There’s an Evil Spirit Here (Here Lies The Wicked) - v2 Chapter 910

While thinking, Founder suddenly recalled a detail.

“This time in the painting, when the man is applying the Fumo King Kong seal, my keen perception captures the traces of violent waves in the air …”

“But my Voldemort Diamond Seal was born out of the martial arts cheats and was urged by a body of blood and true energy.”

Founder looked suddenly: “Yes! It must be related to the way of exercise!”

“The way I practice with this world is completely two paths. If the person in the painting urges the spirit or the yin to exert my Voldemort Diamond Seal, is this not a game card bug!”

Finally, I wanted to understand the reason for the founder, founding a new way to make money!

As long as the painter family is willing to give up the blood, he can wipe the painter family to bankruptcy today.

Next is the seventh cycle …

The eighth cycle …

Founder of the new way of wealth, found wave after wave of leeks, has long forgotten his purpose of coming here today.

There is absolutely no rush to break out as soon as possible.

Maybe others will be eager to find a way to break the game, but when it comes to the number of founders, Fang is just hoping to continue to cycle like this.

Founder speculates that the “people” in this ancient painting should also be a way of painting the skin of the Gaopi family, capable of cloning others.

The description of the skin in the book means that the evil spirits put on the human skin painted with colored pens and dress up as others to achieve the purpose of cracking the belly and heart.

I just don’t know if the ghosts in this ancient painting have unlimited supply?

It is not known whether the unlimited supply is found, because after he killed himself eleventh time, when he entered the ancient building complex again, this time the ancient building complex has undergone new changes.

It should have been empty, and no one walked around in the quiet ancient building complex, and suddenly a rapid bark of the dog sounded.

The sudden barking of the dog late in the night made Fang Zheng’s original footsteps inevitable.

If you listen carefully, the barking of the dog is actually not far away, coming from the only old house with lights on.

As the dog barked, I saw an empty room that was supposed to be empty. Under the light of the lights, I saw someone shaking.

Squeak.

The door opened.

An old man wearing a black gown came out of the back room.

The old man walked out of the room, his eyelids lifted slightly, and he saw the Founder just outside the door.

“Young man, I have a grudge against you, old man?” The old man looked calmly at the moment, standing outside the door with his long knife.

“No.”

“Well, do I blame the old man?”

“also not.”

“Since you don’t have any grudge against the old man, why don’t you just meet the old man and draw a knife with me when you meet?”

Before waiting for Fang Zheng’s answer, there was an old dog with a white beard in the yard.

Then sticking his tongue out boneless and kneeling to lick the old man’s shoes.

Founder’s eyes moved.

I looked at an old man and an old dog in front of me, and then I looked at the old house behind the old man and the dog, looking thoughtfully.

The old man’s question was not answered immediately.

“Boy, do you know someone who was so disrespectful to me last time, what happened to him afterwards?”

“Or would you let me get into your belly to see this old man?” Fang Zheng finally answered, but his answer was obviously wrong.

“???

“Because that way I can become a roundworm in your stomach, and I will know what your thoughts are.” Fang Zheng said with a boxing palm, a copy of this tone.

Old man: “…”

The old man selectively ignored Founder’s abrupt changes in his painting style and began to talk to himself.

“Old man, I vaguely remember that a criminal who dared to come and paint my Gao family against my Gao family recently, or 80 years ago.”

“That day was also a late night like today. A self-proclaimed person was able to fight. Later, by the old man, I drew out three souls and seven souls, enclosed the painting skin of the animal lane, and made a watchdog that I painted Pi Gao family.”

“I promised him that if he could be a watchdog of my painting Pigao family, until someone next time rushed me to paint the Pigao family, I would give him the freedom to replace the old one with the new one and replace him with the new one. Be my watchdog for the Pico family. “

As the old man talked, the old gray-bearded dog on the ground kneeled and licked the old man’s shoes more diligently.

Attentiveness is as humble as beggars.

Listening to the old man’s words, Fang Zheng glanced down and knelt down to be an old dog who humbled the dog.

The old man’s words fell, and his fingertips were drawn at the heart of the old dog’s head, from the center of the eyebrows down the back to the coccyx.

I saw a slender, skinny male old man with naked body, wrinkled skin like old citrus, skinny hungry, hair and beard all white, and it was difficult to get out of the old dog’s drawing skin.

Such an old age seems to be a hundred years old.

He was exhausted even after walking a few steps.

He is really too old.

Even because of being sealed in the dog skin all year round, the body shrinks all year round, and the bones are deformed and hunched.

Although this is just the human ghost, not the flesh.

However, he was imprisoned in a dog skin all year long. One imprisonment lasted for eighty years, and even the ghost could not help producing some distortion.

“Old Xu, how long have you been with me?”

“Go back, Master, me. I have been following you since I was forty years old … I am 133 years old today, and I am about eighty-three years old …”

Perhaps it was because he was imprisoned in the painting of the animal road for many years and lost his ability to be a human being. He hadn’t spoken for more than 80 years, which made it very difficult for the thin old man to speak. Speaking intermittently, some words are not clear, it sounds very difficult.

“Is it eighty-three years, the time is really fast, please tell me, how are I going to treat you in these eighty-three years?” The old man in black shirt looks into the void ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ With memories.

“Adults have never scolded me once, and treated me as their own.” The thin old man in Ricky still spoke with difficulty, intermittently.

“No, I have never regarded you as your own. You are just a dog that I raised when I was bored, to pass the time.”

The thin, slender old man shivered violently, and looked at the old man in black shirt with dreadful eyes. He seemed to recall some terrible scene of more than eighty years. He lowered his head, and he only knelt down beside the old man in black shirt.

“Big, what the adults say … yes.”

“I, just, the grownup has a … pet dog, watchdog.”

There was endless bitterness, helplessness, pain, sorrow, desolation in the voice, but only dare not have a trace of resentment and resistance.

“Yes, it seems that you are old and confused, and have self-knowledge.”

“I promised you that if I were to be a dog I painted in the Piccolo family, I promised you to give you freedom, and I will honor the promise made 83 years ago today.”

“Thank you, sir! Thank you sir!” I have thoroughly tamed, humbled me deeply into my bones, and knelt down on the ground. The slender little old man was grateful.

“But living sins are exempt, death sins are inescapable!” The old man in black shirt suddenly froze.

“Today, two waves of people collided with me to paint the Pi Gao family. You are too old, your ears are back, and you ca n’t even see your eyes. It took me so long to realize that I was 133 and let you be my Gao family Watchdog, it’s really embarrassing for you. “

The rickety little old man hadn’t had time to raise his head and beg for mercy, and he was directly shot into nothingness.

Then, the old man in black shirt looked at the young and strong Founder: “It’s your turn this time.”

“Your blood is very strong, and you have a bit of stupid energy. I happen to be lacking a male tiger who can work hard. When you are a breeding tiger of my Gao family, you can breed my tigress.”