Here Lies The Wicked

Chapter 397 Buddha Cuts Meat

The the Yellow River river flowed with yellow and muddy water.

The night was quiet.

All of a sudden, a figure came running from far to near, ran out of the mountains, and ran quickly to the bank of the the Yellow River river. The world behind the figure was collapsing and collapsing after him.

The figure was getting closer and closer, and it was Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng felt as if he had found the thrill of running the poison circle, and was about to be killed by the poison circle that came after him.

The circle of poison was, of course, a collapsing spiritual world.

"Mr. Fu, Li Sishui's memory world is about to collapse. You can't imagine who I met in Li Sishui's memory world just now... I met... Uh, leek, Leek no. 4, why are you here?!"

Fang Zheng slammed on the brakes and looked at Mr. Fu with a ghostly expression, like a woman in white who was talking to an old friend, and blurted out Leek no. 4.

Leek no. 4?

!!

Mr. Fu: ..."

Woman in white: ..."

I don't know if it was Fang Zheng's illusion that when the woman in white disappeared into the yellow river water, she seemed to look back at herself?!

Fang Zheng approached Mr. Fu cautiously and asked, "Mr. Fu, who knows you?"

This time, Fang Zheng stopped calling Leek no. 4 and asked Mr. Fu cautiously.

"That's an elder." Mr. Fu glanced at Fang Zheng.

Hissing, gasping for air.

"Mr. Fu, Leek no. 4, no, it's senior bai... How exactly is senior bai?"

White clothes, white pants, white from head to toe, isn't that a white senior?!

"There are nine day tour envoys all over the country. She is the most promising to be the tenth day tour envoy." Mr. Fu did not elaborate, perhaps because of confidentiality or other reasons, but only a side note.

Just as Mr. Fu finished speaking, Fang Zheng suddenly became quiet and did not speak anymore. He looked at his nose and nose and sat upright on the boat.

Most likely to break through the tenth day tour envoy,

Isn't that the number one expert of the day tour, not even the night tour?

Fang Zheng was not a coward.

This is called obedience.

It wasn't that he was afraid of Leek no. 4, Fang Zheng kept telling herself.

Mr. Fu looked at Fang Zheng, who was in a serious and serious position, and did not put any more knives on Fang Zheng. He pushed the boat pole and broke away from Li Sishui's memory world, explaining why the woman in white appeared in Li Sishui's spirit world.

"She lives in the the Yellow River area and is responsible for keeping the peace of the yellow river basin, so this time she is responsible for secretly protecting your safety. Have you always wondered why there are only five people in the spirit world of Li Sishui's deceased? The last one is her."

Fang Zheng remained sitting still.

I'm serious.

I'm serious.

It was not until he left the yellow river basin and successfully walked out of the mouth of the Yellow River into the sea that Fang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. Along the way, he could not help but look at his nose, nose and heart and become active again quietly.

On the other hand, when they passed Luo Shen village, they could not help but look at it a little more. Unfortunately, the river was covered in fog with extremely low visibility, so they could not see the view of Luo Shen village.

When Fang Zheng stepped out of the Yellow River and entered the sea, he stood up again and looked in the direction of the Yellow River with some regret.

Because the poison circle suddenly contracted, several people ran out of the circle as soon as possible. He has yet to go up with leek one, two, three or else he can expand his core values of socialism, the chinese and foreign exchange group. These were his future contacts in the same industry.

At the same time, Fang Zheng looked at the Yellow River behind him. He had a question in his heart. Li Sishui was dead. Who sent that online post?

Was it a post posted on the forum after Li Sishui died?

Or... Someone was posing as Li Sishui, and that person, Fang Zheng, had a preliminary suspect. He suspected that Huang Jianan was not dead.

Because when he came out of the ghost's eyes, he didn't see Huang Jianan's body. Maybe he didn't notice Huang Jianan's body, or maybe Huang Jianan was still alive...

Along the way, Fang Zheng was very quiet, not in a hurry to talk to Mr. Fu about the experience of the ancient village of the Yellow River. He did not forget one of the taboos of going to the underworld.

Fang Zheng planned to report the situation carefully to Mr. Fu after leaving the spirit world of the deceased.

The two of them were in a boat, holding on to a small boat, and they walked some distance away. The two nephews, the Yellow River, had already disappeared. After another period of time, the boat entered the graveyard of the steel ship again.

A huge steel ship, with its history in tatters and decay, has fallen into this strange battlefield.

Clatter... The pole in Mr. Fu's hand slid gently across the water. The boat slowly passed through the wreckage of a huge steel ship that was broken or tilted upwards, and the debris of the planks that had been left behind by the previous trip floated on the water.

Suddenly!

Plop, the sound of diving came from behind in the thick fog, followed by a crack, the sound of heavy iron chains sliding against the boat. In the thick fog, an anchor chain was approaching the boat at an angle.

Something seemed to be approaching quickly below the surface of the water.

Seeing that things under the water were getting closer and closer, and were about to catch up with the boat from behind, when they were about to come out, suddenly, a few people, a long piece of junk, directly plunged the thing under the water.

Gulp, gulp, a string of bubbles rose from the bottom of the water, as if choked by this sudden poke.

The thing under the water was going to come out again and was stabbed by another stick.

He popped his head up again, poked it down again, and started a series of bubbles...

Mr. Fu heard the movement behind him and turned around with a puzzled look. He saw that Fang Zheng had a long wooden bar in his hand, which looked like a piece of board floating on the water... At this time, Fang Zheng was having a good time and stabbing the two faces of dead souls that came after him into the water again and again.

At this moment, the corpse soul had lost all face.

Fang Zheng repeatedly stabbed him under the water, only feeling extremely aggrieved.

How could this guy be different from the first time? This is completely unconventional.

Mr. Fu: ..."

Mr. Fu also looked speechless at Fang Zheng, who was getting more and more excited, and subconsciously sped up his movements.

The ship soon left the range of the zombie spirits, leaving only the suffocating zombie spirits under the water.

The journey was peaceful until, when he saw the lingyin temple standing on the white bones again, Fang Zheng knew that he had finally returned to the province where he came from.

He saw the old monk again.

When he came back, the temple was already built, and at this moment, the old monk was cutting off his flesh. Pieces of flesh were cut off. His legs and left arm were covered in blood, leaving only his bones. However, the knife in the old monk's hand did not stop, and he began to cut off his flesh...

"Is this old monk committing suicide?"

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