Here Lies The Wicked

In the reflection room, Fang suddenly recalls a detail.

“In this painting, when the Voldemort Print was applied, my acute perception caught traces of intense fluctuations of spiritual power in the air...”

“But my voodoo King Kong imprint, is detached from the secret book of martial arts, inspired by blood and true qi. ”

Square glance suddenly: "Yes! Must have something to do with luck! ”

“The way I practiced with this world was entirely two paths, and if the painter inspired spiritual or negative forces to cast my Voldemort Print, it would be the game card BUG! ”

Finally, thinking about the square of the reasons for this, my eyes lit up and I discovered a new way to make money!

He can paint the Kosher family to bankruptcy today as long as the Kosher family can afford the blood book.

This is the seventh cycle…

Eighth cycle…

The discovery of the new way of wealth, a wave of sliced leeks, has long forgotten the purpose of his coming here today.

Not in any hurry to break it out as soon as possible.

Perhaps others will be anxious to find a way to break the game, but on the odd number of Fang Zheng, Fang can't help but keep cycling.

Fang guessed that the “people” in this ancient painting should also be a way of painting the Gao family, able to clone others.

The pictorial descriptions in "Talking about Lethal Dynasty" refer to the devil wearing the human skin depicted with a colored pen, dressed as someone else, in order to achieve the purpose of cracking the belly and taking heart out.

I just don't know if it's an unlimited supply of paintings from this ancient painting.

The infinite supply side did not know, because after he had dried himself to death on the eleventh occasion, when he entered the ancient complex again, the ancient complex changed.

Originally supposed to be empty, there was no one in the quiet ancient complex, and suddenly a dog barked.

This sudden late-night dog bark made Fang want to move forward without a meal.

After listening carefully, the barking of the dog was actually coming from not far away, in the only ancient courtyard with a light on.

As the dog barked, it was seen in an empty house that should have been deserted. Under the light, it was clearly seen that someone was shaking.

Squeak.

The door opens.

Out of the inner house came an old man in a long black shirt.

The old man walked out of the house, his eyelids slightly lifted, and he saw just outside the door.

“Boy, old man, do I have a grudge against you?” The old man looked calmly at the moment standing outside the door with a knife in his hand.

“No.”

“Is that with the old man? ”

“Neither.”

“If you and the old man have no quarrel with me, why did you meet the old man with a knife when you met him?” The old man is referring to the ghost knife in Fang's hand at the moment.

I was waiting for an answer, and there was an old dog in the yard with a white beard, and I ran to the old man's feet with a few steps of panting.

Then he stretched his tongue out boneless and licked the old man's shoes on his knees.

The gaze moved.

I looked at an old man and an old dog in front of me, and I looked at the old man and the old house behind the dog, and I thought about it.

The questions of the elderly were not answered immediately.

“Boy, do you know what happened to the last guy who was so disrespectful to me? ”

“Why don't you let me get inside your stomach, old man?” Fang was finally taking the call, but his answer was clearly that the painting was wrong.

“ ”

“'Cause then I'll be a worm in your stomach, and I'll know what you think, old man.” Fang is clapping his hands, a copy should say so.

Old man: "…”

The elderly selectively ignored Fangzheng's mutated response and started talking to themselves.

“Old man, I rarely recall, the one who dared to come to my painting house and run over my house was an asshole, 80 years ago. ”

“It was also a late night like today, when a man of his own volition came along. Later, the old man pulled me out of the three souls and sealed me in a painting of the animal road, and made a watchdog of my Koo family. ”

“I promised him that if he could be a watchdog of my Painted Gao family, until the next time someone came to smash me into Painted Gao family, I would give him back his freedom, replace the old with a new person, and the new person would be the watchdog of my Painted Gao family. ”

As the old man spoke, the old dog with the white beard on the ground, kneeling and licking the old man's shoes became more diligent.

Encouragement is as humble as begging.

Listening to the old man, Fang was kneeling down as an old dog licking his dog.

The old man spoke and his fingertips were drawn in the heart of the old dog's skull brow, from the heart of the brow to the back of the tailbone.

A skinny male elderly man, naked, wrinkled with old citrus, hungry and skinny with white hair and beard, had a hard time drilling out of the old dog's painting skin.

Such a young age seems to be a hundred years old.

Even walking a few steps is exhausting.

He's really too old.

Even because of the perennial seal on the dog's skin, the body is curled all the time, and the skeletal deformity, the hunchback.

Though it is only the shadow of man, it is not flesh.

But being imprisoned in a dog's skin for years, for as long as 80 years at a time, even the shadow can't help but cause some distortion.

“Shu, how many years have you been with me? ”

“Back, back to my lord, I, I have been following you since I was forty years old… I am one hundred and thirty-three years old today, and I am about eighty-three years old… ”

Perhaps because of his perennial incarceration in animal paintings, his loss of human mobility and his failure to speak for more than eighty years, it made it extremely difficult for the skinny old man to speak. Intermittent speech, some words unclear, sounds extremely strenuous.

“Eighty-three years. That's fast, Xu. So tell me, how have I been treating you every day for the past 83 years?” The old man in a black shirt looked at the void, his eyes peeling and his memories.

“Adults have never scolded me once, looking at me as if I were out.” Little, skinny old men still have a hard time talking and are intermittent.

“No, I've never treated you like you were, you're just a dog I had when I was bored, to spend time with. ”

The slender old man's body trembled violently. He looked at the old man in the black shirt in awe. He seemed to recall something terrible that had happened for more than eighty years. He bowed his head and Weinono knelt beside the old man's feet in the black shirt.

“My lord, my lord says… yes. ”

“I, just, grown-ups have a... pet dog, guard dog. ”

The voice is endlessly bitter, helpless, painful, sad, desolate, but only afraid of a little resentment and resistance.

“Not bad. You look old and confused, and you know it. ”

“I promised you that if I were to be a dog of the Peugeot family, I would give you back your freedom, and I would live up to my promise 83 years ago today. ”

“Thank you, my lord! Thank you, My Lord!” Totally domesticated, depressed in the bones, and kneeling on the ground, the skinny old man thanked Zero.

“But life is inevitable. Death is inescapable!” The old man's voice in the black shirt was suddenly cold.

“Two waves of people hit me today to paint the Gao family. You are too old, your ears are too far back, you can't even see your eyes clearly. It took so long to realize that you were still the watchdog of my Gao family at the age of one hundred and thirty-three. It is really too difficult for you. ”

The skinny old man had not had time to look up and beg for forgiveness, and had been slapped straight into nothingness.

Afterwards, the old man in black looked at the young and strong one: “This time it's your turn. ”

“You have a lot of blood, and you have a bit of silly energy. I just need a tiger who will work hard as a seed. You can be my tiger of the Gao family and seed my tiger of the Gao family. ”