Here Lies The Wicked

All of a sudden, there were footsteps and panicked voices in the village...

The village was not big, and many villagers were soon woken up.

Ten minutes later, Fang Zheng realized that something had happened to the family that had been dug by the black dog.

I don't know if it was because of the continuous landslides, causing a big movement, shocked the pregnant woman's fetal qi, the pregnant woman actually delivered a month early.

In the previous village, it was the pregnant man who ran frantically to borrow a car from the crew, hoping to send his wife to the village hospital.

As a poor village in the mountains, Dragon head lake village was considered a wealthy family for ordinary people to have a luxury motorcycle to get in and out of the mountains. There was only one suv fleet in the entire village.

It was a matter of life and death, and the crew not only borrowed the car, but also sent a driver to help them.

"Could it be that the black dog already knew that the pregnant woman was going to give birth prematurely? Was her breath unstable?"

Fang Zheng was worried that if he killed the black dog in advance, the premature baby who hadn't seen the world would survive...

Just then, the crew suddenly called everyone in.

When Fang Zheng and Local Tyrant arrived at the set, they heard the props master go berserk, jumping to scold the set for being stolen last night. Other important items were not lost, only a few sets of props were lost.

The director on the side also had an ugly look on his face.

In order to prevent one from getting two, the director could only arrange for a few more people to stay up at night, finish the rest of the scene as soon as possible, and leave as soon as possible.

Over the past two days, there have been a series of landslides and sinkholes. The crew has been a little panicked, and the longer they wait, the worse it is for everyone to perform normally. This is the most fatal blow to a crew.

"Fang Fang, this thief is really poor. What's wrong with stealing? He has to steal the most worthless props and clothes. Stealing batteries is more valuable than stealing props and clothes. The props and clothes can't be sold or worn by himself. Do you think this thief is smart? His iq is quite gratifying." In a crowd, Local Tyrant raised his elbow and gently poked Fang Zheng, mocking him.

Fang Zheng: ..."

Out of the cast, there was no big star Ye Qianqi. Since the landslide caused a hole in the head, her manager had arranged for Ye Qianqi to leave on the same day after taking a few important shots for safety reasons.

There were a few sets of cameras in the morning. When Fang Zheng and A Local Tyrant finished running around and returned to the village with mud collars, they found that there were a lot of people gathered around the entrance of the village, as if there was something interesting to watch.

The two of them followed the villagers, curious to join in the fun. It turned out that a strange young man had come to the village and rented the first floor of a villager's house as a facade, claiming to be a corpse collector who could retrieve the bodies of Dragon head lake...

The so-called job of picking up corpses is to find dead bodies in rivers.

In ancient times, it was a somewhat evil profession.

A young man ran all the way to Dragon head lake village in the mountains and forests to be a corpse collector. This is not a strange person. What is water in his head?

In particular, a body of ten thousand yuan, but also this poor village people, secretly cold words really want money to go crazy.

However, Fang Zheng's expression changed when he first saw the corpse man.

There was a thick stench of corpses and death on the body of the corpse man. This was clearly a corpse. However, Fang Zheng faintly sensed a very weak yang qi in the other person.

The scene was so similar that he could not help but think of a dead face, expressionless Mr. Fu.

Fang Zheng was taken aback by the fact that the corpse collector was somehow of the same kind as Mr. Fu.

Could it be that... Mr. Fu was also a corpse collector? Fang Zheng frowned.

But the smell of the corpse man was a little different from that of Mr. Fu, and Fang Zheng couldn't tell exactly what was different. He thought... Mr. Fu should not be a corpse collector.

Because Butcher zhang once said that Mr. Fu was of orthodox origin...

A corpse collector...

Dragon head lake...

At this sensitive juncture, one of the most sinister professions in ancient times suddenly appeared, and Fang Zheng contemplated in the crowd.

The timing of the corpse man's appearance was intriguing.

At this moment, however, the door that had been tightly closed opposite the body snatcher opened and a plaque hung at the door.

The words "Cold and quiet" were written in black and red.

[ Operator ].

He opened a new store and was an outsider with a strange face.

Operator? A villager asked the shopkeeper curiously what Operator was.

The shop owner was a frail man with a sickly pale complexion, about the same age as Fang Zheng and Local Tyrant, both in their early twenties.

"Make up for the dead, sew a thread to connect the damaged body, and help the dead to transcend the dead." The frail man said sickly.

At last, he added, "Ten thousand for a corpse, no less."

Whoosh!

The villagers around took a deep breath, and another lunatic who was crazy about money came.

"Isn't this the mortuary master? He purposely said it so mysteriously. At first glance, he came to Dragon head lake village to play tricks and deceive an old man who has never seen the world." The man asked the villagers and immediately became alert.

All of a sudden, the villagers wondered what was going on today, and how outsiders came in succession to run their small, poor village into the business of killing people.

Corpse man! Operator!

Fang Zheng felt a chill on his back. If an electric current went through his whole body, his scalp would tingle slightly. In the list of novels he had compiled for police officer Wei, one of the books, "The strange corpse mortuary," mentioned the corpse man and Operator.

These two professions were one of the most evil professions in ancient times.

Landslide, head pit, weird Human Skin Boatman, two mysterious people late at night... Now that Operator, a corpse hunter from the ancient evil sect, had come out, Fang Zheng suddenly felt a chill all over his body.

No matter which one of these appeared alone, it was already extremely strange.

When all these strange things appeared at the same time and in the same place, it made several strange things... It seemed even more mysterious.

Dragon head lake!

Fang Zheng immediately thought of the key point... What was there?

During the day, Fang Zheng had also been near Dragon head lake. During the day, Dragon head lake was sparkling and the blue water was deep under the blue sky and white clouds. Nothing was found.

It was nothing strange.

It seemed that only at night would the strange fog of last night rise.

Just as Fang Zheng was hiding in the crowd, thinking about whether he should go to the dragon head lake again at night, the sickly, frail man who had just opened the door ignored the strange eyes of the other villagers around him and walked out of the shop door, taking the initiative to walk to the corpse collector opposite the door.

"The Yellow River, luo shui, liao he... Which branch are you from?" The sickly and frail man gave out more than a dozen place names at once.

It covers more than half of the country and the ten largest river regions.

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(Note 1) "The strange corpse undertaker," from chapter 51.

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