Here Lies The Wicked

The sound of the car engine roared through the mountain road.

Gear up, gear up,

Sharp turn, sound tire...

Finally, at the fork of the road, they drove in three different directions, delaying as much as possible behind them, and fighting for the life of others.

However!

Her hair, which was growing like a black tide, spread so fast that it ran straight down the mountain without a path.

Boom!

The metal rubbed against the edge of the cliff, and a fast private car lost control and crashed into a cliff on the side of the mountain road. In an instant, the front of the car was deformed, the front wheel was broken, and the airbag exploded.

A large part of the car's body was facing the cliff, and the metal frame was deformed, twisted, and dented. A few millimeters of hard steel plate broke, rolling up a ferocious, sharp fracture. The scene in front of them was like a speeding car, suddenly hit by a huge force.

Tick, tick...

Black pungent oil, red engine anti-freeze, along with the severely damaged front of the car, quickly dripped onto a large pool of ground.

In the driver's seat, Zhao Tai was knocked out by the huge impact of the airbag and lay motionless on the steering wheel.

Both legs were stuck firmly in the deformed cab.

Even the bodies of the other self-driving tourists in the car were all swayed by the inertia of the huge impact force. Whether it was a coincidence or not, the bodies in the car all fell back to the driver's seat and covered Zhao Tai's body.

The driver's seat was covered in blood.

Knowing that so-so... There was a soft sound, long black hair like a tidal wave, and as they passed by the private car, After a short pause, it immediately followed the road like a black tide. They chased another blue hatchback.

It seemed that... After searching around for these long, scary hair, no one in the driver's seat was found alive.

Chen Zhiyong looked through the rearview mirror and saw the car behind him that had lost control and crashed into the cliff. He was angry and roared in the driver's seat. As he honked his horn in an attempt to attract the attention of those long hair, he roared and roared, "Come on! Come on! Kill me!"

"I'm just waiting for you to kill me!"

The horn was blaring, especially piercing.

Boom!

The blue hatchback rolled violently, its body was badly deformed, glass spilled all over the floor, and finally rolled out of the guardrail, slamming heavily on the road that had fallen several meters, and the wheels were facing the sky.

Chen Zhiyong didn't pass out. He wanted to struggle, but his body was stuck in the driver's seat under his head and his head was heavily pressed by the body of a self-driving tourist. His mouth and nose felt suffocated, and he didn't even have the chance to shout.

Just then, from the corner of Chen Zhiyong's eye, he could see Chen Zhiyong running through the windowless car, seemingly not inside.

Chen Zhiyong's eyes were wide open with tears, and his eyes were complicated and unbelievable as he looked at the body of a self-driving tourist lying on top of him...

Yes, is that you...

But how could it be...

Don't worry! We will take all of you out and let the dead rest in peace, return their souls to their homeland, and not let you become a ghost! We can all go out!

And now.

More than a dozen people on the country bus listened to the loud sound of a car overturning from the night sky behind them. They leaned against the window and looked anxiously at the black mountain behind them, crying for help to the outside world.

"Save them!"

"Who's going to save them!"

"No one else can die!"

At this moment, when they learned what happened in wenwu county, the outside world shook...

Zhang Jianming's eyes cracked as he listened to the noise behind him.

Every time the car flipped over, the man with both hands firmly gripping the steering wheel shook his body. It was not fear, but anger clenched his teeth, and veins bulged in his palm as he gripped the steering wheel tightly.

Squeak!

The sound of emergency tires braking stopped the car, only to see lights and people not far away.

Damn it!

Zhang Jianming made an emergency turn and couldn't go any further. He hung up the gear, turned the steering wheel, and tried to make a turn on the narrow mountain road. However, at this moment, he was aware that something strange was approaching at the bottom of the mountain road cliff.

But the mountains were dark under the night.

Like the ghost world devoured by the terrifying barrier.

The cold, cold feeling engulfed zhang jianming's body, suddenly!

"Die!"

An angry roar, like a cold electric current running through the sky, seemed to shatter a nightmare. That cold, cold feeling disappeared from Zhang Jianming's body, and then he widened his eyes and saw the most incredible scene in his life.

A figure with a golden flame actually flew straight up the mountain from the bottom of the hill like an electric light. Along the way, all the trees and rocks were brutally smashed into pieces, and nearby bushes exploded in pieces. It was like a mythical scene. What was that? Was it really human?

Boom!

Fang Zheng stomped on the ground. A rock under his feet cracked like a spider web and collapsed. Nine yang true qi!

Wood Burning Broadsword Techniques!

Thud! Fang Zheng fell like a mad shadow, landing heavily on the ground. The Broadsword Techniques swung around, and a huge surge of true energy swept around like a red dragon, emitting scorching heat.

