Here Lies The Wicked

When Fang Zheng cut the door open, a huge movement was emitted, which shook the old god stick.

Fang just rushed into the room and saw the look on the face of the old god stick. He opened his eyes and woke up.

Obviously.

The old god stick was also attacked by the evil spirits of the underworld.

The old god stick is like him, just out of the memory of the evil spirits of the underworld.

As for the four foaming mouths on the ground, the unconscious ordinary man.

After being examined, she relieved herself.

Luckily, people are still alive.

It's just too frightening.

That's what old people often say about being spooked by ghosts.

If there is no external help, it will take at least a year and a half for the bed to be weak in order to relieve God.

This kidnapping and robbery is enough to keep these people in prison for more than a decade.

Next, Fang is looking for the hotel owner.

We looked all over the three floors and couldn't find the owner.

It wasn't until Fang found the back door of the hotel that he realized it was still open.

The back entrance to the hotel is a four-connect, eight-day alley that is unique to the urban and rural mix.

Just looking in the eye, Fang gave up the idea of going out to find someone.

If the owner of the hotel has truly escaped, looking for a man in a mix of urban and rural areas is no different than fishing for needles in the sea.

“Little brother, have you found the hotel owner? ”

When Fang was returning to the room, he was concerned about questioning the old, disgruntled priest.

At this time, the disgruntled old god stick has changed the front of his robe again.

Fang Zheng Yuxia, a young woman who was still unconscious in her eyes, looked at the old god stick, and noticed Fang Zheng Zheng's correct gaze. He immediately held his old face like orange and shouted at her with an angry expression.

“Little brother, what's that look like? ”

“I really didn't do anything! ”

Look at the old god stick and keep talking. For the sake of the quiet rectitude of the ear root, decisively interrupt: “Old god stick, didn't you always argue about digging the plum tree at the door? ”

What?

“Let's go dig that plum tree up together now. ”

The old god stick reacted, his face was delighted, his palms slapped hard on his thigh, his spirit shouted a word: “Yes! ”

The old god stick was a little jumpy to try, and Fang was finally willing to let him dig trees.

As for the reason to strive for reputation or something, it was thrown behind the head by the old god stick for the time being.

With an old cleric, he circled directly from the back door to the front door of the hotel.

“Little brother, the owner of this hotel is so smart. What's he running for?” The old priest looked at the back door of the big open hotel and looked stunned.

Some wonder.

Soon, the old man came to the plum tree less often.

I don't know where from the hotel came an old shovel stick, bam, bam, two spits in the palm of the hand, that old face, a leap in the face to try the right question, isn't it digging now?

But he didn't say anything right away.

It was a circle around the plum tree.

“Little brother, what's up? Digging a tree is about a shovel, little brother.” I've been itching, wondering if there's an old god stick buried under the plum tree, and I'm not happy to mumble.

“Little brother, you can't afford to lose a day's pay, can you? ”

Win when you see it.

How can an old god stick not be in a hurry?

Fang took out his phone and handed it to the old god stick.

There is already a photo open in the phone.

“Old Goddess, do you see any difference between the hotel in the picture and the one we're standing in? ”

Old Goddess Fox suspected of picking up the phone.

When I saw the photo, the old priest was somewhat surprised and said, "Little brother, when did you take this photo of the front of the hotel? ”

“No, this photo was taken during the day. We checked in late at night, and the time was wrong. ”

The old god stick just finished, as if to find something, a shock in his mouth softly.

“Hmm?”

“Little brother, when did you take this photo? How did you lose a plum tree in front of the hotel door in this photo? ”

The Old Goddess Stick looked up at the hotel and plum tree in front of him and looked down at the photo in the square phone.

After repeated confirmation.

The old god stick finally believed it wasn't his old blind eye.

Just like he said!

There's more trees in front of the hotel than in the pictures!

It's the plum tree that wasn't supposed to be in the city!

This photo in Fangzheng's phone, which is a front photo of the hotel registered with the Chamber of Commerce and Industry, was sent to him earlier by Captain Fei along with the hotel information.

He was going to wait for the hotel to close before digging up this suspicious plum tree.

It took some time to figure out who had come across the disappearance of the old god stick.

Faced with the old priest curiosity to ask about the photo, Fang did not say it in detail, just vaguely said it was searched online, the old priest did not doubt Fang's correct words, on the contrary, the more excited he said, the more excited he was, the more prepared he was to put up his robe sleeve to do a big job: “Little brother, I was right, I told there was something wrong with this plum tree! ”

“Let's dig trees! ”

But just when the old god stick was about to dig a tree, a pale, horrible ghost face suddenly appeared in the spiritual world of the old god stick and righteousness without warning.

“Shit! Shit! ”

Unfortunately, the old baton frightened a spiritual spirit and shouted out three bedrooms.

“You're looking for death! ”

Only cultivate the correction with spiritual martial arts, instantly react, and think of a fierce monkey in the brain.

Ho!!

The monkey roared and slapped, easily crushing the pale ghost face.

“Too weak! ”

“Hard to hit! ”

And that's when.

An ordinary soul qi of gray air, absorbed by human skin scripture.

Fang Zheng was first happy, but then, looking at himself has turned into a monkey monkey, even his arms have returned to the ancestral fold and turned into a monkey arm with long black hair, Fang gazed.

Spiritual world?

He was actually dragged into the spiritual world of plum trees.

Head raised squarely.

Look forward.

In front of him, there's a tree.

There is a temple under the tree.

That tree, it's a plum tree.

Dry, lush branches.

Full of a plum.

And the temple, it's an ancient temple.

Ancient temples are awkward.

Looking at the spiritual world he was dragged into, the first thought was, is it possible that the plum tree, which was only recently planted in front of the hotel door, was planted by the pusher who forced the mute into the dark and refined it into a submersible?

Antique monsters from the last century have met more than once.

So he had this assumption, and it was normal.

Fang turned around and did not find the figure of the old god stick. He glanced for a few seconds. The evil monkey, the evil god he had turned into, began to move his foot and walked heavily towards the monstrous temple under the plum tree.

The setting in the temple is simple.

A scent case.

After the incense case, it was not the statue of the stone, nor the statue of the Buddha and the Bodhisattva, but a body.

“I have no quarrel with you. Why do you want to ruin my foundation? ”

An empty temple, sounding a repressed, low man's voice.

“Who?”

“Who's sneaking around behind your back, pretending to be a ghost? ”

An evil monkey with a fierce face swept away his red eyes.