Here Lies The Wicked

At this point, square hands, play with two small objects.

One ear drop, respectively.

A mirror.

This is exactly what blue skinned little boys and deformed jumpsuits carry.

Fang looked silently at the two underarms in his hand.

For ease of distinction.

The two implants were temporarily given a name.

Sigher earrings.

Mirror of the inferior.

It is based on the experience of the Grievance Spirit that the name of the underworld is given.

From the name alone, it can be seen that the spirits of these two implants suffered tragically in their lifetime and were finally lured one step at a time into the abyss of humanity.

In addition, Square has a piece of rag in his squared hand.

Exactly that piece of fabric from the skirt on Gao Zhong's body.

It was decided to use the scent of fortune to find someone.

In fact, Fang Zheng also hesitated, whether to use two underarms first to find a third person who is good at using people's hearts to refine the dark underarms, or to go to Koshuk first to paint.

But in the end, Fang Zheng decided to go to Ko Sook first.

Gao Zhong left the corner of the skirt fragment and fell in the corner. It is likely that Gao Shu was in big trouble or danger, and a special death struggle occurred.

Therefore, after weighing it down, the party intends to first look for Koshuk paintings that are likely to be in danger.

And it's not the first time you're looking for someone with a scent of luck.

Is so-called rejuvenating and ripening twice.

Lucky.

Reinforce.

The flue gas rose again, but there was no one standing outside the window, and the window was empty.

Shortly afterwards, we saw Fang walking out of the room.

Running all the way.

The fussy cigarette in his hand, like an arrow, has been spreading in one direction, not in a cluttered direction.

Looking at the fragrance of fortune does work.

Fang Zhengyi.

I don't know if Ko Sook is still alive...

But soon, I was surprised to find out.

Lucky actually led him all the way to the engagement party venue.

But it is even more cautious that the whole tall family went up and down into darkness and couldn't even see the half light.

This leads to a quiet, bizarre night that adds a chilly, hidden sense of unease.

Fang Zheng calmly, calmly, with a scent of luck in his hand, continued to move forward. Along the way, he was cautious and had no direct choice of greedy shortcuts to jump on the roof to avoid exposing the orientation and becoming a live target.

About ten minutes.

When Fang arrived at the venue, under the white light of the cell phone flashlight, blood!

Blood on the ground!

The upside down tables and chairs, the stamped engagement banquet flowers on the floor, the broken dish fragments on the floor, the terrorized and overwhelmed table...

But the body of only one man could not be found.

The intense, bloody smell in the air disturbs every nerve of the human being.

There was a massacre here!

It's just that for some reason, the bodies are gone!

Square is the color of the gods.

Begin to enter the venue carefully.

Tap, tap... Blood runs across the floor, and some of the lowlands are filled with blood, and the soles of the shoes step out a bloody footprint.

Every step of the foot is lifted and the bottom of the shoe is glued together with sticky, dark red blood.

Depending on the degree of coagulation of the blood, the battle should be stopped shortly and should not exceed twenty minutes.

So what exactly is it that can dispose of a body so quickly?

“There was a massacre here 20 minutes ago, why did Ko Sook painting show up here?” One question just came to mind.

Then the corpse of the Wu family in the coffin was found.

The only person who exists here is the corpse of the Ugandan family, who have become dead.

“Was it a dead man in a coffin, dying, suddenly scamming a corpse, and then wiping out so many practitioners once? ”

Think so, pop!

Fang Zheng's cell phone looked at the body of the dead person in the coffin and slapped the dead person directly.

After slapping one ear, he threw his hand away.

Dead and rigid.

A slap on the dead is like a slap on the stone.

Hands are tough.

There are two totally different sensations than slapping a living person.

As a result, under the white light of the cell phone flashlight, the corpses of the Ugandan family, whose skin was pale and pale after death, were not provoked as expected.

Bang, bang! Pfft!

Fang Zheng slapped him again.

Whoever you are, you can't stand being slapped in the face, stimulating your self-esteem.

But the corpse in the coffin has been lying still.

is finally convinced of one thing.

The Wu family is indeed dead.

Just as he was looking away from the body of the dead man in the coffin, looking around the dark paint, when people thought, suddenly, there was a slight noise, and it entered the square ear.

Square eyes were sharp and sharp.

Eyes on.

Clicking, clicking, clicking...

There was a noise, a slight noise in the dark, the sound was hard to hear, unpleasant, and there was a disturbing feeling.

Raise your phone's flashlight to the right and shine a cold vertical light toward the sound.

It was an empty space on the edge of the engagement banquet hall, and the square phone glanced past and saw dozens of model figures standing there motionless.

“Hmm?”

Square frowned, he remembered very clearly that these model figures were not here.

The model figures are all very old.

In a strange position, the shape, the hands and feet are inverted, giving the illusion of suffering.

These are obviously model figures of the dead, all of them cold and cold.

But it's painful.

Combined with the feeling of old-fashioned colors, it gives people a shady, weird atmosphere.

And those tiny voices, they're coming from these agonizing modeling puppets of flipped hands and feet.

But seeing the body joints of these model figures is moving a little bit at a very slow rate!

Move slowly and purposelessly in the dark.

Just as the square phone shot past, it seemed to be stimulated by the light source, and the model figures whose hands and feet were inverted, brushed their heads to the right side.

That's when it happened!

The image changes in front of you.

Instead of standing in a chaotic, upside-down engagement ballroom, he stood in an old-fashioned practice room with a slightly more decorative style.

In the dance room, a beautiful girl of the age of a flower girl is practicing dancing.

The girl danced beautifully and lightly.

When girls dance, a pair of eyes from time to time look this way, a pair of students eager to be praised by the teacher and agree with the look.

She should take Fang's current position as her dance teacher.

Perhaps the girl was too eager to get her teacher's approval and praise. She jumped, distracted herself and eventually slipped down her feet, her head slammed to the ground and broke her neck instantly.

The head looks in the right direction, even if it dies, from a strange backward angle.