Here Lies The Wicked

Ghost lake was shrouded in white fog, and a small boat staggered out of the fog.

Wang minghe was holding the pole in a hurry, and his fat body was swaying with the boat.

It seemed like it was about to capsize into the ghost lake.

Fang Zheng broke out in a cold sweat, but the corpse man hadn't woken up yet, and he didn't know if there were any taboos in the ghost lake. What if he opened his mouth to alarm the ghosts under the ghost lake?

Now they are away.

Ghosts are the main advantage in this ghost lake.

Fang Zheng regretted it now. If he had known, he would not have listened to this unreliable fat man. Wang minghe had to push the boat himself. Fortunately, there was no danger along the way. When Fang Zheng saw the lake bank gradually appearing in front of him, he felt excited for the rest of his life.

When the boat came ashore, Fang Zheng quickly picked up the corpse man and jumped off the boat first.

It was only at this moment that Fang Zheng was completely relieved to feel his feet on the ground again.

At this moment, he saw the fat man come ashore, exhaling and panting like an ox.

"I'm tired to death, your fat grandfather. This is completely different from the bamboo raft I used to play on when I was a child. The bottom of this lake seems to be bottomless." Wang minghe was so tired that he was panting.

Fang Zheng had a few black lines on his forehead, "You just bragged to me that you had experience. It was a bamboo raft that you once played in a tourist area?"

Fang Zheng almost strangled the fat man.

"These are small details, small details." Wang Minghe made an allah, allah's hand pressing down.

Then, Fang Zheng carried the corpse man on his back and looked directly at wang ming river, "What's the real purpose of you following me all the way?"

"Don't talk to me again. I was just passing by." Fang Zheng came straight to the point.

Originally, Fang Zheng thought that wang minghe would hesitate or struggle a few times. However, wang minghe said calmly, "In the past, in the ruins of the mountainside, I originally wanted to find an ally who looked pleasing to the eye and was not weak, so that we could take care of each other, so as not to be swallowed up by others after being left alone."

"Of course, the most important reason is to see if there is any chance to seize the mysterious fruit on the stone buddha's hand."

At this point, Wang Minghe's voice paused slightly before continuing, "But then, I changed my mind."

Fang Zheng didn't interrupt.

Wang Minghe remained silent for a minute, then said gloomily, "Brother fierce, according to the normal plot development, shouldn't you be actively asking why at this time?"

Fang Zheng: ..."

Fatty Wang Minghe rubbed his hands and smiled, "Just kidding, just kidding."

Then he said in a serious tone, "I never understood why there was so much noise here and if it was really Blessed Land, why did I only see a few archaeologists digging and studying human heads in the mountains where the landslides left the human head pit? Why did no'Special operations department' enter Dragon head lake? How many little rats have they been playing around in the mountains?"

"It wasn't until recently that I suddenly figured out that the people of the'Special operations department' probably knew from the beginning that dragon head lake was a fake Blessed Land, so they didn't pay attention to Dragon head lake from the beginning. Because the people of the'Special operations department' know very well that those people will end up with nothing, and they will eventually take over everything. In that case, there is no need to create tension."

Fake Blessed Land?

Special operations department? Fang Zheng's heart skipped a beat.

Obviously, this was the "Supernatural investigation bureau" that Fang Zheng had been looking for.

Wang Minghe continued, "But I guess the people of the Special operations department still don't know about the ancient temple of cannibalism, the sprouting of evil buddhas, and the strange spirit." But with the news that you killed the Gao family's Shahu skin, the people of the'Special operations department'should soon find something unusual in the ruins of the ancient city."

Fang Zheng pondered, then asked the biggest loophole: "If the'Special operations department' has entered Dragon head lake, then why have those Human Skin Boatman, the dead oil lamp, been safe and sound?"

"Shouldn't we... Kill demons and demons?"

Fang Zheng thought about it and said the most appropriate adjective.

Who knew Wang Minghe was surprised and said, "Brother fierce, are you sure you are not an ancient person? You still have such conservative ideas. It is the new century information age. Crematorium, hospital morgue are full of corpses. Do you think it is still the same as the ancient times that traffic, information is not convenient, and people kill to worship evil?"

"This is a society ruled by law, and everyone abides by the law. If there is such a murderer's law, it must be because he lives too long to guarantee that he will not live long."

Fang Zheng: ..."

Butcher zhang, you ancient man!

If he hadn't cut Human Skin Boatman in the first place, there wouldn't have been so much going on.

But... Fang Zheng didn't regret it at all. If it wasn't for this cut, how could it have yielded so much ashen air.

This trip was more fruitful than a month in Zhou city.

However, according to Wang Minghe's next guess, there must be a source of all the causes in dragon head lake, deliberately spreading false information about Blessed Land under dragon head lake.

Then he thought of the ancient temple that ate people, the sprouting of evil buddhas, and the mysterious fruit that seemed to be nourished by the awakened... It was a perfect fit to tie all the clues together.

The key is to catch this messenger.

"Fatty wang, is Gao family Shahu the premature genius you mentioned earlier? After the death of Shahu, was it made into a painting by the company?"

Because just as Fang Zheng killed the killer, the Human Skin scriptures reacted, swallowing a wisp of gray from Shahu.

And until now, the origin of the grey qi only came from the ghosts...

The night was quiet, and today was a gray, overcast day.

The sky and the earth under the silent night sky were darker than usual, and the shadows of the trees swayed from time to time, making strange noises, like the ghosts in the dark.

Dragon head lake village.

This was a basement, which used to be a storage room for farm tools, and some farm tools could be seen sporadically.

But at this moment, the thick smell of blood pervaded the small basement.

There were several mutilated corpses on the ground that were bleeding profusely.

On a makeshift operating table, a man with a long shadow pulled out by an incandescent lamp was busy in front of the makeshift operating table.

On the simple operating table, there was a mutilated body, hands, feet, and head separated, but under the dexterity of the man's slender fingers, it was gradually sewn up into a complete body.

"Awakened..."

"What a perfect material..."

"Today is the last day. After today..." Speaking of this, the man paused slightly while his head shifted slightly.

Following his gaze, he saw a fruit on the crude operating table.

This fruit is very strange.

The fruit looked like a human, with four limbs and five facial features... But the weirdest part was that there were several twisted faces on his face, including those who were angry, those who were in pain, and those who hated him... They all had negative emotions like ghosts.

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