Here Lies The Wicked

Fang doesn't know how the Mountain King did it.

When he met Liu Shan, 72 ghost doors were closed all the way out, and the unknown monster did not come aboard.

Instead, Liu Shan was almost scared to bite his tongue and his eyes were as big as a copper bell.

He knows the coffin board!

It's the 72 ghost gates closed, the red coffins their families have been afraid to come near for generations!

But he saw something!

I can't believe my eyes!

“Uh! Little brother, did you come in here to shut down 72 ghosts... just to grab a coffin board? ”

Liu Shan was terrified.

……

Because of the blood on the boat, Liu Shan didn't dare rush ashore, afraid of causing himself trouble, so he turned off the noisy diesel engine and quietly landed.

This is a small pier known only to the local villagers for its temporary docking, not the one on which Fang originally boarded the boat.

At night, the boat docked slowly.

Looking at the shoulder-borne coffin board, Liu Shan made a suggestion. If the square is not convenient to take the coffin board away, he can secretly find the villagers to take the square with tractor.

Fang Zheng thanked Liu Shan for his kindness. After saying goodbye, he carried the heavy coffin plate directly. Light Ruhong Yu's quickly disappeared at the end of the night.

Thanks also to Liu Shan's caution and caution.

Fang looked back at the far side of the river embankment, under the night, where the police car lights flashed, under the pitch of darkness.

It seems that there are villagers calling the police. After all, there has been a homicide. It is difficult not to alarm the civilian police in such a big way.

Because the coffin board was too conspicuous, it was difficult to transport by means of transportation. Fang Zheng did not have a B2 driver's license, he could not drive the truck by himself. He drilled into the old forest in the deep mountains. He was in a real state of purity and persisted. He listened to the wind in his ears and whistled. He ran straight into the mountains and went straight to the city.

……

……

Municipality.

Old street.

Because of Fang Zheng's temporary business today, the clothes were taken to the Old Street by Kawakawa Sheep.

Fangzheng still believes in the strength of the river spectrum sheep.

Today's old street, as calm as ever, Mr. Fook still squatted in front of the door and burned the paper money he had previously owed.

The butcher Zhang still has pig's ears in the wine.

Today's Zhang butcher's pork head is changed to pig's ear, and the pork head is easy to get tired of eating too much.

The clothes were next to the left thousand households, with a tiny little carving knife, understanding, seriously engraving the wood in her hand, she is now engraving a little raccoon.

Instead, it was Kawakawa Sheep and Black. Today, they squatted in front of a fake bookstore and didn't blink and stare at the street.

A single woman embroidered shoes were thrown on the street.

The day has passed.

Embroidered shoes are still on the street and nobody picks them up.

Where Mr. Fook left off last night, he is still there, so many pedestrians passing by during the day, no one is curious to move or pick up shoes.

It's all a little crazy to say.

As if it were such a prominent embroidered shoe that no one could see it.

“Why do my old sheep always feel that the more I want to do this, the more unreliable it is. It's not that my old sheep don't trust Mr. Fu's ability, but the sheep also lose their hooves, the mother mosquitoes don't drink blood, and the yellow dishes have seven gourd dolls. ”

Between the river spectrum sheep and the little black, there is a potted plant, the seedlings in it thrive, now there is a rice rod, after which the green grain wheat ear is formed.

However, all of them spoke to themselves, coldly arrogant as the little queen's little black, lazy to look at the river spectrum sheep.

It fears that it will follow to become a scepter like Fangzheng.

That's it, a dozen more minutes passed.

It's getting darker at night.

Looking at the dawn in more than an hour, he was focusing on engraving the little raccoon's clothes in the store and turned around and looked out the store door.

Seeing Fang Zheng still didn't come back, the little guy's eyes lit up, dimmed a few points, that was a lost emotion.

Fang Zheng never came back, little guy is worried about Fang Zheng, and at the same time, is an irreducible attachment.

At this moment, in front of the underworld store.

Looking at the sky was about to shine, Mr. Fu burned the paper money Yuanbao, packed the copper pot and returned to the store. Before entering the underworld store, Mr. Fu looked back at the embroidered shoes on the street and then walked into the underworld store.

Mr. Fu had just walked into the store, and suddenly, there was a shock and scream from outside the door!

The sound is broken!

It's like seeing something amazing!

“Shepherd, where did you fly today to hang a cactus board? This cactus board smells like milk! ”

Before turning around, Mr. Fook had seen Zhang Butcher facing out the door, holding a glass of wine in his hand.

That look, like being stunned by something.

Mr. Fook turned around and then saw that he had been missing all night, standing outside the door with a heavy coffin plate on his shoulder.

The point is not the coffin board.

Instead, Mr. Fu thought that the coffin plate in front of him was somewhat familiar, the practitioner had not forgotten, and Mr. Fu quickly recognized where the coffin plate in front of him came from.

So this is what happens.

Mr. Fu: “…”

Butcher Zhang: “…”

Two-faced pussy.

How much vengeance does this guy have?

Kill the tomb keeper's lair so soon?

Is this to bring back the interest and grab a coffin board?

“You... closed 72 ghost gates?” Zhang Butcher, an apathetic rectal man, looked suspiciously at the coffin plate carried back on Fang's shoulder.

After the questioning, Zhang Butcher's expression on his face regained the calm of his past days, and asked calmly: “Have you seen Zhen Shan Wang? ”

Boom!

Right at this time, put down the coffin plate in your hand, and the thick coffin plate landed directly making a dull noise.

Fang Zhengshan said with a harmless smile: "Zhenshan King is a kind and welcoming old man, not only a hospitality, but also gave me a coffin board, said to let me choose freely, choose freely. I said no, Zhenshan Wang still had to give me a dead stuffed animal, said he was a tomb keeper. If he didn't have anything good to give away, he gave me a coffin board as a 'cultural artwork'. ”

“Then I said I was more of a bed reader. If Zhenshan Wang had to give me a 'cultural artwork' coffin board, I would pick a familiar one, so I have this coffin board in front of you. ”

The river spectrum sheep beside him heard rumors and started yelling. He was also going to close 72 ghost gates as a guest!

It also wants a milky coffin board!

Mr. Fu: “…”

Butcher Zhang: “…”

At this time, when I heard the next door movement, I also came to the left thousand households: “…"

At this time, the clothes also joyfully ran out, hugging the square, squarely touching the little guy's little head.

Mr. Fu, Zhang Butcher, Left Chicken family naturally don't believe in the right bullshit. Open the door directly to ask Fang Zheng, bring a coffin board, what exactly is the use?

They all know that Fang is never the loser.

No 72 ghost doors will be shut for no reason.