Rumbling... The lights shone the construction site into a ghastly white. A machine roared. Just outside the machine, there are hundreds of figures.
It's not an urban area, not even a suburb. Looking around, there is a half-person-high thatch. However, within 100 meters from the center of the excavation site, all the thatched grass was pitch black, and it fell to the ground as if it had been splashed with ink. In the distance, a few dead trees could be vaguely seen, countless red-eyed crows were croaking, and the black crown of the tree generally covered the entire tree.
Sand... A snow-white bone spur, stained with blood, was pulled out from the still beating chest. The owner of the chest is a young Taoist priest. His lips were trembling, his hands gripping the bone spurs tightly, as if he was holding on to the vitality of his nostalgia.
The owner of the bone spur was a thin man with long hair and a shawl with a pale face. He hardly looked, and killing a man was as easy as killing a dog. With a light pump, the little Taoist spit out a mouthful of blood. However, there was no fear on his face, he just sneered and said tremblingly, "Evil devil heresy..."
brush! The long-haired man squatted down in an instant, his arm swung suddenly, the bone spurs pulled a dazzling arc in mid-air, the little Taoist priest's head flew up, and Gululu rolled to one side.
"Is this the direct disciple of the contemporary Zhang Zhenren of Longhu Mountain?" Bone spurs quietly indented into the sleeve of the suit. Ye Feng blew the man's long hair, and he sneered: "Sure enough... his descendants are all trash."
"Longhushan's hands are too long." Right beside him, a gloomy man in a Chinese tunic suit with his hands tucked into his sleeves spoke slowly. Then he glanced at the long-haired man dissatisfied: "If you kill him, Longhushan will not let it go. Now this era is different from the era you lived in. It's not easy to find such a talented disciple... It's not easy."
"So what?" The long-haired man sneered, his tongue sticking out a foot long, and licking his lips like a snake, his pupils suddenly turned into vertical pupils, and said coldly: "Taoism is the biggest religion in the country. His current generation Zhang Tianshi is not the original Zhang Daoling!"
"If Zhang Daoling, who slashed eight million ghosts in anger, would not want to come here." He laughed dryly, his voice like a night owl: "The Taoist Three Treasures Book Sword Seal, combined into the creation-level artifact Taiyi Wuji Zhen Shizhong But... I can read the historical records, the Tianshi sword was brought to Taiwan and left at the bottom of Sun Moon Lake. Zhang Tianshi, who is of orthodox blood, also fled to Taiwan, and this Dragon Tiger Mountain... is just a civet cat for the prince."
"Without Zhang Tianshi's bloodline, the Taoist Three Treasures are incomplete... Jie Jie... If Zhang Tianshi doesn't come, he will come... I will personally send him back to the West!"
The gloomy man was unmoved, and raised his eyebrows a few seconds later: "Don't forget... you have already killed seven Yin Yu."
Zhang Tianshi is not terrible, but if he informs the underworld, it will be really bad!
The messenger takes people, and the eight words that are idle and miscellaneous make him shiver with chills.
"Underworld!!!" These two words seemed to touch the long-haired man, his long hair suddenly rose up, and his clothes were windless. The chest rises and falls sharply. After a long time, it calmed down.
"It's just a paradise for traitors... When did they become authentic?!" He gritted his teeth and sneered: "Our brothers have awakened seven hundred... In addition to the more than one thousand whose bodies were smashed to ashes, there are at least two thousand. The remains can be found!"
"Once our souls return to their original positions, our spirits and flesh become one, and the underworld... what's so scary?"
At this moment, a violent vibration suddenly filled the earth! In the next second, a cloud of yin that mortals can't see burst into the sky, and it lasted for a long time! This is not the yin of the underworld... It feels older and more turbid than the underworld. And... with an extremely ferocious smell!
Brush Lala! The hair and robes of the long-haired man and the gloomy man almost flew straight up, but they did not panic at all. The long-haired man even turned his head back in surprise, his mouth cracked to his ears: "This is... a complaint against Your Excellency!"
Before he finished speaking, he was already rushing towards the rear.
It's not just a place, it's even uninhabited, but strangely, it's just a piece of land. But it is dry soil.
Whether it has rained or not, the soil here does not seem to be wet. The size of a chestnut. And in this dry land, there is a slightly raised stone mountain.
It is not appropriate to say that it is a mountain, it is just a stone mound. About one or two meters high, about twenty meters in radius. In the middle of the hill, there is a spring. However, the water was full of gravel, as if it had been sprayed up by a spring.
Anyone who has a little understanding of Feng Shui will definitely take a detour.
The soil is as dry as millet, as wet as cut flesh, and the water springs with gravel. In addition, Shishan is not buried... This... is a peerless murderous place!
There is no such thing as "gathering qi" in the things buried here, or it was too vicious before his death, and he wanted to cut off the connections of his descendants. Suppress the corpse. Either the descendants are looking forward to the corpse of the buried things, or normal people will never be buried in such a place!
The long-haired man was extremely fast and quickly fell around the stone mound. A large pit of about 50 meters has been dug here! There are rope ladders going down in all directions. A hazy light flickered below, a hundred meters deep!
