Here Lies The Wicked

The simplest distinctions between urban and rural unions and suburbs are:

The Ministry of Urban and Rural Integration is a region that is expanding with urban development and combines urban and rural populations.

The common denominator is that rural households were not demolished before.

The demolition was followed by urban households.

The suburbs are surrounded by urban farmland, plains, mountain forests, fish ponds, highly polluting chemical plants, etc. in a circular fashion, outside the urban and rural mix.

The temple is in the suburbs.

But the mobile phone that is being handed to the old god stick, as shown on the navigation APP, is gradually going deeper into the urban and rural union, that is, going back.

“Little brother, why are you going back? ”

“With the size of the city, little brothers are confident to draw an approximate range. Is there any basis for this? ”

The Old Goddess Stick looked at a few of the points on the map, somewhat curious and puzzling.

Fang realized that the old god stick was 100,000 reasons. He had to explain clearly. It was estimated that his ears and ears could not be cleaned all the way, so Tolerance explained: "I checked with the college entrant, Mother Zhang Lihong, when they went to the temple the other day to ask for a signature, they all passed through these places. ”

“So we should be able to get close to the truth from where we started. ”

In fact, there is one more sentence that is not clearly stated.

If it was as simple as he said, lightly, Captain Phil, they would have found the source of the psychotic event long ago.

In addition to the above point of view, the connection that the party is sensing from the ghost of room 502 is in this area.

When Mother and Son Zhang Lihong went, the overlapping screening showed up in the overlapping area, which is just a few points that were finally marked on the navigation map.

However, the next investigation went a little wrong.

Transportation in urban and rural areas is not well developed.

Many places are stinking gutters with sewage streams.

The narrow pavement, combined with debris, garbage accumulation, shops, shanty houses, roads on both sides of the road, parking, the roads here are even more congested and difficult to drive.

In order to find a way to drive, the old god club circled around the west with the owner of the car, wasting a lot of time on the road before barely reaching the first spot indicated by the side.

The point is, there's still no clue.

Next, another problem came. The old god stick came in from both sides of the road. When he was about to go out, he couldn't turn around. His old Jetta was stuck in the trail.

At the end of the day, Fang was still getting out of the car and directing. The old god stick only came out a few times after the car went out of flames.

At this time, the old priest was already sweating on his forehead and the back of the robe was wet.

“Little brother, it's not a solution, it's better than two legs.” Finally, the old priest began to pour bitter water on the other side.

This is a waste of time.

Get out of the car and take the shortcut, it's faster than driving.

As a result, from time to time, several wild dog barks were heard in the urban-rural junction, and two more people walked the night.

Around a ten-minute night's journey, when approaching the next marked spot, the old priest stood under a dusky street lamp, suddenly surprised and shocked.

“Hey, little buddy, look at this plum tree. ”

At first glance, it turns out, opposite the street lamp pole where they stand, there are several low-lying old houses in the middle, and far away, a tree crown emerges from the tip.

It's what the old god stick calls a plum tree.

Fang Zheng didn't recognize that it was a plum tree at first. He thought it was just an ordinary tree. He was not a goddess of wisdom. He couldn't do the all-knowing. Most people can no longer tell the difference in appearance between greening trees and fruit trees, in short, trees, whatever they are.

It's good that Biasians look at white people, they all look exactly the same, they can't tell the difference between the main character and the passersby.

If it weren't for the old god stick, who knew so much about the old river and lake, he would never recognize it as a plum tree.

“I had no idea there were fruit trees in the city, which were a little rare.” Fang was just finishing up, but found that the old god stick was staring at the plum tree.

The gaze moved.

“Old Goddess, do you see anything wrong? ”

Fang just left home halfway.

Sometimes some expertise depends on these experienced old rivers and lakes, Lao Xuan Xuan.

“Little brother, have you ever heard an old folk saying, peach keeper, apricot wound, buried dead under a plum tree? If I were a family member, I would never plant a plum tree near the Yangtze house, which doesn't bode well. ”

Rumor has it that Fang's mind is moving.

Fang Zheng thought about it and recalled: “When I was a child, I heard the elders say that peaches can nourish the health, so the ancients always say peaches, peaches. ”

“Apricots are a thermotoxic fruit that eats too much and is prone to gingival inflammation and mouth ulcers. ”

“As for burying people beneath plum trees, it is said that plum eats too much and tends to weaken and injure people's spleen, which is often the most vulnerable, and lesions in the spleen can lead to death. ”

I don't know, the old god stick who kept staring at the plum tree, but there was another saying: “Little brother, shall we make a bet? There must be a dead man buried under the plum tree! ”

It moves right in the heart.

I'm really curious.

So, he started following the old god stick and approaching the plum tree.

But walking, walking, Fangzheng and the old god stick discovered something wrong because the plum tree was actually near the marked spot on this trip.

There must be something going on here!!

The Old Goddess suddenly felt like a gambler.

He was cautious, careful, and he was only betting on one day's wages.

But under the circumstances, he bet a month's wages are steady.

This is more painful than losing a lifetime of hard savings for an old god as greedy as Grand Taiwan. Just as the old god was trying to figure out how to open up and change the stakes, in a lonely night, the two of them had approached the house planted with plum trees.

It's a plum tree planted on the side of the road.

The owner of the plum tree, a refurbished three-story small building, although refurbished, can still tell from the slight traces on the outer wall that the family had had a fire before.

“Grand Hotel? ”

The old god stick looked up and said to an electronic sign.

He shook his head without saying anything and corrected: “It's a hotel every day. ”

The old god stick just noticed that the electronic sign was broken and the two “1” ones were not bright, but if you look closely, you can still see the marks.

At this time, standing at the entrance of this hotel, turn left and right and look. This should be a main road of the urban-rural union, the road is slightly wider than the rest of the place.

“Little brother, shall we dig down this plum tree and see if there are dead people buried underneath?” The old god stick pounded in the palm of his hand, spat in his mouth, tucked up his sleeve and waited for a positive word.