Here Lies The Wicked

Just as I was thinking.

The woman's face in the toilet is still staring calmly at Fang Zheng.

Then, when the beheaded woman was about to open her mouth...

Square: “…”

What a ghost!!!

The face is dark, and you don't want to, raise your hand and press the button.

Wow!

Boom!

Watching a broken head woman flushed away by a siphoning toilet in a swirling swirl of water, she unbuttoned her middle finger and pressed the flush button all the time, then closed the toilet lid calmly.

But I don't know.

At this point, the aisle outside the house sounded that weirdly emphasised old fight again.

“The Immortal Buddha is in vain. He only knows that the night does not ring...”

“The dust returns to dust, the dust returns to dust, the life and death leads to life and glory, but a loess soil, a green ash...”

“It's useless to be a scholar...”

The sound came from afar and nearby, and eventually the sound stayed outside Fangzheng's security door.

The door handle snapped and twisted a few times, as if someone was about to open the door.

Next moment, squeak...

The burglar door was pushed open from the outside, and in the empty aisle, a ghost face came in through the back of the door, the weird camel-back old man with the blush on his face.

That is, at this time, the horizon in front of us changed.

He stood in a dark, damp dungeon.

And the burglar door that was originally pushed open by the old man on the hunchback was the iron railing rotting door of the cell...

“The world's coffin is seven feet three, today, June 6, only six feet six... more than six feet six inches, can eat, can eat... no more, the hunger, hunger, hunger...”

Tick-and-answer...

A drop of saliva dripped down the corner of Old Camelback's mouth.

Spiritual martial arts!!

Monkey view!

The Book of Secret Awareness!

A returning monkey appeared in his cell with an abominable face.

But today, the monkey, a little different than before, sees his superficial bright hair blowing up an arc with Zz, like snake-shaped currents running up and down.

Monkey Riot!

Just vacate and jump, empty a big foot plate and smash it down.

Boom!

Step aside.

A giant earth pit blew up in place and the flying stone sputtered like a stray bullet around.

But at the moment when the old man on the hunchback disappeared in place, the monkey's long ape arm quickly couldn't see the phantom in one direction towards his side and grabbed it hard.

This grab is fast as a Bentley.

There's really an arc running through the claws of heaven and earth that just killed Will.

Pfft!

A figure, sharp claws of the monkey, flying out again, an arm, torn off by the monkey claws.

That arm was caught in the puffin palm of the monkey, like a giant pinching a bamboo stick, tiny, tiny.

Pfft!

The broken wall is thrown by the monkey at will, like throwing away a bamboo tag at will.

Howl, the hateful monkey growled.

The man who was re-photographed flying out also fell hard at this time and stood up in the dust raised, it was the old man with the hunchback.

The old hunchback looked at the broken arm thrown out by the monkey.

He looked down again at his broken arm wound.

At the wound, a blue arc burst.

Thunderbolt is the most recent demonic creature in the heavens and the earth to the sun, the hot blue arc, constantly roasting, burning the soul wound, see the burning black and green smoke burst out of the wound, prevent the old man on the camel back from recovering, grow his arms again.

Knock, knock! Boom!

Boom!

The monkey approached step by step, huge foot palms, and each voice landed with a heavy voice, like a battle drum knocking on the human heart, giving people a palpitating terror deterrent, afraid to look directly at the monkey pair.

Next second.

The old hunchback disappeared from the spot because the ghost was moving too fast.

But!

The monkey is like a lightning knife that can sense the position of the old man on the hunchback and explodes with a blue current in his hand, smashing rapidly in one direction.

Boom!

The old man on the hunchback was directly blown out by a powerful lightning knife, like a rag.

A huge threshold, slashed in front of the old man on the hunchback, almost chopped the whole person into two pieces.

After being so badly injured, the old man on the hunchback was in a precarious shape. Even if he could escape, he was quickly caught up by the monkey, by the monkey's huge palm with the blue arc, slapped heavily into powder.

The battle ended so quickly.

A month ago, when facing the old man with a hunchback for the first time, he could only save him with the help of a ghost mother.

The second time he faced the old man with a hunchback, he had to keep on carding and walking away, killing the old man with a hard time.

And nowadays, without effort, three perfectly unharmed moves to kill the old man on the hunchback.

Over the past month, Fang has grown at a remarkable rate.

As for the blue arc on the ape's body, and the thunder knife, nature is the progress made in the Secret Awareness for God these days.

These days, he has been subjected to electric shock, not for nothing.

At the same time, a gray soul rose and was devoured by human skin scripture.

……

Next, clear all the schoolgirls and red umbrellas.

However, when faced with the women of the Red Umbrella, Fang can easily kill the women of the Red Umbrella, but can not achieve the perfect level of unharmed.

Still some minor injuries.

But under his angry death, this little trauma soon healed again.

On the same day, after cleaning up to the deepest reservoir of the dungeon, he chose to exit the spiritual world of the dead.

He's like a termite that starts eating from the inside.

A little bit of encroachment on the spiritual strength of ancient resentment.

This wave of dungeon cleanup has contributed more than a dozen strands of ordinary soul to the square.

……

……

Same time.

The other way away from the city.

Still the same external claiming to be a mudslide disaster during the rainy season, the hidden road, which had been inaccessible for more than half a month, had been blocked.

This is a dark space in the heart of a deep mountain.

The mountains of the Tibetan area, like the ridges of the world, are high above sea level, even deeper like bottomless holes, not knowing how many roses and miracles are hidden.

It smells bloody and spreads in the invisible darkness.

The shadow is dark enough to stack in the cave, in the shadow of darkness, the outline is blurred, with a heavy, dark death scent, and underground with extremely low visibility, as if it were a strange corpse.

At this moment, Mr. Fu, Zuo Qianhousehold, Zhang Butcher, Yan Cabernet Xia, and Du teach, stood in front of an open mountain belly, as if researching something.

More than a decade or so has passed since Mr. Fook entered the mountain belly the last time he was separated from the backpacker on the ground.

At this time, Mr. Fook, Left Thousand Households, they are all studying, are several town tomb beasts.

“Do you remember a few months ago, when I went to 72 ghost gates to come out with a coffin on my back? ”

“This is the town tomb beast, I've seen in seventy-two ghost gates. ”

Those who speak are always silent and can be cut with a knife, never rely on the mouth of the beeping butcher Zhang.