Here Lies The Wicked

Fang Zheng had been paying attention to the strange crow in the treetops for a long time.

Because from the very beginning, he caught an undetectable cold breath on this raven.

He didn't know if the fat michelin master, who was heavily relied on by the director, had noticed the peculiarity of the crow as well.

So Fang Zheng remained silent, intending to wait and see the michelin master's reaction, in order to test the other party's real strength.

As the scene finished shooting, the sky around them began to darken, the crew began to return, and the crow actually followed the way.

Fang Zheng seemed to be chatting with Local Tyrant, but in fact, he did not take it lightly and kept his eyes on the black-feathered crow.

However, the journey was peaceful and nothing strange happened.

Mute - mute -

The black-feathered crow followed, its voice shrill and unpleasant.

Just as everyone on the set was entering the mountain village, mute...

Biu! The sound of a stone breaking through the air stopped the crow in the middle of its cry. Its body fell from the treetop and fell into a river just outside the village. The sound of falling water made the crow disappear in an instant.

"Bad luck, I thought we could have some roasted game for dinner." Master michelin, wearing a soaphorn robe tightened by his fat body, twisted his fat body and walked towards the village cursing.

"Hey, buddy, I know you. You're the one who played the villain in the afternoon... Who... Anyway, your villain act is very good, very distinctive." As if sensing his gaze, master michelin turned to greet Fang Zheng with a friendly smile, revealing his white teeth.

"Fang Zheng," Fang Zheng introduced himself.

Master michelin smiled heartily and said, "Haha, come on, I look forward to seeing your villain in the movie after the movie is released."

Looking at michelin... Ah no, it was master wang who left. Fang Zheng looked thoughtfully at the river outside the village.

After the crow died, the Human Skin scriptures did not respond and did not absorb the gray air...

Fang Zheng could no longer feel the crow's breath, so he was sure that the crow was dead, but he did not get the gray air... Is it because the ant meat is too small to be picked up by the Human Skin?

It seems that the human skin scriptures have never been really poor. No matter how small the ant's legs are, they are meat that can replenish protein.

When the crew returned to the village, someone was already handing out boxes of food.

During the lunch, Fang Zheng overheard a few conversations between the director and the props master michelin.

Recently, the crew lost their props every day. No matter how they were prepared, they still lost their props every day, not their batteries, not their other valuables, only their props. Seeing that the props master was suffering from a nervous breakdown and couldn't sleep with his eyes wide open in the middle of the night like a toad's eye, the director was afraid that something might happen to the props master, so he hoped to invite master michelin to help the props master guard the props of the production team and see if he could catch the thief who only stole the props.

Master michelin immediately agreed, and the props master, who had stayed up all night with bloodshot eyes, quickly thanked him with joy.

In the dead of night, there were few lone stars.

It was a gray, overcast day.

When the village was quiet and everyone was resting, even Local Tyrant, who was next door, breathed evenly and seemed to have fallen asleep, Fang Zheng, who had changed into a costume, fell to the ground silently along the sewer pipe on the outside wall.

Dragon head lake.

When Fang Zheng reappeared in Dragon head lake, a ship, a man, and a corpse collector were indeed motionless and waiting here.

At this time, the body snatcher's face was a little pale from excessive blood loss, but there was no abnormality on his body. In fact, under his clothes, the body of the body snatcher was covered with bandages.

However, in the dark of the night, no one noticed that the corpse man's face was not right.

When Fang Zheng arrived, there was already a man sitting in silence on the boat.

Fang Zheng sat down in the innermost corner as he did yesterday and waited quietly for the remaining two passengers.

Ten minutes later, the third passenger boarded the ship. A gust of fragrant wind followed the cold night wind and inhaled between his chest and lungs. Fang Zheng was surprised that it was the girl she met twice last night.

At this time, the three people on the boat were still the same props and costumes as the "Armed men" who were about to take a boat to do something.

The fourth passenger appeared one after another before long.

The boatman was still dressed in props, but when the others saw the fourth boatman, they all looked over curiously.

This is like a 180 kilo fat man wearing an m size costume, the meat on his stomach, the meat on his thigh, being cut into pieces by his clothes... Very funny.

He was a fat man.

When Fang Zheng saw the fourth passenger, his expression under the helmet of the props showed a strange look.

This funny scene, master michelin!

The fat man's physical signs were so obvious that Fang Zheng recognized him at a glance.

If this ridiculous master michelin appeared here, then who was in charge of guarding the warehouse at the props master's side?

Is this a burglary? Fang Zheng silently lamented for the props master.

The day and night precautions turned out to be burglars.

When the big fat man boarded the boat, the dinghy apparently tipped over, thankfully not overturning in the lake.

It was still four people who sailed when they were full.

The corpse man held the boat pole and rowed in the ghostly lake under the night.

The fog was hazy, but it did not seem to affect the sight of the corpses. The dinghy was following a specific trajectory, moving forward unhurriedly, leaving ripples on the lake behind.

"Hmm?"

All of a sudden, the zombie man's poling stopped.

The corpse man's gaze was fixed on a direction on the white mist ghost lake.

A few people on board also followed the corpse man's gaze, but the fog was hazy, and no one saw anything.

One second... Two seconds... About ten seconds, a faint green light in the white fog was approaching from the left and back of the crowd.

Half a minute later, a small boat, a boatman, and a green lantern on the bow appeared only five or six meters away. It was now clear that the boatman was wearing a brown demoiselle coat, a hat on his head, and a pair of oars in his hands.

The boat carried a passenger.

They were five or six meters apart, looking at each other in silence.

It's Human Skin Boatman!

Under the helmet of the costume, Fang Zheng looked at the blue leather lantern at the bow, his eyes cold.

But Fang Zheng soon noticed that there was a black dog sitting beside Human Skin Boatman today. The black dog's eyes were cold and green, and he was staring at the people on the opposite boat.

"Skinny Gao family?!"

Among the four passengers, the first boarder gasped and let out a low cry.

Looking at Human Skin Boatman across the street, and then at the corpse collector on his side, he realized what happened yesterday and was worried that the two families would fight directly in the middle of Ghost lake.

Then they became fish in the pond, which made their eggs hurt...

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