclear fusion, had room for compression.

“Didn't the movie always say that the thicker and thinner the hair, the more powerful the explosion? ”

Fang is sinking.

Ultimately, he decided not to rush through and decided where to push his limits.

Though he also wanted to see, as soon as possible, what exactly was bred in the fires on his shoulders, it was more in line with the long-term plan to have better growth potential and a solid foundation for future growth than it was for the moment.

In the end, the party intends to practice the Three Photographs Gong until the extreme of the Ninth Success Realm, see the change, and then determine whether to continue to practice.

Anyway, he's not far from the top of the nine.

In order to distract attention, he immediately wanted to break through the inner impulse. He was starting to get up and move. He didn't need to continue training. He allowed the brain CPU to cool down.

……

For half a month, since Captain Fei's photo was brushed, Fang has been able to walk in the shadows every day. At the same time, he has been brushing his dungeons every day.

Old camelback, red umbrella woman, weak chicken schoolboy, add a piece back and forth, he can fix to twenty-four strands of ordinary soul in one day.

People lie at home, money falls from the sky.

Without having to travel everywhere every day, a soul automatically comes to the door, which is very satisfied with the current state of life of salt fish.

Twenty-four strands of ordinary soul energy are fixed every day, no more than one, no less than one, which is a stable rich mine of output! Oil and gas fields!

Again, the police and civilians can work together to solve the case, and win three good youth awards. Once again, we can win 100,000 bonuses. The key is that this leek can grow every day and make a new scene. From the past to searching for leek cuts all over the place, to today's salted fish relaxed, it really feels a little like a dream of unreality.

However, even with daily leek-cutting, the daily symbolic gains and losses are kept at a steady level.

The more cultivated to the later stage, the more advanced the inner kung fu method, the greater the demand for qi and blood, and the greater the demand for blood supplementation drugs.

Even the secret book is strengthened. Today, for every layer of "Sansho Gong Gong" is strengthened, it consumes seven ordinary characters. It is a large household of gold.

In addition to this, there are also "The Sanskrit Scripture", "The Immovable Monkey's View of the Real World", and "The Great Hand Mark of Yin and Yang", all of which are a considerable investment.

As for the sink in the middle of the dungeon, it never went down.

Too impatient to put yourself in danger until you are fully prepared.

This is inconsistent with the proper course of development.

At the same time, Fang is also wondering, can we kill more hunchback old men, red umbrella women, weak chicken scholars in the first period, so as to weaken that ancient obsession and reduce the risk of future sinks?

……

Square sometimes has to be emotional. Once people brush their phones, they can't stop.

This brush is absolutely toxic.

And the time to brush your phone, like flipping a book page, always goes fast.

After painting the Great God of the Wall Forum, see the Great God of the Wall Forum is clean, there is no useful information, we are a little suspicious, is this just swept away by the Internet police... So, the square turned to several major forums in the country, stick it, news website, Weibo, headlines, under the pretext of painting the phone for work, it feels like the time to blink, it is already two hours later.

At first glance, two hours later, just finished brushing the headlines of the local news, planning to put down the phone, but by a new push of the local headlines, attracted attention, the action to quit in hand, slightly paused.

Recently, our city college students have committed suicide in succession. This is the third college student to commit suicide!

Just by looking at the title, it's very socially topical.

This is a local newspaper.

“College entrance exams are over, and college students commit suicide under academic pressure? ”

This is the first idea of the lower consciousness.

Fang didn't think much about it, just click on this news, who hasn't walked from the college entrance exam, a thousand army horses across the One-Wood Bridge, people are born with a sense of closeness about college entrance exam, college entrance exam student topics.

The picture in the news is very long, but the main idea is: Should we reflect on the already urgent domestic educational environment?

The three suicidal college students, both male and female, are not neighbors or classmates, and do not appear to have any connection with each other.

Fang thought about collecting the news first.

……

Since Fang was taking down the shadow, gradually, Fang also began to follow Mr. Qifu's set.

He burns some paper money, yuanbao, candles to the dead before he goes anywhere.

In the past, he was only temporarily helping to walk the shadows, so he didn't have to be so solemn, but now that he had plans to walk the shadows for a long time, it would be different.

And he more or less took advantage of the victims. Although he also helped the victims solve the case, the sacrifice of the dead, instead of using them as tools, gave them a piece of self-respect, which is also a search for a conscience.

Paper money, yuanbao, candles, and underworld stores are all ready to go.

Fang Zheng placed a sip of copper pot in the door of the underworld store. People squatted in front of the store, while folding paper money, paper Yuanbao, burning into the copper pot... Sometimes Fang couldn't help but mock himself. He met Mr. Fu for the first time, and Mr. Fu burned paper money at the door to celebrate the dead.

From the beginning, he did not intend to inherit Mr. Fu's garment. He was not as conscious as Mr. Fu. He just wanted to develop carefully. When Mr. Fu was away, he occasionally helped to walk in the shadows of temporary workers, but now his words and actions are more and more similar to Mr. Fu's.

Fang Zheng squatted at the door and burned the paper money alone into the copper pot. At first, the river spectrum sheep picture was fresh. He would also help him fold the paper money, Yuanbao, but the river spectrum sheep's ADHD personality was unbearable. In less than two days, he ran to the nursery next door, comedy clothes and black.

After all, there is a sense of commonality among the dead.

Just as Fang was burning the paper money to sacrifice the dead, a handful of footsteps approached, quietly breaking the calm of the old street...