Here Lies The Wicked

Chapter 587 I Have to Rely on You Again, Brother Xiang

However, Fang Zheng, who was pregnant with the scripture of the Human Skin, discovered the unusual number of fantasies in front of him.

Killing ghosts can actually harvest soul energy normally.

A guess came to his mind.

Could this illusion be created by a group of ghosts, a group of ghosts covering their eyes?

However, Fang Zheng was in a relaxed mood.

As if strolling back to the shopping mall, he stood still and looked up at the building in front of him. He wished the more ghosts, the better.

These ghosts are useless to other cultivators, and killing them also wastes physical strength and energy.

But to the other party, it was all a source of cultivation.

It took him four or five months to move from the night tour envoy to the day tour envoy. It was conceivable that he could move from the night tour envoy to the day tour envoy.

Perhaps even the people behind the scenes could not imagine that Fang Zheng was walking the path of martial arts and blood, a fiery yang huo, born to be the nemesis of these sneaky things.

He was so strong that he was at his level.

Ordinary ghosts were no longer a threat to him.

He did not need to do anything. The ghosts were like march snow on a raging furnace, and they were defeated and their souls were gone.

Fang Zheng looked up at the shopping mall, then walked around the broken wall on the road and entered the building again.

Patter, patter...

The building was destroyed by the fire, and the elevator was naturally out of use. Fang Zheng walked alone in the dark, eerie hallway. He explored the floor by floor.

He was the only one walking slowly in the empty, fingerless hallway.

Soon, he reached the floor he had explored before.

And continued to explore.

Patter, patter...

In the empty hallway, there was still only Fang Zheng's footsteps... Patter! Patter!

Just as Fang Zheng's footsteps fell, two footsteps landed at the same time in the dark, quiet and endless empty corridor.

Patter! Patter!

Fang Zheng took another step back, this time behind him, there were still two footsteps at the same time.

Fang Zheng was as if he had not heard it. The long figure under the helmet was still moving forward, without any shock, and the footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer.

Poof!

A paper prick was about to put his foot under Fang Zheng's heel, trying to cover Fang Zheng's heel. Fang Zheng the ghost... The next moment, it was as if a furnace had been affixed to it, and the soles of his feet started to smoke.

Ah!!

The Paper pricking screamed in pain and twisted itself into a dark shadow, trying to sink into the ground and escape... But just then, the whirlpool of qi!

The shadow did not retreat, but flew faster towards Fang Zheng.

Poof!

Peng!!

The next second, he was punched by Fang Zheng and exploded like a piece of clothing, disappearing.

Ordinary spirit + 1.

The more Fang Zheng went up, the more ghosts he encountered. Inverted ghosts... Mirror Evil spirits... All of these were just illusions, the shapes of the ghosts he had encountered.

When Fang Zheng had just cut off fifty strands of spirit, huh?

He was slightly surprised and finally found something new in the building.

Corpses!

Burnt Charred corpse!

The overturned trash can, the high temperature glass door, the blackened walls, the black sewage mixed with water stains and coke all over the floor, and the collapsed ceiling... All of them were saying that this man died in a fire.

But the strange thing was that this man's death was very strange.

He had an expression on his face.

Although the person had been burned into a Charred corpse, the hair and clothing fibers melted together with the skin, the moisture in the body was dried up by the fire, the muscles at the corners of the mouth were atrophied, revealing two rows of teeth that were blackened by the fire, and they looked terrible, but it was still clear that the deceased's expression was calm before he died. Because the body of the deceased did not show any obvious signs of struggle.

It was like lying on the ground, willing to be burned to death.

If he inhaled a lot of carbon dioxide and was suffocated by the smoke, he wouldn't be unconscious, but he wouldn't be without a trace of struggle.

At the very least, people would fall to the ground in pain.

Next, as Fang Zheng searched carefully, he found more and more oddities in this shopping building...

Although the bodies of the victims in the building had been cleaned up, a few Charred corpse could be found from time to time in some collapsed ruins, which was why the rescue workers were still searching here late at night.

Fang Zheng found that half of these Charred corpse people had signs of painful struggle before they died, while the other half were calm before they died, without resistance, without struggle.

These people who did not struggle had the same characteristic: they were all crushed to death under the ceiling that collapsed from the top of their heads.

As more and more Charred corpse were found, a guess gradually popped up in Fang Zheng's mind...

"Are these people who died peacefully dead before they died?"

"And then someone hid the body in the building?"

"Using a fire to disguise these bodies as victims of a fire that killed them?"

In fact, the way to verify this conjecture is very simple.

Wheeze! Wheeze!

When Fang Zheng field dissected the bodies, he saw that the internal organs of the two bodies were obviously different.

"Sure enough... The corpse case?"

Hiding corpses... And army vehicles being attacked... If these two things were not involved, fang would not believe them.

The evil baby... The body in the wall... The grimace in the toilet... As Fang Zheng found more and more bodies, the number of attacks by ghosts began to increase.

The visions were filled with ghosts he had encountered in the past.

An hour or two later, Fang Zheng explored the top floor of the shopping building, but he found nothing more than Charred corpse.

But soon, Fang Zheng realized that he had not encountered a new ghost for more than ten minutes.

At one point, Fang Zheng even had the illusion that this was the ghost here, and he had cleared it all?

So, Fang Zheng tried to walk out of the street again, but found that he still could not get out of here, as if he fell into an infinite space without boundaries, no matter what.

He's still beating the wall!

It wasn't that he had wiped out all the ghosts in this place, so they didn't show up. Instead, he killed them too fiercely. The big ghost finally noticed the abnormality on his side.

Fang Zheng explored the world from southeast to northwest and found that he couldn't get out no matter what. He was always trapped in the illusion of ghosts hitting walls.

Fang Zheng could not help but frown.

After trying for a few hours, Fang Zheng finally stopped working and stopped working.

His brow muscles were raised.

Trying to figure out how to break the wall.

Then, Fang Zheng took out the Yunshixiang he carried with him, "Elder brother Xiang, elder brother Xiang... Looks like I'm going to use your Luck... If I can get out of this godforsaken wall, I'll rely on elder brother Xiang again."

Before using Luck incense, Fang Zheng said all the good things.

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