Here Lies The Wicked

Fang Zheng was shocked.

He immediately clicked on the mummy post and saw the 404 divine beast.

Instead, he clicked on the post about the ancient site of the greek temple, and it was finally 404 this time.

One photo after another, with high resolution, showed the photographer at the scene and a large number of stranded tourists marching in the local city.

The parade included asian-european and non-human tourists from all over the world.

Fang Zheng's face became serious.

As he scrolled through the forum page, he zoomed in on the images from time to time and quickly flipped to the second floor. On the second and third floors, two videos were placed on each of the posts.

Both videos were of protest marches.

At this moment, the local city had already been fully guarded, and even riot police had cast up human walls on the streets to prevent the parade from spreading to other streets. The scene was once chaotic.

The videographer may not be professional, and the camera lens swayed in all sorts of ways. Almost half of the camera lens swayed in the running, so the clarity could be imagined.

Fang Zheng continued scrolling down and found that there weren't many replies. It was possible that the wall-climbing gods were very noble, and in any case, they were all men who had mastered the divinity, so they were very reserved.

No one called for old iron's support, so double click on it.

No one called old tie 666.

Suddenly, the host on the 11th floor replied and caught Fang Zheng's attention.

According to the reply of the post owner, the governments of various countries have now arranged for the special plane specialists to pick up the stranded tourists in the local cities. But this is not the point. The point is that the local government has begun to withdraw all the overseas chinese.

The governments of various countries have issued documents to major tourism agencies to withdraw all overseas chinese and ban all local tourism projects.

"Overseas chinese?"

Fang Zheng did not know why, when he saw the word "Emigration," his back suddenly became cold, and his hair was a little creepy.

At this moment, a photo of the airport was taken casually in the post owner's reply, which caught Fang Zheng's eye.

He held his cell phone in his hand, his eyes fixed on the photo.

He won't admit his mistake!

A few of the workers who were sent out by those countries to evacuate the overseas chinese had a very special temperament, like a bright moon in the dust and a torch in the dark.

This is the unique temperament that can only be nurtured by a person of cultivation. Between the cultivators, like magnets, one could see the difference in the temperament of the other at a glance. Fang Zheng could recognize the temperament of these people at a glance. They were the same kind of people as the "Supernatural investigation bureau."

Instantly, her scalp exploded.

Evacuate the overseas chinese...

Supernatural investigation bureau...

The ancient site of the greek temple...

Stop all local tourism projects...

Fang Zheng frowned and thought hard.

Therefore, sometimes born as an ordinary civilian, this is a bit painful, there is no intelligence source in his hands, and he risked his life to raise his head, but could only be at ease in front of the well.

Fang Zheng continued to browse the forum posts, but there were no more valuable posts. It was estimated that the valuable posts were already 404.

There was no need to wait for him to search one by one.

After browsing for 20 or 30 minutes, Fang Zheng put down his phone and rubbed his temples.

It's a bad habit to look down at your phone for a long time.

However, the matter of withdrawing overseas chinese also reminded Fang Zheng once again. He must not be satisfied with the fact that he had just become rich overnight.

The world was as calm as a raging lake.

At present, the situation of heaven and earth is still under the control of various countries, and the more so, the more should be developed as soon as possible in the early stages to cope with the more bizarre changes in heaven and earth in the future.

Fang Zheng picked up his domestic machine and landed on a treasure.

Search the store [ retired life of the leader of the martial arts alliance ].

Fang Zheng: president of the martial arts league, did you find any spiritual martial arts for me last time?

It was already the fourth day, and the boss didn't reply.

Ding dong~

Automatic reply: dear, our default delivery is four to one.

Fang Zheng:??

[ Leader of martial arts ]: sorry to keep you waiting. I've been dragging my feet for the past few days, and I finally managed to find this spiritual martial art for you. Brother, are you sure you want the secret book of spiritual martial arts?

After all, this is the most vulnerable part of the human brain, and most people don't dare to buy this...

Fang Zheng: it's okay. I bought twelve secret manuals from my boss's shop last time. I'm very satisfied with the result of my cultivation. The honest management of the boss reassured me, so I came back to be the boss's repeat customer.

