Here Lies The Wicked

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As he drilled beneath the bed, the back of the old cleric's head tapped off the bed board and made a painful cry.

It's really hard for him to get an old bone like an old god stick to drill him under a narrow bed.

“Any luck with the Old Goddess? ”

The old god stick crawled under the bed. At first, nothing unusual was found. But when the old god stick toughly turned over, he turned his back down and lay face up in a lying position, and suddenly his mouth shocked slightly.

“What's the matter?” Fang is looking at the old god stick under the bed.

“Little brother, Chen Zhixing, the college entrance exam student we rescued, certainly didn't lie. There are a lot of yellow charms under this bed. There are at least twenty or thirty yellow charms under this bed, they are almost full of bed slabs. ”

Perhaps because the lying back position in the narrow space made the old cleric feel uncomfortable, the old cleric twisted his body a few times, and after changing his comfortable position, he looked at the yellow character attached to the bed plate and continued: “However, I know why Chen Zhixing asked for so many yellow characters, none of them have worked. ”

“Turns out the yellow charm this high school student bought is a streamline printed version! ”

When it comes to printed versions, the old cleric's tone is obviously disheartening.

I don't know when it started.

Whether it's a temple hall, a Buddha temple, or a rural seller of yellow charms, it's all an evolutionary yellow charm that has been printed in the current water line.

To give a simple example, when there is something white, the yellow symbols on the windows are printed yellow symbols.

For example, funerals, earthmoving, etc., have also been changed to printed yellow symbols.

But when you think about it, there's something you can understand.

After all, the 1.3 billion people in the country were there, and during the period of reform and opening up, any cow ghost snake god was defeated, and when demand was greater than supply, the market would become self-regulating.

And it also took away a lot of folk scholars like the old god stick.

Can't you just ignore the old baton when it touches you?

Without human spirituality, yellow characters printed by machines are soulless.

It's like eating melon seed only, not taking melon seed, only getting melon seed flesh, but not melon soul.

This is the collision of ancient heritage with modern industrial civilization.

“Old Goddess, what else do you find besides these yellow charms?” Fang already knew about the yellow charm under the bed.

When Captain Fei made his statement for Chen Zhihang, Chen Zhihang mentioned it in the video, so Fang wasn't surprised.

“I'll take another look...”

After the old god stick said it, he knew Soso under the bed for a while, because the square field of view was limited, and he didn't know what the old god stick looked like under the bed.

It wasn't until a minute or two later that the old god stick said, "There's nothing more to it than fake paper. ”

“Little brother, can I come out now? The space under this bed is crowded with old ways and I feel a little bad. ”

When the Old Goddess wandered back out, it stopped the Old Goddess wanderer.

“Old Goddess, wait a minute, come out later. When you said that Chen Miaoqi was hiding in her brother's room, she was hiding under the bed under the most difficult circumstances to spot the lights off? Or would you prefer to hide under the bed with the lights on?

The light bulb in the bedroom suddenly went out before the old priest could react, and suddenly the whole place went dark.

The old baton startled: “Why is it so dark all of a sudden? ”

“Little brother, did you turn off the lights? ”

Faced with the sudden darkness, the old god stick frightened, his subconscious was about to sit up, and he forgot to lie under the bed at this time, and then knocked, his brain slammed on the bed board, and immediately heard a painful cry. The old god stick hit a big bag under the bed with his forehead under his hand, complaining that Fang was too sudden, said off, did not give him any time to prepare.

The old god stick was screaming and complaining. As a result, only a bang sounded. He left the bedroom and locked the old god stick under a black bedroom bed.

The old god stick was frightened by a spiritual spirit. He wanted to struggle without thinking about it, but it was dark in the bedroom. Plus, when he got older, his vision deteriorated, the old god stick could not get out for a moment and a half. He also hit his head several times under the bed, adding the bag of his head.

At this point, click...

In the dark, a gentle twist of the door handle sounds.

Old Goddess stick for a meal.

Two eyes under the bed, subconsciously looking towards the door.

Click, click… the door handle, invisible in the dark, twisted a few more times, then squeaked and the bedroom door was pushed open from the outside.

Quiet, blurred outline in the dark.

Tap...

Tap...

He had a pair of blurred feet, walked into the bedroom, held his breath under the bed, and tried to see if the blurred feet walked into the pitch-black bedroom were the right one he knew.

Eyes move little by little.

Follow the fuzzy feet pushing in through the door.

Tap, tap, tap... close! Closer! The old god club held his breath under his consciousness and watched as he gradually approached the dark side of the bed with blurred feet. The old god club entered the robe quietly with one hand, holding a hard object in the robe, just as he was about to shout whether it was square or not... I don't know!

The two feet in the pitch-black bedroom suddenly changed direction and walked back to the door of the bedroom, forgetting to turn on the light and wanting to walk back to the door of the bedroom to turn on the light.

Because that direction is where the light switch is.

And next to the wall switch, just leaning against one of the dressing mirrors… as those two feet passed through the dressing mirror, their eyes were tight and the old god stick hidden beneath the bed suddenly stunned.

There's no foot in the mirror, master!

There's only one bed in the mirror!

And someone hiding under the bed!

When I saw the man under the bed in the mirror, the old god stick was like, "Little brother! There are ghosts under the bed!! ”

You don't have to scream!

A ghost knife has split the wind wave, the rapid initial speed, causing the blade to squeeze out the air on both sides and make a sound explosion in the small bedroom.

“Gotcha!! ”

“Blast me!! ”

This knife came too fast, Pong!

Dressing mirrors explode directly.

The tremendous force on the blade, even the castration, along with the dressing mirror smashed the mirror back against the wall, boom!

The blade burned hot, hot pure yang energy and tore the mirror apart.

Mirror fragments, mirror wood pad fragments, masonry fragments on the walls, lots of fragments were severely smashed out by this knife, and the living room outside the bedroom turned into a mess.

And that was when a dark shadow escaped from the shattered mirror and screamed sharply in the middle of the sky, trying to escape.

“Get back here!! ”

Raising the hand of the celestial god, he grabbed the past against the dark shadow of wanting to escape. The celestial god he was cultivating, but it blended a lot of pure yang inner kung fusion, which is the natural grass star of these shady grass stars.