Here Lies The Wicked

The view in the cave was dark.

Narrow, claustrophobic, dark mountain belly with extreme depression.

It was as if the ship had entered the vast mouth of a demon king's blood basin and was slowly sailing towards a dark abyss of invisibility, giving a sense of closed space.

The only light source in the cave is a faint searchlight worn on Liu Shan's head.

But this beam of light, placed in a water hole in a closed space, not only does it not give a sense of illumination, but there is a cold, icy feeling of being gazed at by the devil in the pitch-black sea, through a gloomy smell, not finding a sense of security.

Strange, too.

When the boat entered the water cave, Liu Shan turned off the boat's diesel engine and moved on slowly.

Wow.

Wow...

As the boat breaks the resistance of the water, the speed drops and moves slowly forward, it also tries to stick its palms into the cold water.

Mm-hmm.

Apart from the fact that the sun has not been seen for many years, the water temperature here is cooler than it is outside, but nothing is found to be negative or negative.

Wow...

As the palm of the boat slowly advanced, he felt his palm slapped down by a wave. If he looked thoughtfully at the bent water hole in front of him.

According to Gao Shu Painting.

Seventy-two ghost gates are closed with their own special access method.

Throw Yin De money into the river, there will be water ghosts drowning in the river, and pick up people in Yin boats into 72 ghost gates. The dead air of the shady boat hides life's anger in order to safely pass through the ghost hole.

But why do these people have a simpler way not to?

But instead of looking north and south, it's hard to find someone else?

But honestly, Fang Zheng was still somewhat surprised when he saw entrepreneurs on the embankment to find the village uncle.

“Brother Chan, why don't you keep carving your sword?” Entrepreneurs are suddenly no longer throwing messy clutter into the water, and are still a little used to asking questions.

“We are still waiting for Brother Chen to mark more points outside the hull of the boat. In case we get lost, we can rely on Brother Chen to take us out of these 72 ghost doors. ”

Chen Chiqi, is the name of Fangzhengxiang Jianghu.

Entrepreneurs are naturally not the true believer of that sculptural sword-seeking nonsense.

That's obviously a fool.

When he spoke, his voice was a little loud, his face had a deep smile, clearly deliberately making fun of the square, to relieve the boredom along the way.

Fang Zheng smiled on his face and was surprised: “Boss Han is a joke lover. Even elementary school students know these days that sculpting a sword is a fool who won't believe it. Boss Han is not joking intentionally, do you really believe that sculpting a sword is true? ”

Fang Zheng already knew the entrepreneur's name was Han.

Full name Han Hung category.

Fang Zheng didn't have much thought to guess whether the other party's name was really false, he called it that first.

Ugh!!

Han Hung almost cursed.

You're crazy!

Han Hung's depressed heart, I don't know who it was, the sound of his mouth, Sha has something to say about carving the sword.

That sounds like the same thing.

And as soon as I turned my head, I turned around and scolded my IQ, not even a fool.

Han Hung's face was instantly gloomy, but soon, his face was flattened again. He was a dead man anyway, and he had nothing to do with a dead man who was still covered in drums.

Solomon silence is silent.

At this time, Liu Shan, who turned off the engine at the stern of the boat and supported it with a pair of hands, also looked at Fangzheng without a word.

He felt that the ship had not calmed down since Fang was embarking.

I don't know if Fang is really a newborn calf not afraid of tigers, or if the nerve bars are slow to react, and there is no sense of crisis.

Not only did he face the tiger's beard, but he hit the tiger's face in the face when it was over.

It's not a fear of death. Try hard to test the edge of death.

The reason Fang Zheng no longer begs for swords is simple. He has almost detected how deep the water is.

Under the illumination of your phone's flashlight, remove the refraction of the light shadow and add the speed at which the little stone sinks… anyway, the water is deep.

At this time, after measuring the underwater situation, this is the time to measure Han Hung's three companions.

The three men have remained silent since boarding the ship.

These three are old people, an old woman, a second old man.

The outfit is quite ordinary, with a groove with signs of years on its cheeks, rough skin, dark, all grooved, like a dry, cracked earth.

It's like a regular cropper who winds all the time, faces the loess all the time, turns to the sky, and rises into a sunset.

Except for the old woman, who was better, her face was covered with a thick layer of white powder, covering up the rough skin on her face.

But the old woman forgot to dust her neck.

So there's a clear color difference between the neck and the face.

The neck is rough black skin, but the face is pale and pale with a layer of powder, roughly thought it was a pale ghost face.

With a thick face, one is guessing that at least ten centimetres thick can be scratched to smooth the deep wrinkles on the face like the scene of the accident.

Strange, too.

These three are actually slightly rickety hunchbacks.

The back rises as high as a camel peak.

Looking at this strange group of camel peak threesomes, the mind is open.

Looking at the strange appearance of these three people, is it possible that they are also from the ancient madman practitioner, like the tomb keeper, the corpse man, the copper fetus corpse Li family?

How about practicing half-human and half-human through ancient methods?

And is it the collective action of a family or organization?

“Boss Han, your three fishing enthusiasts have not spoken since boarding. Why don't you introduce us to Boss Han? ”

Fang Zheng retracted his hand that had been in the water. His eyes squinted and his smile approached Han Hung's position.

Liu Shan, who had been standing at the stern of the boat, watched as he was still making a crazy test on the edge of death, his hands shivered, and the support in his hand almost didn't hold steady in the water.

The ghost knows how many times Liu Shan has been scolding Fang in his heart.

“My three friends like to be quiet, don't like to be disturbed, and please don't be too quiet about my three friends. ”

Han Hung is still angry that Fang was referring to Mung Huai earlier, so this time the tone of the opening was a little harsh, it was not welcome to refuse.

The first attempt failed, and he bowed his head and sank.

No lethargy or intrigue left immediately.

After a few seconds of bowing his head, Fang was raising his head again. He looked at the old woman, who was 10 centimeters thicker and more pale than a ghost face, and then shocked: “Sister, you are beautiful! You look so national, like some international female star I've seen in a movie! Sister, haven't we met somewhere, have we? ”

Pfft!

Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!

Because of the shock, the teeth bit Han Hung of his tongue, his hands covered his mouth, his eyes were glaring, his face shocked, horrified, unbelievably staring at the square.

The color of the ball!

Don't your conscience hurt when you open your eyes and talk nonsense into this world?