There’s an Evil Spirit Here

Founder didn't know how Zhenshan Wang shot.

When he and Liu Shan met, they went out of the 72 ghost gates all the way, and indeed did not encounter the unknown monster to board the ship.

On the contrary, when he saw the founder carrying a coffin board coming out of his shoulder, Liu Shan was almost scared to bite his tongue, his eyes widened like a bronze bell.

He recognized the coffin board!

It is the red coffins in the seventy-two ghost gates that their families have not dared to approach!

But what did he see!

I can't believe my eyes!

"Uh! Little brother, the purpose of your trip into the seventy-two ghost gates ... is it to grab the coffin board?"

Liu Shan was terrified.

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Because of the blood stains on the ship, Liu Shan did not dare to rush to the shore, afraid of causing trouble to himself, so he turned off the noisy diesel engine along the way and quietly docked.

This is a small temporary dock that only local villagers know about, not the dock where Founder boarded the ship.

Under the thick night, the ship slowly docked.

Looking at the founder carrying the coffin board, Liu Shan made a suggestion that if the founder could not easily take the coffin board, he could secretly find the villagers to use a tractor to carry the founder.

Founder thanked Liu Shan for his kindness. After saying goodbye, he directly carried the heavy coffin board, and Ruohong Hongyu quickly disappeared at the end of the night.

Thanks to Liu Shan's care and caution.

Fang Zheng looked back at the river embankment in the distance. Under the night, where the police car lights flashed, it was particularly dazzling under the dark night.

It seems that there are villagers calling the police. After all, a murder has occurred. It is difficult for such a big thing to alarm the police.

Because the coffin plate is too conspicuous, it is not easy to transport by means of transportation, and Founder has not tested the B2 driver ’s license, and he cannot drive the truck by himself. Hearing the wind whispering in his ears, he dashed through the mountains and ran straight to the city.

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纣 市.

Old street.

Today, because Fangzheng was in trouble, Yiyi was taken by Chuanpu Yang to Laojie.

Founder still believes in the strength of Chuanpu Yang.

Today's old street, just like the calm of the past, Mr. Fu still squatted in front of the door, burning the paper money ingot he owed before.

Butcher Zhang still has pig ears in the wine.

Today, Zhang Tufu's pig head meat has been changed to pig ears, and eating too much pork head meat is easy to get tired.

Yiyi followed Zuo Qianhu, holding a small and exquisite small carving knife, sensible, and carefully carved the wood carving in her hand. She is now carving a little raccoon cat.

On the contrary, Chuanpu sheep and Xiaohei crouched in front of the fake bookstore today, staring at the street without blinking.

A single woman embroidered shoe was thrown in the street.

One day passed.

The embroidered shoes were still thrown on the street and nobody picked them up.

Where did Mr. Fu threw it last night, and still does not move at that position, so many pedestrians pass by on the road during the day, but no one is curious to move or pick up shoes.

This is a bit unbelievable.

As if it were such a prominent embroidered shoe, no one could see it.

"How do I always feel that this game is more and more unreliable, I am not convinced by Mr. Fu's ability, but the sheep also have a misstep, the mother mosquito does not drink blood, and the yellow plate also has seven gourds. time."

In the middle of Chuanpu sheep and Xiaohei, there is a potted plant, the seedlings inside grow vigorously, and now the rice stalks have grown, and the ears of green grains will be formed in the future.

However, it is all Chuanpu sheep who are talking to themselves, cold and arrogant like the little queen's little black, too lazy to look at Chuanpu sheep.

He was afraid that he would also follow a rod like founder.

In this way, ten minutes passed.

At this time the night was darker.

Seeing that it would be dawning in more than an hour, I was originally focusing on carving the clothes of the raccoon cat in the store, and turned my head to look outside the store.

Seeing that Founder still didn't come back, the two rays of light in the little guy's eyes dimmed a bit, and that was the feeling of loss.

Founder has never returned, the little guy is worried about Founder, and at the same time, it is also an inseparable attachment.

At the moment, at the door of Mingdian.

Seeing that the sky was about to dawn, Mr. Fu finished burning paper money and ingots, packed up the copper pots and returned to the store. Before entering the Ming shop, Mr. Fu looked back at the embroidered shoes on the street and walked into the shop.

Mr. Fu just walked into the store, and suddenly, the surprised cry of Chuanpu Yang sounded outside the door!

The sound is broken!

Seeing something startling!

"Fang Yangwa, where did you fly a fairy board from a plane today! This fairy board is actually milky!"

Before Mr. Fu turned around, he saw Zhang Tufu, who was facing the door, holding a glass of wine in his hand.

The expression seemed to be stunned by the scene.

Mr. Fu turned around and saw that Founder, who had been missing all night, was standing outside the door, carrying a heavy coffin board on his shoulder.

The key is not the coffin board.

Rather, what did Mr. Fu think, and how did he feel that the coffin plate in front of him was familiar to him, and practitioners would never forget, Mr. Fu quickly recognized where the coffin plate in front came from.

So the picture becomes like this.

Mr. Fu: "..."

Butcher Zhang: "..."

The dumbfounded face.

How bad is this guy's revenge?

Kill the grave keeper's nest so quickly?

This is also a piggyback interest ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ snatched a coffin board?

"You ... went to the seventy-two ghost gates?" Zhang Tufu, the indifferent rectal man, looked at the coffin board carried back on Fang Zheng's shoulder in surprise.

After questioning, Zhang Tufu's expression was restored to the indifference of the past, calmly asked: "Have you seen the King Zhenshan?"

Boom!

At this time, Founder put down the coffin board in his hand, and the heavy coffin board directly made a dull sound.

Fang Zheng said with a harmless face of humans and animals, he said: "Zhenshan King is a hospitable old man. He is not only hospitable, he also gave me a coffin board, saying that let me pick and choose whatever I want. I said no. If you want to give me life and death, and say that there is nothing good for the tombkeeper, send me a coffin board as a "cultural art."

"Then I said that I would rather recognize the bed. If King Zhenshan had to send me a" cultural art "coffin board, then I would pick a familiar one, so there is this coffin board in front of you."

Chuanpu sheep on the side heard the words, and began to yell and quarrel, and it was going to be a guest at the seventy-two Damen Gate!

It also needs milk-flavored coffin plates!

Mr. Fu: "..."

Butcher Zhang: "..."

At this time, Zuoqianhu, who also heard the movement next door, also came over: "..."

At this time Yiyi also ran out joyfully, hugged Founder, and Founder touched the little guy's head.

Mr. Fu, Zhang Tufu, and Zuo Qianhu are naturally unbelievers. They just opened the door and asked Fang Zheng, carrying a coffin board. What's the use?

They all know that Founder has never been a loser.

Will not run for 72 ghost gates for no reason.

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