Boom!

The long black hair on the hillside turned into a raging flame in an instant.

However, more long black hair swept towards him, attempting to encircle him and strangle him to pieces.

At this moment, Fang Zheng was fearless.

The portable Ghost head knife went straight up.

Wood Burning Broadsword Techniques! First, second, third... The sky was full of knives and shadows, like a red lake exploding in the sky, the air was dry, and a large amount of water evaporated.

This was the result of an energy leak from the Nine yang true qi.

Even if it was just an energy leak, it would have caused such a strange phenomenon. One could imagine how high the temperature on the blade tip had reached as the blade circulated.

Boom!

The knife was twisted with the hair all over the sky. It was Fang Zheng's full strength to make the knife. It was as strong as a steel needle.

Carry a knife, carry two knives... The combustible wood Broadsword Techniques was getting faster and faster, and the superpowers were getting stronger and stronger. At first, some of the hair was shredded. The shredded hair was instantly ignited and burned into nothingness in mid-air.

At this moment, Fang Zheng danced the Wood Burning Broadsword Techniques tightly, and the Broadsword Techniques spun rapidly.

With one blade superimposed on the other, the power exploded.

Bang!

All over the sky, finally unable to withstand the Wood Burning Broadsword Techniques knife cycle, was cut open a crack, boom!

All burned,

Turned into a torch to the sky.

It only took a few seconds to burn.

However, he did not kill the ghost. He saw the woman's long hair growing like a tidal wave along the hillside, and she began to retreat like a tidal wave. She actually went straight back to Gujing village.

Bang!

Fang Zheng hit a few old trees in the way with a knife, dong, dong, dong, The rocks were trembling and powerful as if they were within his tiny body. They really had the brute force of an ancient elephant. All the way to the Wood Burning Broadsword Techniques, she kept breaking her long hair.

Under the Nine yang true qi, which had just arrived at the sun, the long hair of these women, which had been transformed by the power of the spirit, was all chopped up and burned clean.

This time, he finally caught this ghost. It was no longer as invisible as before, often powerless and useless. Fang Zheng was not willing to let it go easily this time.

In particular, this hundred-year-old ghost had suffered a backlash from the human skin scriptures, and this was the best time to take advantage of the weak.

Now I won't take the opportunity to kill this hundred-year-old ghost.

Is it waiting for a counterattack?

On the winding mountain road, Zhang Jianming stared at the strange scene in front of him. Was the person who saved his life really human?

This completely overturned the three views of ordinary people.

He looked at the incredible battle in front of him with his jaws wide open. A man could cut a big tree with a knife. Ordinary people would not dare to think about it. How strong should this be?

A strange thought came to his mind... Is this man's arm not flesh and blood, but the mechanical arm of the hydraulic excavator?

When he could no longer see the man, he disappeared from his sight, and Zhang Jianming came back from his shock as if he had just woken up from a dream. At this moment, Zhang Jianming seemed to think of something. His eyes were nervous and anxious, and he quickly turned around in his car, "Zhao Tai, Chen Zhiyong, you must be fine. Wait for me!"

The hundred-year-old ghost seemed to like his hair very much.

So women like to have their hair done?

Fang Zheng chased them all the way, and the Nine yang true qi burned them all the way, but their hair was still as thick as the tide.

This reminded him of Zheng Mei, who had been forced to lose his body...

At the thought of Zheng Mei, Fang Zheng's eyes turned cold, forcing down the strong sense of nausea that was about to turn the tide again, and the Broadsword Techniques's speed increased like a storm.

Large chunks of hair were burned to the ground.

Fang Zheng, who no longer had the scruples to expose himself, had chased all the way to Gujing village.

Until they reached the ancestral temple.

When he reached the ancestral temple again, Fang Zheng seemed to have thought of something. His eyes flashed and his face became even colder, "So you can't leave Gujing village..."

"Your body is not cold, your body is still under this dry well, so you can't leave Gujing village, and you have to go back to Gujing village in the end. This is your biggest limitation."

Fang Zheng guessed this because he clearly remembered that when he was still trapped in the phantom of a ghost hitting a wall, he was about to look into the old well from the woman's first perspective when someone suddenly attacked the back of his head from behind.

Whoosh!

The sound of the skirt rubbing against the air caused a white ghost to flash past a house behind Fang Zheng.

"Playing tricks!"

If this hundred-year-old ghost was in its heyday, Fang Zheng would probably have some scruples about hitting the wall with those three layers of ghosts, not daring to fight the ghost head-on.

But now this hundred-year-old ghost, the more insincere and pretentious she was, the more she was hurt by the Human Skin scriptures.

Burn your bones, see how you lost your bones, how can you be angry into a ghost!

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