Here Lies The Wicked

The sound of the car engine broke the calm of the night and finally stopped at the entrance of the village in Dragon head lake village.

There was an old locust tree at the entrance of the village.

It was almost nine o' clock in the evening.

"Thank you, thank you for your hard work." Fang Zheng thanked him.

Then the suv turned around and the glaring high beam shone tens of meters away and began to follow the original path back.

The car belonged to the "Supernatural investigation bureau" and was responsible for his trip to Dragon head lake village.

When they passed the mental test, those from the "Bureau" did not have much difficulty with their passengers, and they also arranged free transportation for the rest of the journey.

Everyone was not hurt, except after being tampered with their memories, everyone revealed the nervousness and trembling that they should have felt after the car accident.

At this time of night, the village entrance was deserted, only Fang Zheng was alone.

Fang Zheng did not ask A Local Tyrant dong to wait for him at the entrance of the village. The world was getting weirder and weirder, so he tried not to go out at night.

Fang Zheng took out his home-made magic machine. First, he turned on the flashlight app to act as a lighting device. Then, according to the address on the text message Local Tyrant sent him, he looked for the villager's house that the crew had booked.

Just as Fang Zheng entered the village, he had just turned an intersection when he saw a dark shadow in front of a house, constantly digging holes.

When he came closer, he saw a black dog in front of the family's house, digging holes.

It seemed that the black dog had been digging a hole for a long time and had already dug a basin the size of a washbasin at the door of the family.

There are two things you can't do in the countryside:

Dig the graves of the dead and kick the widow's door.

There are two more taboos:

The black dog cried and dug a hole.

If the black dog cried in the grave and dug a hole, it meant that the family had not just died, there must be a person who was going to die, that is, there must be a person who died before and after.

This is called borrowing a breath of yang qi.

And this borrowing, is borrowing without repayment.

Fang Zheng frowned. He did not expect to encounter the black dog digging pit as soon as he entered the village. He carefully sensed the sound of people moving in the surrounding farmers' homes. It should be a unique phenomenon, not a group event.

He was really a little neurotic because of that hundred-year-old ghost from Gujing village.

Afraid of another dream... I can't get out of here.

The black dog did not seem to notice Fang Zheng at close range. His front paws were still digging holes. He turned a blind eye to strangers approaching, but kept digging holes in front of the door... It was evil, and its eyes were green. It was not the light reflected by the eyes of cats and dogs at night, but... Greedy green light like a starving ghost.

Aww, aww, aww... Suddenly, under the quiet night, it was as if a dog had its tail clipped by the door, and a sharp, piercing howl of a big dog sounded. At that moment, many families who had turned off the lights and rested immediately turned on the lights. Was there a burglar in the middle of the night?

However, when she left the house, she found nothing.

Each other's neighbors asked each other about the situation, and no family had been robbed, so they thought that the dog did not watch or the wild dog entered the village, so they did not take it seriously and went back to rest.

Fang Zheng did not spend much time finding Local Tyrant's place.

This was an ordinary villager's house. A Local Tyrant dong had mentioned to him on the phone that he had rented an empty room for 200 a day.

He had followed the crew into Dragon head lake village for almost ten days, which meant that he had already spent more than two thousand yuan, which was equivalent to half the monthly salary of an ordinary white-collar worker.

Then Fang Zheng called Local Tyrant and said he was at the door.

Not long after, someone came out to open the door. It was Local Tyrant who opened the door for him. Before he resigned, his old colleague, who had the deepest friendship at work, was there.

This was a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes and a strong body, with a white and clean skin.

At a height of 190 centimeters, even in the north, he was a towering figure, not to mention a giant standing out from the crowd in the south of the coast.

In any case, throwing Local Tyrant into the crowd was definitely not an ordinary person who annihilated the masses.

No wonder old master A Local Tyrant boasted his name to outsiders. Lv Dong, Lv Bu's lu, east of sunrise, his body did have some capital.

"Haha, Fang Fang, but I'm finally looking forward to your arrival." Local Tyrant gave him a warm hug.

"I heard about your car accident on the phone, and I was worried all day. If you hadn't stopped me and said you weren't in trouble, I would have driven straight to you."

Of course, you have to complete the fake play.

Since Fang Zheng had been "Successfully tampered with his memory," it was natural for him to make it sound like a real story on the phone, saying that he might be late in a car accident.

"Hey, Fang Fang, you're so polite when you're here. You brought dog meat to your house?"

Fang Zheng's left hand was like an iron clip around the neck of a black dog.

The black dog was still alive, but it had rolled its eyes, breathed more and breathed less, and was strangled for a long time to make it difficult to breathe.

Fang Zheng's expression was strange, "This is a wild dog that eats rotting meat especially in the graveyard. Are you sure you want to eat its dog meat?"

Damn!

Local Tyrant's hair stood on end. He quickly said you didn't mean to scare me, did you?

Fang Zheng: "Is it good for me to lie to you?"

Click.

Fang Zheng broke the black dog's neck with all his strength as he entered the door.

Fang Zheng was stunned and then delighted.

I didn't expect to find such a bargain the moment I entered the village.

It seems that when the day comes tomorrow, the villagers will be checked to see if there are any abnormalities, and there will be consequences, beginning and end.

"Tomorrow we'll find a place to bury this black dog's body so that it won't be picked up and stewed into dog meat. If you get food poisoning, you'd better not eat this wild dog meat." As Fang Zheng spoke, he asked if anything strange had happened in Dragon head lake village recently.

Local Tyrant said disapprovingly, "Isn't it strange that there are endless variety of game in this mountain every day?"

Next, the two of them got together.

The two of them drank until two or three o' clock in the night before Local Tyrant fell drunk and mumbled some nonsense.

It was said that there would be a guest role on the set tomorrow, and he would finally be able to meet his goddess, Ye Qianqi.

When Fang Zheng carried Local Tyrant onto the bed and walked out of Local Tyrant's room, it was after three o' clock.

Then Fang Zheng walked back to his room.

Local Tyrant rented a total of two empty rooms in the villager's house, one of which was him.

After returning to his room, Fang Zheng finally had time to take out the Human Skin scriptures and study them.

There was so much going on that day that he had not studied the bright green rune in the Human Skin scriptures.

But after studying for about ten or twenty minutes, they still couldn't figure out the specific use of the green rune.

"Can it also strengthen the fake secret book?"

"Or, green runes are the units of measurement of ordinary runes, such as how many ordinary runes a green rune is equal to, just like the copper coin and gold coin currency system? If that's the case, I don't know if I can break it up..."

As soon as Fang Zheng thought about it, the green rune changed and began to fade away...

At the same time, ordinary runes are gradually lit up, + 1, + 1, + 1 ...

+ 1, + 1 ...

Mud and coal!

But instead of being surprised, Fang Zheng let out a wail.

Blood loss!

Breaking the green suit into white board equipment was a bloody business. Perhaps he could strengthen a higher level of fake secret book by keeping the green rune?

For example, the taoist spells like the five thunders curse, the deity extinguishing curse, and the evil breaking curse, which he left at home to eat ashes, needed green runes to strengthen them.

Who knows when he will get the green rune again?

This time, a hundred-year-old female ghost almost caused him to overturn his boat in a ditch. How difficult it was to get!

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