Here Lies The Wicked

When Fang was returning to the city, it was the afternoon.

The guitar backpack strap on the shoulder was raised squarely.

Today's ghost knife and knife box are heavier.

As soon as Fang arrived at the University City, he saw that the old god stick had been opened. It had just opened today, and the old god stick had been in business.

That's a college boy in his 20s.

“Master, I don't know why, I've always had bad luck lately, and there's always a seafood smell on me. Is that, am I caught up in something dirty? ”

At this time, he walked right to the door and immediately struck with a thrill.

There was a golden gleam in her square-eye, and it flashed away.

That was when he secretly used the Martial Arts Spirit, and the next second he put it away.

As a result, the male college student did not show signs of blackness in Indochina.

Even the forgiveness for life expectancy is normal with peers.

It only represents qi and blood, it represents a red air of physical health, some light...

Think straight.

Looks like the male college student is suffering from a physical deficit, which should be only a lesion in one tissue of the body, some weakness.

The old god stick also noticed Fang Zheng's arrival at this time. He nodded and said hello, then looked at the male college student in front of him quite speechlessly: “You big gentlemen, where do you get the seafood taste? ”

"It smells like seafood," said the college boy. “If you don't believe me, Master, smell it! ”

When the college boy finished his speech, he proactively approached the old clergyman.

The old baton really smelled like seafood, frowned, hid behind him, and then let him reach out and show him his palms.

The college student outstretched his hand honestly.

As a result, the old god stick looked at the palm of his hand and his face turned black.

“Young man, answer me honestly, how many times a day do you learn Kong in a dorm? ”

“What?”

“Young man, remember to keep sanitary in the future, logistically wash your hands, no wonder you say you smell seafood, once you open your palms, the hundreds of billions of billions of lives contaminated in your hands killed the industry almost didn't smoke me, hundreds of billions of little tadpoles of corpses stacked together to rot, can it not smell bad?” Old Dao squeezed his nose and waved his hand, saying that there was no big problem. In the future, he washed his hands diligently, his life was restrained, and the seafood taste of his body could naturally be removed.

“But Master, why do I feel so lucky lately, I've been caught every day recently, I can't even hit my favorite East Slope meat for days in the canteen!” The college student was still a little immortal.

The old god stick shook his head without a word: “Old Dao asked you if you have always felt weak lately, tired, unspirited during the day, unable to wake up, drowsy all day, people have no spirit all day, but you want to sleep and can't sleep? ”

The male college student was surprised: "Master, how did you know so clearly? I can't sleep all the time every day, and taking sleeping pills doesn't help, but I just sleep two or three hours and wake up from a cold sweat. ”

The old god stick's face is black: “You don't control it every day. See how yellow this palm is, at least six or seven times a day? You empty your body every day. Can you be spiritual during the day? I can't get up every morning, I don't go to class, I miss classes more often, the probability of being named and scratched naturally increases. ”

“You don't get up during the day. When you wake up and go to the cafeteria to cook, it's after lunch time, and you can hit the East Slope meat, that's the real ghost. ”

Fang is listening with strange eyes.

What's more yellow than that?

And this weird thing?

No wonder he used martial arts magic. When he saw the college student, he lost his breath and blood and was weak... At least six or seven times a day, this dude was afraid of a deadly rhythm.

……

After there was no business in the store, Fang Zheng told the old priest what the purpose of the trip was.

Without saying a word, the old god stick immediately took out a lot of stock prepared these days.

While waiting for the old god stick to pick up Lucky Scent and Sick Scent stock, Fang looked around the store and discovered the woodcarving handicrafts placed in the store. After so many days, only one item was sold.

It took so long to sell one, not to say how bad handicrafts are. After all, this is a fortune teller, not a place that specializes in handicrafts.

And the location of the store, it's not a bustling area, it's just a trail.

This is like going into a Chinese restaurant and eating noodles, never ordering Western food.

At this time, the old priest brought back the fragrance of luck and disease, and saw that Fang was looking at the woodcarving handicrafts on the shelf. The old priest was also sad to say: “These small handicrafts brought by the little brothers were well marketed. People used to come here every day to buy them, and they could sell them out soon, but only one item has been sold for more than a month. I can't sell it, I don't know what happened."

“These wooden carvings are perfectly comparable to the market. It's that we don't sell folk handicrafts in this shop. People pass by the door of the store and only know that we are a fortune teller. We don't know that we still sell folk handicrafts. ”

Recently, Fang Zheng is everyday a neighborhood, Old Street, two o'clock first line activities.

Very few come to the University City side.

Until Mr. Fook and Zhang Butcher came back this time, Fang Zheng finally had time to come to the University City side, so the wooden carvings kept stalling, Fang Zheng also knew.

“The little brothers recently brought a bunch of wooden carvings, which are still on the side, there's no place to put them on the shelf for now, no place to put them.” The old god stick pointed to a corner and said straight ahead.

Fang looked past.

It was just a short while ago that he was investigating the serial suicide of a high school student with the old god stick, and he drove the old god stick back to the wooden carvings.

At this time, the original remains in the corner to eat ash.

“Well, I get it, I'll figure it out. ”

Square frowned, he remembered this.

After the old priest packed the scent of good fortune and sickness, he was picking up two incenses and leaving the University City.

He killed 72 ghost doors and left.

With regard to the geographical location of the seventy-two ghost gates, Fang had already known about them since the Lao Wang incident.

……

Seventy-two ghost gates are not really hell gates, but a river with a rush of water and complex hydrology. Few local people will call this river by its official name, but have their own name.

Seventy-two ghost doors closed!

The southern coastal province is surrounded by mountains and mountains. It is said that this tributary runs beneath the mountains, forming 72 complex waterways. The old generation said that 72 waterways are actually closed by 72 ghost gates suppressed by mountain wind water.

There are also older generations who say that in the seventy-two ghost gates, there is actually a large and large ancient mausoleum buried, which has not been dug up.

All these rumors, I don't know which sentence is true and which one is exaggerated.

But one thing is true, the waterways beneath the mountains, no one has ever been able to reach the end, no matter how many people go in, eventually either get lost or get confused, the worst end is never come out again.

Some say it was caught by water monsters and water ghosts in the waterway as a scapegoat.

Sunset West Mountain.

The sun slanted to the surface of the river, and the waves sparkled, and the flames rose as red as blood.

On this day, generations of villagers who lived on the riverside and lived on a running boat were about to come home from work, but saw a young man with a long striped cloth backpack on his back, standing still on the banks of the river. The villagers shouted: “Young man, it will soon be dark. Once it is dark, the river surface will be dark. Black, nothing can be seen. Come back to the riverside tomorrow to fish...”

“The river is not peaceful at night! ”

The young man was mistaken for a phishing enthusiast.