Here Lies The Wicked

Chapter 234 Bone Transport Vehicle

Fang Zheng did not speak.

Because it was too dark.

The figure flashed and disappeared so fast that he did not know if it was an illusion of light shining on the glass.

Boom!

The hotel's marble outer wall exploded, debris and glass splattered in an alarming manner. Fang Zheng's knees were slightly bent and his body flew into the window on the second floor like an electromagnetic projectile.

This is a bedroom.

Outside the bedroom was a long corridor, with the corridor lights on all the time. The corridor was very clean.

The entire corridor was decorated in marble, which looked very hotel and ktv style. The floor was covered with blood-red blankets and oil paintings hung on both sides of the wall.

The hotel was spotless and a little too clean, and it was not an exaggeration to find such a clean place in this disorderly city.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon.

"Playing tricks."

Fang Zheng did not step out of the bedroom door and retreated back into the bedroom.

Looking at his track, he wanted to leave the hotel directly.

Fang Zheng's main objective now was to find the missing group of tourists. In front of the hotel, he sensed an unusual aura. He already knew that there would be no living people in the hotel.

Fang Zheng's exit from the hotel went well.

Nothing unusual happened during this period.

But when Fang Zheng landed on the street from the second floor, he stood still and shouted angrily, "You're looking for death!"

"Get out of here!"

With a violent step,

It was like stepping on the ground.

The ground shook and the whole street shook violently.

Boom!

The original oil road under his feet cracked and split in an instant.

Dust was flying in the air.

The view of the street disappeared before his eyes, and Fang Zheng was still in the hotel. With a powerful kick, he directly stepped on the second floor of the concrete and fell into the lobby on the first floor.

It turned out that the scene of leaving the hotel safely was just a ghost hitting the wall.

The ghost covered his eyes.

"Why did you come to provoke me! Ah?!"

"I didn't want to waste my time!"

"Come on! Let me kill you all at once!"

Fang Zheng was like an angry king kong, his feet pounding a few heavy steps, the ground under his feet could not bear the great power, inch by inch cracked, his palm raised the Nine yang true qi, his right hand without hesitation fiercely inserted into the wall painting.

Simple! Rough!

Boom!

All the oil paintings in the lobby were burning at the same time. At first, they were a little blackened, then there was an open flame, and then the flames spread rapidly over the oil paintings. It seemed that these oil paintings were all connected. The Nine yang true qi lit all the oil paintings in the lobby at the same time.

"Die!"

The flames grew stronger and stronger, and the flames began to engulf the entire painting.

The scorching heat evaporated the water in the air, and the steam twisted the air, making the back of Fang Zheng, who had fiercely inserted his hand into the oil painting, look blurry, mysterious and unpredictable.

Ah!

In the painting, a crazily twisted ghost appeared, his mouth cracked open and he bit Fang Zheng.

But Fang Zheng was faster!

With his left hand bent like a tiger's claw, Fang Zheng grabbed his neck tightly and was hit hard on his forehead by Fang Zheng's forehead, thump!

The Nine yang true qi of zhiyang was as hot and fiery as a burning iron to these sneaky things. The ghosts were killed by this gavel, causing flames to fly, burning like boiling oil, and creating a series of ghosts.

Fang Zheng didn't stop there. He banged his head repeatedly. Knock! Knock! Knock!

In an instant, more than a dozen head hammers were killed!

The object was so dizzy that it wanted to struggle, but the palm around its neck was as still as a vise. The blood on the palm, the tyrannical and fiery Nine yang true qi, rushed into its neck.

Poof!

The sound was like a cloth cracking, and the ghosts broke into pieces.

At the same time, a wisp of gray and white, mysterious gas rose from the dead ghost object and was devoured by the Human Skin scriptures on Fang Zheng.

Ordinary spirit + 1.

But Fang Zheng's right hand was still firmly inserted into the painting, and the Nine yang true qi did not stop.

The oil painting was still burning fiercely.

There was also a stench, like the stench of rotting corpses. The more intense the oil painting burned, the stronger the stench became.

"Come on! Get out of here! Let me kill you all at once!"

Another ghost was attacking Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng didn't dodge or dodge, clang!

Like the sharp grinding sound of a golden iron cutting and the flame splashing, the ghost claw could only explode more than ten layers of cicada membrane on Fang Zheng's body.

The strength of this ghost was similar to that of the two corpses that Fang Zheng had killed in the first place.

Fang Zheng's left hand was like a spirit snake coming out of the hole, and there was no escape for the ghost near him. He was as fast as Wu Ying's hand and strangled him to death. Dong! Dong! Knock!

Once again, he was beaten to death by Fang Zheng's forehead.

Ordinary spirit + 1.

But then, more and more ghosts began to appear, screaming and screaming from the oil paintings. They were all ghosts forced out by the Nine yang true qi. There were three ghosts in the air, killing Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng stood still and would kill himself if he caught a ghost.

Ordinary spirit + 1, + 2, + 3 ...

Poof!

When Fang Zheng finished harvesting the five strands of spirit, the oil paintings in the lobby exploded into thousands of particles, burned into flying ash, and disappeared into the air.

It was only at this moment that the ferocity on Fang Zheng's face faded away.

...

When Fang Zheng returned to the hotel opposite the hotel, he still did not wait for the missing stranded tourists.

Even the marks he left on the ground remained motionless, indicating that no one had passed by.

Fang Zheng had to find another way.

Because according to the time of operation, he had to find the stranded tourists before dawn to evacuate the ghost city before seven in the morning.

Fang Zheng began to take the hotel as the center, with a diameter of 10 meters, 20 meters, 100 meters... Slowly expand the search area, all the streets and alleys are not spared.

With so many people together, it was impossible to say that they were missing. As long as they were still alive, there would be traces along the way.

The carpet search really caught Fang Zheng's eye.

It was a truck overturned in the middle of the road, littering the ground with unknown biological bones, maybe pig bones? Maybe cow bones? Maybe... At this time, in the sweltering weather, the bones had rotted, smelled, smelled half a street, mosquitoes and flies were flying everywhere, and maggots were crawling all over the ground.

"So many bones, are they transported to a cosmetics company to prepare a bone transport vehicle for the preparation of bone oil?"

Bone oil is one of the ingredients in cosmetics because it is rich in collagen and has a good affinity with human skin.

Fang Zheng did not stop on the roll-over truck. He found a female cell phone lying on the ground by the side of the road 30 or 40 meters away from the roll-over truck.

Fang Zheng's face lit up when he saw the chinese characters on the unlock screen.

He knew that he had finally found the right direction!

It seemed that the tourists wanted to take this road, but were frightened by the frightening mosquitoes, flies and maggots flipping over the truck, and had to change the direction. In a panic, they accidentally lost their phone.

Next, Fang Zheng followed the direction in front of him and began a plowing search.

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