Here Lies The Wicked

It was late at night.

All the lights were still.

Five or six hours had passed since the day when the mountain had caved into a man's head.

During this period, two more peaks collapsed and two human head pits were created. At present, three human head pits have been formed.

This caused a stir in all the townships. During the day, people from several nearby mountain villages came to watch with curiosity.

Even in the evening, a few police officers from Wen wu xiang police stations arrived, pulled up a cordon, and persuaded the crowd to stay away from the crowd, preventing the mountain from continuing to slide, causing accidents, but also to prevent people from destroying the human head pit. It was said that an archaeologist was already on his way.

At night.

In Dragon head lake village, a dark shadow sneaked out of the village and, under the natural cover of the thick night, quickly lurked in the direction of the landslide.

This man was Fang Zheng.

However, at this time, he was dressed in props, tactical clothes, and daytime "Militant" attire, covering his whole body.

He stole this set of equipment from the props master.

In order to disturb his vision, he stole several other sets of props of different sizes and deliberately forged them into ordinary burglary cases.

The name Dragon head lake village comes from Dragon head lake, which has one of the major reservoirs in Zhou city. The three mountains that had collapsed and dug holes in their heads were between Dragon head lake and the stone forest where they were filming during the day.

During the day, Fang Zheng and Local Tyrant, along with a group of crew members, followed the curious villagers on a short trip.

A total of thousands of human heads had collapsed from the three mountains, shocking and terrifying.

During the day, there were so many people and so many eyes. Fang Zheng was just standing far away in three human head pits. This time, he came out late at night and looked around carefully.

Perhaps, with luck, it was a supernatural event, and he could collect a few wisps of grey air.

When Fang Zheng quietly touched the three mountains, a cordon had been drawn outside the three headpits to prevent people from crossing.

Fang Zheng had always suspected that this human head pit was an ancient human head sacrifice.

In ancient times, human head sacrifices, such as offering sacrifices to gods or guarding against grave robbers, were used in some sacrificial ceremonies or large tombs.

Because a tomb with a head sacrifice usually forms a very resentful yin nurturing place...

The world is getting weirder and weirder, and Fang Zheng has been charging a lot of relevant knowledge recently. In the beginning, he was not only helping officer wei collect the list of novels, but also searching for relevant knowledge for himself, so his first reaction was to think of the head pit, head sacrifice.

The night was quiet, and the mountains were as dark as the shadows of ghosts. From time to time, there were strange noises in the mountains, which made people's hair stand up. They felt something was hidden in the mountains, and they were hiding in the dark with two cold eyes peeping at them.

At night, zhong lingyuxiu mountain during the day seemed to be separated from the real world by a mist. It was dark, deep, strange and gloomy, like a suffocating depression, unable to breathe, and became a terrifying shadow.

Fang Zheng, who was wearing the props, had a deep look that did not match his age and temperament. He quietly hid in the dark and looked around the mountains around Dragon head lake, his eyes deep in thought.

"In the mountains around Dragon head lake, isn't there a human head pit buried in each of them? To form a large gathering area and eventually turn Dragon head lake into the most evil gathering pool?"

Fang Zheng made this guess because he found that the three peaks that had collapsed and caved in were three of the peaks that surrounded Dragon head lake.

But this was only Fang Zheng's guess, after all, he was not a professional.

Fang Zheng gazed at Dragon head lake, in the middle of the mountains, and Dragon head lake, in the dark, was shrouded in a layer of white mist, which seemed even weirder.

Under the thick night, Fang Zheng was quietly dormant and motionless.

He didn't rush out.

Who knows if there are any people hiding around? Maybe they have already laid a trap and are waiting for them.

As time passed, Fang Zheng was patient and remained motionless.

He did not believe that the movement here would not attract the attention of some thoughtful people.

All he had to do was wait nearby, wait for these people to show up, rush to the front line and sweep the mines. Then he hid in the dark, took the opportunity to collect the wool, secretly collected the gray air, and became a profitless fisherman.

Late at night at 23: 00, 0: 00, 1: 00 ... Time continued to slip away, and Fang Zheng was still waiting patiently. Just when he thought the night was going to pass so peacefully, suddenly!

From an unknown dark corner, a dark figure jumped out of the sky and finally stood on the shore of the lake. He seemed to be thinking about something and pacing around.

Fang Zheng was stunned. There was a look of astonishment and surprise on his face that he couldn't see under his tactical helmet.

This man... Was exactly the same as him, dressed in props and costumes from the crew, and dressed as a hollywood "Elite militant" who "Belonged to the same camp" as him, to hide his identity.

Fang Zheng frowned.

Just at this moment, an even more bizarre scene appeared.

The sound of water waves sliding gently came from the deep part of Dragon head lake, shrouded in mist, like stones thrown into the windless ancient pool in the deep mountains and forests. It was so clear and harsh.

They saw a small boat, an old man, in a demoiselle coat, wearing an old bamboo hat, two hands slowly shaking the oars, from the depths of Dragon head lake, gently rippling the surface of the lake.

A green lantern was hanging on the bow of the boat, and the light was dim, revealing a small circle of extremely narrow lake near the boat.

The mysterious man standing on the shore of the lake boarded the boat.

Then, the old man in the raincoat paddled slowly but steadily towards the depths of Dragon head lake, gradually disappearing into the misty depths of the white fog.

It was getting more and more mysterious.

Who the hell is that mysterious man, and why does he have the costume of the crew?

Was it an outsider who stole the costume?

Or... Just like him, was he always on the set?

Fang Zheng frowned and thought.

About ten minutes later, another dark figure appeared from the shadows.

But that's not the point.

This man, too, was wearing the same costume that Fang Zheng stole from the set...

This man came to the shore of the lake and did not wait for long. A small boat and an old man in demoiselle clothes paddled unhurriedly again, rowing out from the depths of the lake. The calm lake surface rippled with strange blue ripples under the green lantern.

Then, the boat drifted deeper into Dragon head lake.

The mysterious people who appeared one after another were all wearing props that were stolen from the set. For a moment, everything seemed to be lost.

This time, the surroundings seemed to have finally sunk into silence.

An hour, two hours... No one else showed up. It was almost dawn. In another hour or two, it was dawn. Fang Zheng gritted his teeth.

He sneaked out of his hiding place, then hesitated and hesitated to come to the lakeside where the two mysterious men had stood before.

Sure enough... A small boat, an old man in demoiselle clothes, slowly rowing out from the depths of the lake.

There was a green lantern hanging on the bow of the boat as it docked...

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