Here Lies The Wicked

Chapter 292 Sister's Skin

Fang Zheng impatiently answered Gao Shuhua and was about to walk to the platform where the 35 brides were standing.

But just then!

Kacha, kacha...

The ground beneath his feet began to be trampled like a thin sheet of paper, and with the death of the gravekeeper, everything around him became a world of paper.

The original villa no longer existed.

It was a paper house.

There were remnants of the remaining fire from the battle, which ignited the paper bunches around them and soon turned into a raging flame, burning up and turning into black dust that was scattered all over the sky.

Special spirit + 1.

Fang Zheng was stunned.

Does this mean... That the paper in front of me is not only a house, but also an underworld?

"But why, this time there is no memory of the evil spirits of the underworld?" Fang Zheng's eyes were pensive.

But Fang Zheng immediately figured out why.

The underworld should be divided into wild equipment and master equipment.

Wild equipment is like a thing that has no owner and is not controlled. The resentful spirit in the underworld will run out uncontrollably, creating dark pollution.

The underworld with the lord was subdued or controlled.

That makes sense.

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng looked up and was surprised to find that when the paper village burned out and he was walking on a layer of ashes, his place was actually underground, like the third dormitory he had entered before, and the whole underground was dug up.

At this moment, as the paper hut dissipated, the ground finally revealed its true face and was full of ruins. There were holes and potholes dug up everywhere, and... Exposed bones, human bones, human skulls.

Graveyard?

Mass graves?

Looking at everything in front of him, Fang Zheng immediately understood.

Why is there a haunting sound of death row ghosts in this non-staple food processing factory?

Why did you hear something hard knocking in the factory?

All of these things were clear and clear as long as they were associated with the characteristics of the people guarding the tomb.

Because!

In front of Fang Zheng, there suddenly appeared a pile of small white bones piled up by man!

That pile of white bones hill should be the training ground for the gravekeeper.

What happened should be that White tower industrial park was once a place of great evils that buried many dead people, such as the suppression of the snake demon, the mass burial mound or graveyard, and all kinds of chaos appeared in one place, and places like this were not uncommon in the past. After the event, they would usually choose to build schools, residential buildings, shopping malls, etc., with the help of bustling popularity, to suppress the things below, so as not to run out and make trouble.

After that, the gravekeeper found this place and secretly hid in White tower industrial park.

Then, every night, he used paper to stab people, like dirty rats hiding in the ground, constantly digging out the bones, using the special yin and magnetic field here to cultivate. The mountain of human bones was the best proof.

Because digging graves and digging corpses disturbed the spirits of the dead, the spirits of the prisoners of death came out to make trouble.

At the same time, it also explained why there was a clang, clang sound of hard objects, precisely because the gravekeeper was controlling the Paper pricking every night, hiding in the ground digging graves.

When Fang Zheng understood what was before him, he looked again at the thirty-five brides who stood still in the dark.

Fang Zheng sighed and felt a little stifled.

"Rest in peace for the dead, rest in peace for the living. I will bring you home..."

The fake Ada wang, Gao Shuhua, looked at Fang Zheng, "They're still alive. Where are you going to bury them?"

Eh?

Hat?

Gao Shuhua: "The mindset of the gravekeepers is very distorted. They would not hesitate to refine themselves into Paper pricking for the sake of cultivation and longevity, so they hate the living people in this world and want to destroy everything around them. They hope that everyone can be like them and become the existence of no one, no ghost, no ghost. Of course, this probability is definitely not possible, otherwise the grave keeper would have been extinct; on the other hand, because of the inferiority complex in his heart, he always felt that he was a monstrous monster, so he was more eager to find his body again."

"It is precisely because of this special psychological distortion that there is such a farce in front of us. The grave keeper wants to marry a living person, not a dead person. What he wants is to possess a living person's body to fill the twisted world in his heart. After all, the grave keeper is not a necrophilic."

Fang Zheng immediately responded, "But are they dead?"

Gao Shuhua said calmly, "They just lost consciousness for a while. They were angry at the grave guards. Don't forget, the outside world has been looking for these missing people."

After listening to gao shu's explanation, Fang Zheng smiled.

She was laughing her eyes out.

It was the same joy as the first time he had pulled wool to a dozen strands of soul.

"Ada wang, uh, no, it's Gao Shuhua. I find that when you don't talk to a senior high school student, you still have a slight attraction."

"Of course, just a little bit." Fang Zheng used his thumb and index finger to draw the difference.

Gao Shuhua: "I'm Gao Shuhua's half-sister, Gao Zhongli..."

Fang Zheng grunted, "Are you really not Gao Shuhua? Is Gao Shuhua really not here?"

Fang Zheng looked at Ada wang in front of him and his eyes began to stir.

If it wasn't for Gao Shuhua, there wouldn't be any employer-related relationship, could it be...

"... The Human Skin." Gao Shuhua gasped, looking at the dangerous look in Fang Zheng's eyes and saying the last few words.

Fang Zheng: ..."

"So besides gao hu, you also made your sister a Painting ghost?"

Snake and scorpion woman.

It was as poisonous as a snake or a scorpion.

What else scorpion... Waiting online, it's urgent.

The image of Gao Shuhua, in Fang Zheng's heart, has refreshed a new height.

Whether it was Gao Hu or Gao Zhongli, they were Gao Shuhua's half-brother and half-sister. Fang Zheng did not know if there was any reason for this, but he thought about it. Sometimes, if he looked at it from another angle, Gao Shuhua's background was actually quite pitiful...

However, this was someone else's family business, and Fang Zheng did not go to the bottom of the matter unwittingly.

Next, Fang Zheng prepared to save the 35 brides and asked Gao Shuhua to help him with the Painting ghost. At the same time, he asked Gao Shuhua one thing: "Do you, like all of you who have been passed down from generation to generation, each of you have an underworld on you?"

Fang Zheng rubbed his chin, thinking about a big deal.

Gao Shuhua: "In our city god circle, it has always been forbidden to use the power of the underworld. Although the power of the underworld is very strong, it is also very easy to be eaten back and contaminated by the spirit."

"But there is no guarantee that there are degenerates who are willing to submit to the power of the devil."

Fang Zheng's eyes were filled with regret.

Gao Shuhua said she didn't have any underworld on her. On the contrary, he wouldn't have any psychological burden on Gao Shuhua if he inserted it again...

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