Here, there are hundreds of people around. In the center, a man with glasses and a suit frowned and looked to the left: "Mr. Zhao, I want an explanation."
"What's the explanation?" The man known as Mr. Zhao was terribly pale and terribly thin, as if he would collapse when the wind blew. Hundreds of people on the field seemed to be dominated by him, all surrounding him.
"How can this kind of thing be dug out of this piece of land?" The man in the face was livid, and he said bitterly: "Do you know that this piece of land is sold for several million? How can I tell the Land Bureau when it is dug up like this?"
Mr. Zhao is very old, about 80 years old. He wears a Chinese tunic suit, lightly twists his beard, and looks at the man with a smile: "Ms. Hu, are you still worried about this?"
Magistrate Hu sneered: "The ruling party must of course benefit the other party. Land is the economic foundation of Ruicheng County, and you didn't tell me what's under it! Why don't I worry? Are you questioning my party spirit?"
Mr. Zhao almost laughed. He tilted his head, and a man in a suit with an indifferent face beside him immediately handed over a piece of paper with both hands.
"Two million, you don't see it. We have been working together for a few years, haven't we?" Mr. Zhao said with a cane in both hands, smiling.
Magistrate Hu didn't even look at it, and didn't even answer. He just looked at Mr. Zhao with a half-smile but not a smile: "Yeah... It's been a few years, and thousands of pits have been dug in Ruicheng County. Your company has a really good appetite. Have you ever thought about bringing money to our county's land work? How much inconvenience?"
Mr. Zhao still smiled, looked at Magistrate Hu for three seconds, and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, another man held a piece of paper and handed it over.
"Five million." Mr. Zhao smiled and took the hand of Magistrate Hu: " Magistrate Hu came late at night, it's hard work. This is just a little thought of our Jiang's enterprise. Just like the previous check, you can pay at will Any international bank cashing, no matter how you check it, you can't find it."
Magistrate Hu's face finally eased a little, sighed with emotion, and patted Mr. Zhao's hand: "For Ruicheng County, my heart is broken."
"Understand, understand. Everyone understands each other." Mr. Zhao smiled and retracted his hand. Suddenly, a scream came from below the pothole, which was extremely frightening.
Mr. Zhao glanced at it slightly and smiled mysteriously: "Ms. Hu... Don't you want to know what's down there?"
Magistrate Hu frowned and said: "Mr. Zhao, I am in charge of attracting investment in Ruicheng County, and you are the company I recruited. Since I am in charge of this, I will never interfere with the operation of the company without permission. We must implement the instructions of the superiors in detail and send the elders to the office. The spirit and the style of our party are brought to all work. What do you mean?"
Mr. Zhao smiled more mysteriously: "Yes."
Magistrate Hu turned around and left: "Since the infrastructure work has been completed, it means that the work of the Jiang Group is about to start. Then I'm relieved, and remember to make a report tomorrow. There are so many things to do, so I don't need the face work of cutting the ribbon. Be pragmatic... "
He quickly left the scene, for some reason, the longer he stayed, the more uncomfortable he felt.
Just beyond the land, a black Santana was parked there. Magistrate Hu stepped onto the car and waved his hand: "Go home to the court."
The driver did not say a word and immediately lit the fire. It was only after driving dozens of meters that he said with lingering fear: "Leader... Who are these people? What do I think... Why are they not good people?"
Almost any driver is a leader's confidant. Hearing this sentence, Magistrate Hu who was closing his eyes and resting his mind suddenly opened his eyes and scolded: "I need your reminder?!"
"Attracting investment is the point! Who cares who he is? Others have dug a hole for millions! Over the past few years, they have spent more than one billion in Ruicheng County! We don't need any policy support! Do you need to remind me?"
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"Your Excellency Thousand-faced Buddha." Just after Magistrate Hu left, the long-haired man walked leisurely to Mr. Zhao's side and raised his chin toward where Magistrate Hu left: "He looks too ugly. Sooner or later, he will be punished by the government Shuanggui, it will be easy to bring us out at that time, do you want to…”
"No." Mr. Zhao smiled and licked his lips, as if looking forward to the most delicious dish: "His soul... It's really delicious... This person has been left to this seat, I have been for a long time... I haven't smelled this fragrance for a long time. the taste of…”
A woman holding a child, also wearing a straight women's suit, raised her eyebrows and said, "What about Yin Yu?"
"Seven Yin Feather appeared in a month. Shouldn't you go? After all... With 'they' here, the underworld can't find us."
Thousand-faced Buddha Mr. Zhao finally restrained his smile and frowned deeply.
He didn't even look at the realm of the sun or the Dragon Tiger Mountain.
There is only one thing that really makes him jealous, and that is the power of Yin Si.
I really didn't expect them to be above Yama... and their strength is definitely not weak, and the truth is completely restored... If they really do it, the outcome is unpredictable.
The seven Yin Yus are already warnings, at least it means that the underworld is searching for his place with all its strength, and was beaten by the destruction of Requiem City. Are you eager to find the place...
He looked at the giant pit, then looked up at the sky. After a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "No need!"
"Keep digging!"
"The terrain here... is water spring sand, wet like cutting meat. It is already where Silianxing is... It is not far from the cemetery of 'it'..."