[ Leader of martial arts ]:??

Brother, you didn't touch the porcelain on the internet, did you?

Fang Zheng:??

[ Leader of the martial arts ]: I have said beforehand that my spiritual martial arts is a little special. If there are any consequences after training, this shop will not be responsible.

Soon, he and his boss finalized the delivery time. Today, the coastal provinces will be able to arrive tomorrow.

Fang Zheng repeatedly told him that he was in a hurry and asked the boss to send it today.

By the way, Fang Zheng picked up a few more books on the cultivation of the body.

Of course, the above is all fake! Fake! Fake!

Say something important three times.

Just as Fang Zheng was about to quit his phone, a local news report from Zhou city came through the front page of his phone.

[ Tongjiang bridge has been reopened!! ]

Fang Zheng was stunned, then quickly clicked on the headline and glanced at it. It was mostly official endorsement news. Fang Zheng quickly found important information, and Tongjiang bridge resumed traffic today...

"Does that mean... That Tongjiang bridge is completely safe? Completely cleaned up?"

Fang Zheng immediately thought of the key point.

He had been in seclusion for the past few days, and there was a lot of outside news that had been kept out of the way, so much so that he did not know that such a big change had taken place outside.

Since the headline was officially endorsed, it was probably true. Tongjiang bridge would never have returned to normal traffic if it had not been 100 % certain. After all, if there were another accident, it would have involved more classes.

Fang Zheng thought for a moment, then went straight out.

Planning to take a closer look at Tongjiang bridge, maybe even get lucky again and get the windfall money?

After all, the night of the explosion, the astonishing momentum, still some vividly remembered.

Go out.

Take a taxi.

Thirty or forty minutes later, when the internet arranged for the car to drive to the end of Tongjiang bridge, Fang Zheng did not collect any gray air.

Even the "Supernatural investigation bureau" didn't see a single person.

It seemed that the explosion a few days ago, under the collective silence of the media, was quickly gossiped by various celebrities every day, the latest news, so that the public quickly forgot the news a few days ago.

The trolley got off Tongjiang bridge and gradually left the city of Zhou city. So, Fang Zheng asked the driver of the contract car to turn around again and return to zhou city.

Just as the trolley turned sideways, Fang Zheng was taken aback when he saw the wider world beyond Zhou city.

"Even in the city of zhou, supernatural events happen frequently, and even there is a corpse king. What will happen to the villages outside of Zhou city and the small villages in the deep mountains and forests?"

Fang Zheng's heart sank when he thought of it.

He thought of a netizen post he saw the night the blue blood moon arrived...

Deep in the mountains, a bride mysteriously died and then mysteriously appeared in the coffins of another family in the same village...

Fang Zheng's heart suddenly felt a little oppressed, heavy, like a stone. It suffocated him a little.

As she pondered, the scenery outside the window quickly retreated.

When the car entered the city, his heart felt a little depressed. Fang Zheng, who was heavy, let the driver of the car stop in the middle of the road, and then he walked home, intending to relax.

At this time, the sun was setting and the sky was getting darker. The fire clouds were like human blood, scarlet, scarlet.

It was a chilly sunset without any temperature.

But soon, a few black lines appeared on Fang Zheng's forehead, and this stupid internet car actually put him in front of a foot bath shop.

Fang Zheng, who was feeling a little depressed, couldn't help but think of a short story about a $ 100 relationship.

We met on the side of the road. I passed by her house, and when I saw her, she saw me too, and I felt love at first sight. I went to her house to spend half an hour with her, but then I found out that we weren't suitable, so I broke up, and I gave her a hundred yuan breakup fee.

Just then, Fang Zheng's phone suddenly rang.

The caller said it was Local Tyrant.

"Fang Fang, the last time I talked about a movie, I was more than a group act..."

Dudu, Fang Zheng hung up with a dark face.

"Wojian, stop rolling..."

Beep, another busy tone.

"I'll send you the address directly via wechat. It's a little far. It's in a reservoir deep in the mountains!" Local Tyrant finally learned to be smart. This time, he was straight to the point and said with gritted teeth.

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