Here Lies The Wicked

“Mr. Zhang, are you talking about Brother Chiu?” Left thousand households looked at the butcher Zhang.

The butcher Zhang took a look at the left-hand family: “That's your Zhiqiu brother, not our Zhiqiu brother. ”

“Since you randomly gave people the nickname, Fang Zheng's screaming made several of us even two generations lower than the other. ”

Left Thousand households smiled slightly embarrassed and shouted, "I didn't expect that little guy, his face would be so thick, the more proficient he was to scream. ”

“This kid has a thick face that I only see. ”

Grandpa Yan Cabernet Xia, who was all white, laughed and laughed like a thunderbolt. You can see that this is an old man with a wonderful personality.

He didn't mean to blame anyone, nor did he have any objections to calling his brothers Yan, taking advantage of him, and sitting on an equal footing with him.

At this time, Zuo Qianhousehold continued to say: “Speaking of taking advantage of the cheap, I admire the fact that this boy can take advantage of the cheap to the Lo family. When he showed me the blue silk tied to his wrist by the Lo family girl himself, he shook me, it was a day trip, this kid took advantage of the cheap, it was so bold...”

Zhang Butcher glanced at the left-handed family: “Don't forget, he had a ghost bride curse on his back. ”

At this time, the head teacher interrupted the silent quota and said, “Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. ”

“Modern living Zhang Feidu teaches the head.” The butcher Zhang looked at his eyes and taught his head, suddenly shouting without a head.

“What?” Everyone with a human and animal harmless doll face taught the head, somewhat proud to respond.

“It's okay, looking at your face is shameless, I see things, I see square from you, as if to see square is still safe and alive, I haven't seen square for two months.” The butcher Zhang had yet to say a word in his heart, and he was afraid that he would be embarrassed to say it.

Been away from home a long time.

He's kind of homesick.

I miss the one who has a bad mouth and can cause trouble every three to five...

Innocent lying guns teach their heads: "??? ”

Who am I messing with?

What do you mean, I'm shameless?

What do you mean, look at me?

“Zhang Butcher, you must be jealous of us and the clothes, Fang Zheng shot the whole family, only without you, right? Yes, you must be jealous that I have family benefits, but you don't. ”

Butcher Zhang: “…”

Everyone: "…”

……

“Sneeze!” Far away from the right, just exiting the spiritual world of the dead, suddenly sneezed.

“Who's thinking about me? ”

Square looked around, and the time was a little dull.

Rationally, his health has reached his level, and he doesn't catch cold easily.

……

Still inside that hillbilly.

The butcher Zhang began to elaborate on the situation of the two town graves he had seen at the 72 ghost gates.

After listening, Mr. Fook fell into contemplation.

“We all know that we kept the tomb guards at 72 ghost gates for a hundred years, not only because of the large number of wartime corpses that were held in abeyance, but also to prevent the corpses from shaking up and making things less peaceful. The most important reason is to keep the real secret of the seventy-two ghost gates.” Mr. Fook pondered and said slowly as he spoke.

“If the butcher Zhang remembers correctly, perhaps this will be another cemetery with the Mountain God after death. If it is a secret involving the Mountain God, no one will be able to open the Mountain God cemetery and no one will be able to leave alive after peeking until the second round of psychic recovery. ”

Mr. Fu's tone of speech, or the flat tone without joy and sorrow, was a condensed atmosphere, but what Mr. Fu said was like calm, calm very.

It's like no matter how many stones you throw into a 10,000-year-old tank, you can't be surprised at a ripple.

“As soon as we get out of here, we let the people outside blow up all the entrances into this hillbilly. ”

“At the same time, let's keep an eye on the old fake dead man who was carried out of the mountain by the backpacker. He must know something. He will never appear here for no reason, nor will he come for a holiday trip. ”

After reflection, Mr. Fook made two points, after which a pedestrian began to pack up and prepare to exit the mountain belly.

Just like Mr. Fook said.

If there is indeed a post-mortem mountain god buried here, it is not yet in the second round of spiritual recovery, how many people come and how many die.

No matter how strong you come, it's futile.

Because!

The current concentration of spiritual gas in the heavens and the earth is not enough to create the stronger ones.

If you dig up the tomb buried in the mountain god, you will only die for nothing.

Currently, the only response in the country is to mark the coordinates, guard the entrance, and wait for the second round of future recovery…

If, without a second round of psychic recovery, it would be best.

Then the history they were most worried about would not be repeated.

“This time the butcher Zhang came to the Tibetan area without a word, we have found what we wanted, and the various visions that occurred in this mountain have also found the answer, because there is an ancient tomb buried here with the god of the Mountain after death... everything here is over, the butcher Zhang is right, some of our old guys have been away for too long, it is time to prepare to go home. ”

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……

What happened thousands of miles away was unknown.

Because the next few days, Fang Zheng is busy.

Due to the most frequent typhoons in July, the coastal provinces have been raining for several days in a row, and Fang Zheng is haunted by beheaded women every day.

Every day a stable leek is cut, and the party is busy.

And he's practicing, and he's making rapid progress a thousand miles a day, thanks entirely to his fast-learning physique.

Until another two days passed.

This day.

After several days of rain, the coast finally stopped raining and it finally stopped raining outside.

When Fang was standing in the bedroom again, turning off his mobile phone for a day, it was discovered that during the day, Captain Fei actually called.

However, there is only one phone call and it does not appear to be an important emergency.

Indeed, as Fang was looking over the message, he turned to a message from Captain Fei.

“Mr. Fook, they have returned to the city. ”

Just a few words, it is difficult to discourage excitement and happiness. Bring clothes, Kawakawa sheep competing for custody of the seedlings and Xiao Black, and take a taxi directly to the old street.

Looking at a goat the size of a calf, he squeezed into the car and the taxi driver almost didn't pee.

When the taxi stopped at the old street junction and the taxi driver didn't want to drive into the gloomy old street one to the night, he had to choose to walk into the old street. Indeed, across the street, he saw the jade store, underworld store, fake bookstore lights on and sprinkled on the street outside the door.

A familiar scene that hasn't been seen for a long time and is being recreated.

Grandpa Yan Cabernet Xia carved the jade in his hand at the jade store. He seemed to feel something. He raised his head and saw Fang Zheng and Xinxi running into the jade store in the little man's clothes.

Underground shop.

Mr. Fu burned the paper yuanbao at the door of the underworld store. The tall yuanbao seemed to be trying to pay off all the paper yuanbao debt accumulated over the past month in a lump sum.

If Paper Money Yuanbao can also spend money and borrow business, it can also pay its arrears at once.

The butcher Zhang hasn't seen in two months, just like in the past.

Sitting in the underworld shop, chopsticks and chopsticks with pork heads and a little wine.

When I heard the movement outside the street, Left Thousand Households in the fake bookstore next door walked out to check the situation.

The little guy in the coat has run over and hugged the left thousand households.

Haha laughed with joy.

“Mr. Fook! Butcher Zhang! Brother Zuo, you're back at last. You've been gone for a month or two. Why is everyone going to the westernmost part of the country? I can't reach you on the phone! ”

“What exactly is there over there that will allow you all to run collectively? ”