After I got the first one, I wanted the second one, so I slowly approached the other wall. As soon as I walked in front of an extraordinary young Taoist priest, he kicked me in the crotch.
I... fell to the ground, and the foot that kicked me hit me in the head again.
After the pain subsided a little, I went to look for other figures. Without exception, when I was about to get close, they were kicked away.
The fat man suddenly said yes. Although I had obsessions in my heart, I could only follow him to a painted wall with two swords in hand.
I saw his hand drawing an arc on the landscape background of the painting, and making weird gestures in it. Boom, the wall cracked directly from the middle. I could hear the pain of the figures in the crack as their bodies were torn apart.
Scream.
Gradually, the walls moved to both sides, and I saw an upward spiral staircase. When Fatty and I walked into it, there were many sounds of relief coming from behind.
I was stunned for a moment, could it be because I left?
As we walked up the stairs, the fat man kept his head down, holding a book and reading. I asked him when he would reach the end, and he said "a day", which almost scared me to the point where I fell down.
Although I was a little tired from climbing the stairs, fortunately it was not dangerous and I felt happy and at ease. I couldn't help but think of many things.
Xuerou is a big problem for me now. She is so uncooperative and inactive, and she still takes over my body. She may be doing evil in secret.
I even suspected that the female driver had planned it with her when she asked me to sacrifice that weird face.
The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. I yelled at her in my mind, but she didn't say a word.
I was tired of shouting, so I didn't bother to care about her, but I always felt like there was a thorn in my heart.
The fat man became more and more garrulous along the way, and from time to time he would say something I couldn't understand. Thinking that I should also learn some Feng Shui, I leaned over to read the book in his hand, and I was suddenly confused.
Why the hell is this the same book that Li Nan was reading at the time, with nothing in it.
I asked him to read a passage to me, and he read it a little impatiently. Sure enough, I still seemed to be deaf and didn't hear anything.
Finally, one day passed and we arrived at the so-called upper floor. When we saw the same scene as downstairs, I had the illusion that I had been tricked.
The fat man was dumbfounded when he saw it. He walked back and forth in the room for a long time before his panic subsided.
I tentatively wandered in front of the painting wall. Sure enough, unlike the people in the painting wall below, they didn't react at all to my movements.
Just when I was about to grab a cool long sword on the painting, the fat man stopped me and said that this time I couldn't act like he did on the first floor. The people in these walls were several times stronger than before, and they were probably going to kill me.
The legs can knock me out.
After hearing what he said, I subconsciously tightened my legs and slowly took a few steps back.
After a while, the fat man stood in front of a man dressed in black. I leaned over to take a look and found that what the man was holding was not a weapon, but a small abacus.
I was about to ask, but the fat man was already trembling with excitement, his throat was twitching, and he said that this was the person who counted the dead, a legend in the field of Feng Shui and fortune telling!
Listening to what he said next, I immediately felt that he was a fan of the dead man. He knew his life and abilities very well, and even knew how many lovers the dead man had.
It turns out that this death-calculator was a strange man. He was born in the Republic of China and traveled around the country during the war-torn years. He relied on his ability to accurately calculate life and death, and was appreciated by many outstanding people at the time. However, his ability was too powerful, and he was hated by many people who did not believe in destiny.
Chase him and treat him as a demon.
However, those wonderful battles and weird and bizarre deeds are all circulated in the ghost circle. Although his final whereabouts are unknown, biographical notebooks with his story can often be seen in grocery stores in the ghost circle.
The fat man told me the most classic story. There were 300 horse thieves on the mountain at that time. This death-guessing man went there alone. Without throwing a punch, he told the gang to dig their own graves, and then buried his companions one by one, and finally buried them.
The companion jumped off the cliff again.
It's weird, but Fatty believes that I don't have this kind of admiration after all. Seeing his enthusiastic expression, I quickly patted his shoulder to tell him to calm down.
He ignored me at all. Instead, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed a hundred times. Then he came to the painting wall and stretched out his hand towards the small abacus in the painting.
Suddenly, his hand was sucked into the painting, and a sinister smile suddenly appeared on the originally gloomy face of the dead man.
I still don't know the situation. Seeing that he was caught so quickly, maybe the dead man likes him more and wants to have more contact with him.
As soon as the contact came into contact, half of his body was suddenly pulled in. His ferocious laughter almost made me wet my pants.
I rushed over, hugged his waist, and pulled him hard.
After a while, I finally pulled him out of the wall a little bit.
The fat man's face was full of pain, but suddenly he smiled in pain and shouted: "Caught."
My heart skipped a beat, thinking that he might have caught the baby, so I quickly tried my best to suck the baby.
But there seemed to be dozens of people holding him inside, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't pull him out any further.
Just when I thought it was all over and I was going to be doomed, an unexpected scene happened.
The dead man suddenly jumped out of the wall and came over to help us pull it out.
What?
Brother, we are not tug-of-war with you, then who are we tug-of-war with?
The fat man was so excited that he almost cried. He kept shouting "big brother, big brother". He was so incoherent that he was even more excited than an enthusiastic fan to see the king who he has loved for more than ten years.
I slapped him in the face and told him to concentrate and not get eaten by the thing in the wall!
It was a dead man's face, but I could see a hint of joy in his dim eyes.
With the help of the dead man, the fat man was pulled out bit by bit. I looked at his wrist that was about to be completely pulled out of the wall, and my tense heart relaxed a little.
Suddenly, there was a strong feeling of sadness emanating from the small abacus he was holding tightly. My nose felt sore, painful memories came to my mind, and I almost cried.
But the fat man was the first to be affected and burst into tears.
I asked him what was going on, but he didn't say anything. He just tried his best and sobbed softly.
With a crash, our bodies retreated backwards and fell to the ground. The dead man seemed to have known about it from the beginning. He turned sideways and stood beside us as soon as he retreated.
Before the fat man could speak, the dead man said that he was very satisfied with the sincerity of the fat man and was willing to pass on the mantle to the fat man. After saying that, he also took out a thick book. I was dumbfounded when I saw it. This ordinary
How did he take out a book the size of a book and thirty centimeters thick from his chest? Doraemon?
The fat man knelt directly on the ground, kowtowing continuously, and his face was smashed hundreds of times, and his head was broken.
The death teller smiled slightly, helped him up, and handed him the book.