Here Lies The Wicked

I don't know, the old man in the black was pissed off for a second.

“You really want to rob me of what Zhang Zaojin brought out of Cut Head Village! ”

“That thing is mine! ”

“Kill you, that thing is mine! ”

The elderly man in the black shirt, with a low roar, threw away the dead villagers he had been holding in his hand, left the dead villagers alone, and slaughtered them in the right direction.

A few meters away, in an instant.

Ta-da!

In the silent mountain forest, a sudden burst of ancient brake clock impact sounded loud and deaf.

Even a circle of naked visible shock waves swept through the mountain forest.

A circle of trees and green bamboo is pressed outward by the shock wave.

“Too light to break my protective gold clock cover! ”

Then, the old man in black shirt, who was right in front of him, fought back.

The old man in the black wants to hide, he's in a temper illusion!

Voldemort Vajra!

Knock!

The elderly man in black shirt was shapeless and cracked. He was printed in the middle of the sky with a square fist in the shape of a U. The sternum, invisible under the skin, had been crushed and broken.

Even under the black shirt, the flesh in front of the chest, a scorched black spot, the flesh lost its activity.

It was really damaged by the heat in the square.

But don't wait for the body of the old man in black to fly out, the hand is like electricity, already grabbed the former's calf, bang!

Drop your body and hit the floor.

Break an ancient tree and smash a deep hole in the ground.

Crush!

It's just crushing!

After only two moves, the elderly man in black shirt was seriously injured, and the man lay still in the pit.

“As I said, I really just came to find someone named Zhang Shuren. Why is it that the more people tell the truth these days, the more nobody believes me? ”

At this time, the old man in the black shirt was being pulled out of the dirt pit. One hand was like a giant, weird tiger clamp. The old man in the black shirt was tied around his neck.

“Tell me, what exactly are you looking for? ”

“Has Zhang Zaojin been in the village of Shuangtou? ”

Fang is forcing the seriously injured old man in black.

“Mine, mine, what's in the village can only be mine!” The old man in black is just talking to himself over and over.

“Hmm? Just an empty shell? ”

Under the sight of the enemy, the elderly man in black shirt lost no secrets in front of Fang, and found that it was just an empty shell with no flesh.

Just as Fang was preparing to investigate carefully, the old man in black who had been pinched by him and was talking to himself, seemed greatly stimulated and suddenly screamed sharply.

I saw a little black man with a strange bird's head, rushing out of the sky lid and flying in a fierce mood to the right frown.

It's a ghost plan!

In such close proximity, to be replaced by ordinary people, you may really be mesmerized by the elderly in black shirts and suddenly succeeded in the sneak attack.

But with Fangzheng's true breath, everything changed into a ridiculous trick.

SPECIAL SOUL QUALITY +1 from elderly people in black shirts.

Fang Zheng loosened his hand and threw away the soft corpse in his hand. He was also avenged for the innocent Li Xixi.

Afterwards, Fang gazed and looked down on the ground. Silly enough not to know to escape, it was like a dead villager who had lost his soul.

“The old man's shell shouldn't be his own, it should be just a split body, I should have just killed just one of the souls, behind the scenes is the real one... I just don't know why the old man wanted to catch this dead villager? ”

“At a certain level, people will never be bored enough to do meaningless things, like the rich will never be rich in front of the beggars, the elephants will not look down at the ants under their feet, unless, what secret is hidden from this dead villager? ”

Fang Zheng is the eyes of the first child, and he is really trying to find something from the foolish villagers who don't know how to react.

But soon you'll know you're useless.

It's just an apparently normal corpse.

Where the hell did this dead villager come from? At first, he didn't notice?

Fang is grabbing the dead villagers and searching for fruitless circles in the mountain forest. Except for some scattered car fragments, nothing abnormal was found.

And by this time, it's 3: 00 in the morning.

Summer day and night are short, another hour, fish belly will appear at 4: 00 am, soon it will be dawn, the party is grabbing the dead villagers, intending to return to the provincial road first.

Everything is fine on the provincial highway.

Not exactly as Fang thought, he grabbed a dead villager in his hand and could enter the beheaded village that had been erased from the map.

Late in the morning, the mountains rose with a faint fog. One of them stood on the provincial road in the middle of the night, gazing at the quiet mountain road in the middle of the night.

He also had in his possession a foolish dead villager who didn't know how to resist.

“According to Zhang Zuoren, he entered the village because of accidental hit… Is there any possibility that Zhang Zuoren did not accidentally hit the village but died in a car accident, or was seriously injured in a car accident, and his vital signs were weakest before he saw the vanishing ghost village? ”

The more you think about it, the more you think about it.

Because this is not the first time he's been in this situation, the most recent time he's been in a similar situation under that huge grave bag in Siam Ford.

Thinking about it, the party is beginning to converge its breath and reduce its life magnetic field activity.

"Mingyu Gong" itself has a restrained breath, no leakage of body effect.

Not to mention, it's been deduced through the human skin scriptures and merged with other divine powers. So it's conceivable that this convergence is only strong.

Gradually.

Fang began to feel that he was the only one wandering around the mountain road provincial road in the middle of the night. The atmosphere in the air began to change and became a little wrong.

I don't know when the moon hanging over my head will turn into a furry moon.

Rural elders have six taboos on walking at night:

Blackhead in January, Mao Moon doesn't go out.

No whistle.

Three nights on the road don't look back.

Do not wander or linger for long periods of time at forks, as crossings are generally a deadly place.

Don't wear red clothes on the five night streets.

Six do not pick up anything on the ground, especially banknotes, wallets and photographs that have been thrown at the intersection.

……

When you look up at the moon on a bright moon sky, you will have a hazy feeling across the layer of bristle glass, which is easy to smash into and wrap around something that is unclean.

Of course, these are feudal superstitions of older generations that can be explained scientifically and rationally in modern times.

The Ancient people said that Mao Moon did not go out because ancient traffic was underdeveloped, all backward and ruined pavement, the road conditions were complicated, plus the Ancient people had no street lights, and the night line of sight was poor, so it was easy to go out at night.

And I don't know if it's a coincidence that the moon suddenly appeared? Coincidence?

“No, no, the graves of Liu's four granddaughters-in-law have been shaved! ”

“The graves of Liu's four granddaughters-in-law have been ripped open! ”

All of a sudden, there was a figure running up ahead, shouting and shouting.