Here Lies The Wicked

Even with a broken neck.

But the girl's longing to be recognized by the teacher, still unchanged, still stared dead in the right direction.

That's where her former teacher stood.

Fang did not speak.

He's curious to measure this studio.

“Is it another underwater device? ”

“This is the memory playback of the Underworld Grieving Spirit? Or was I dragged into the spiritual world by an undercover grieving spirit? ”

Fang is starting to get curious in the dance room.

The young girl, who fell to the ground and broke her neck, looked forward to her eyes and spun with a strange twist, always staring dead at the square and not leaving the correct body.

The desire to encourage and praise the eyes, if they appear on the living, is understandable and can earn a lot of sympathy points.

It can appear on dead people who break their necks, which makes people feel a little chilly.

Sasha...

Fingernails and white socks rub gently on the smooth wooden boards of the studio, making a slight noise.

The girl who broke her neck and began to climb out of the ground after a long time of not being praised by the "teacher", repeated the previous dance.

Just...

Because I broke my neck.

Her face facing the back, her back head facing the chest, this is the real “turn around”, her picture dancing weirdly, but because her face is behind, her hands and feet facing forward, her dance is extremely uncoordinated.

Knock!

Knock!

The dancing young girl began to brutally break her hands and feet, and finally, her hands and feet turned around, finally following her face in one direction.

The happier the girl jumps, the happier she is.

Both eyes have been staring at their “teachers”.

Desiring to be praised and recognized, the gaze of anticipation is getting fanatical, crazy, and has come close to a pathological obsession.

“Everyone wants their hard work and sweat to be recognized by the people around them, eager to stand under the spotlight stage and be the focus of all the applause. ”

“You just want a simple compliment from your teacher that will inspire and encourage you on your way forward. ”

A blurred man pushed open the soundproofing door of the practice room, and he stood tall, like a black tower blocking the whole door.

Provides a sense of oppression.

And under the overhead incandescent lamp, cast a long shadow over the obsolete studio.

His voice continues.

“But why is it so hard to praise the teacher? ”

“Is it because you're not trying hard enough? ”

“You know very well that you work harder than anyone, work harder and give harder overnight, sweat and perseverance day after day, you are like a lost boat that loses its goal to move forward in the ocean, and you yearn for encouragement from the outside to regain hope of moving forward. ”

“But in this world, no one applauds you, no one praises you. You're all dead, and nobody applauds you. ”

“Just because the world is indifferent, stingy and prejudiced. ”

“Are you dissatisfied? ”

“Do you blame the injustice of this world? ”

“Are you complaining about your arms? ”

“Are you jealous? ”

“I can give you a chance to get back on your feet and dance, where you will have countless audiences and applause...”

The dancing girl, whose hands and feet had been inverted for a long time without praise, began to be swallowed up by the negative emotions in her eyes, and finally only resentment remained in her eyes.

She turned her hands and feet from a strange angle, looking forward to another pair of resentful eyes, she stared at herself “teacher”, as she continued to dance, staring dead at “teacher”.

Getting closer and closer to Teacher.

Spiritual martial arts!

Monkey view!

Psychological weapons!

Zulu!

A blue light breaks the darkness, like nine days of thunderbolting and blowing up nine ghosts, Pong! Pong, Pong! The floor mirrors on the four walls of the dance room cannot withstand the hegemony of this knife, the fierce smell and the blast of sound.

Pfft!

The girl, whose hands and feet were inverted, was split in two by a mental weapon from the middle of her body.

Speak up and do it.

Without dragging mud with water.

Zzzzz!

The vertically split wound area, such as the burning, peeling and removal of paper scraps, a piece of black grey like the ashes of paper scraps, prevents the shadow from healing and recovering.

Girls struggle in pain, growl.

Full of resentment, let her ignore everything, two full bodies pounding toward the returning monkey with a knife.

A fire tree behind the monkey, the bear burns.

Like the world's hottest torch.

An elephant of the monkey pulled the onion upside down, and the fire tree behind him directly suppressed half of the female body.

Then cut it out with a knife in the back.

Pfft!

Psychological weapons pinned the other half of the woman's body to the ground with precision.

The painfully roaring half of the woman's body on the ground, she tried to pull her hand out of the knife, but the wound and the skin on her hand, touching the knife, appeared like ashes of paper scraps and a piece of black grey came off.

As for the other half of the woman's body, it was also suppressed not far away by the fire tree, and burned by the erythema smell on the fire tree.

The smell of erythema on this tree is not fictitious.

Instead, Fang is riding the anodically shady daily noon, practicing diligently and practicing the gains.

Loneliness and loneliness do not last long.

It is only at noon that the shadow of man can absorb the fires of the sun and create the Red Yang god.

The essence of this fire tree is the red-yang smell contaminated by the soul of the square god.

Monkey approached half the woman nailed to the ground by a machete and grabbed the handle, Zulu!

A blue arc erupted.

The knife is shining.

Half the woman on the ground was completely hanged into black grey, under a blue arc, bang!

It blew up black and grey.

+1 Green Special Soul Qi from the model doll.

This time, the Devil Spirit of the Underworld, is the easiest of the three.

Under the constant stimulus of an underwater dungeon, Fang was exhausting everything. Even he did not know how strong his soul was.

Especially since he was constructed from grave-keeper coffin boards with no adverse mental weapons.

At least a normal night trip makes it impossible to carry a knife.

The way in which the Pluto drags the human soul into the spiritual world is attacked, right in front of it, is tantamount to suicide.

As Fang is killing the evil spirit of the underworld and the spiritual world disappears in front of him, Fang is discovering that dozens of model figures in front of him have disappeared.

There is only one vehicle left on the ground.

That's a model doll.

Fang Zhengzheng breathed into the ghost knife, the red knife light, incinerated the model figure on the ground. Although the grievance spirit is dead, it must not fall into the hands of others with other intentions.

But just as the underwater device had just been eliminated, there was a sudden explosion of a flaming column under the night.

The flames of the bear directly reflected the red side of the night sky, as if blood stained the sky, the scarlet, the appalling.

Boom!

Boom!

Two more flaming columns exploded, and in the light of the bear, it seemed as if the ground was shaking and the mountains were trembling.

Powerful!

Shake the mountain!

Fang Zheng gazed late towards the fire direction, Gao family changed so long, he finally met a living person, so much movement, who could the other party be?