There’s an Evil Spirit Here

The collapse of Li's house in Sansan's house caused this

So even if it was still early, the village in front of the gate was already very lively. Around the ruins of Li's home, many villagers gathered around and pointed at the ruins.

The discussion continued.

Some people guessed it was an earthquake, some people guessed it was a problem with the quality of the house, and some people guessed that it was Li's family who secretly killed an out-of-town girl to match his son's marriage.

Cough.

A slightly guilty Founder walked along the roots of the alley and secretly left the neighborhood.

Then immediately call where the old **** stick is.

Fang Zhengda walked around in the evening and didn't close his eyes overnight. When Fang Zheng found the old **** stick, his eyebrow muscles were picked up. The old **** stick was actually holding the widow's hand. The little hand was held in the generous hand of the old **** stick, and was constantly rubbed in the palm by the old **** stick, painting a small circle, the widow face was peach blossom, and the spring eyes were rippling.

There are several rural women around the old **** stick. They all want to look at the palm of the old **** stick. Yanfu is not shallow, but he can envy the men around him with envious eyes and burst into flames.

Poorly staring at the old **** stick.

If the old **** stick had any inconspicuous thoughts or unusual behaviors, it would be estimated that he would be killed alive by men in the village.

"This commander is clever and clever. A bowl of clear water can be leveled. You can't take advantage of the sharp tip. You can't take advantage of people. You can't take four or two from the straight, don't ask for half a catty from the bend ..." Squinting, Bai Nen's palm, which had been holding the widow all the time, kept looking at the palm.

In addition, the old **** stick has a good skin bag. Although the meat is a bit old, the elderly also have a red sunset. In addition, the old **** stick is serious, and the props on the body can also add a lot of points to it, which really attracted a lot. Rural women.

Listening to the old **** stick blowing there, Founder just huh.

He can still remember how unreliable the old **** stick was when he first met him.

God's right hand is too murderous! !

"Hey, murderous!"

Holding the widow Bai Nen's right hand all the time, he was concentrating on the palmist old **** stick for the widow. It seemed to feel something, and suddenly shivered.

The widow's face immediately changed, she should have peach blossoms on her face, her eyes were springing, and she instantly turned her face, slap, oops, the old **** stick screamed like Ru Ju's face already had bright red fingerprints.

"Old rogue!"

The widow looked embarrassed and anxious, stomping her feet away.

Other rural men in the surroundings have been waiting for this moment for a long time. When they saw that the old **** stick was slapped by the widow, they thought that the old **** stick was not clean, and immediately a hull of people rushed up to beat the old **** stick.

The old **** stick was not weak at all, and shouted: "Tai Shang Lao Jun is in a hurry like a decree, who dares to touch my old hair with a sweat, old man I read a curse to drive the ghost, and immediately moved a little ghost to sit on his shoulder, Let his neck sore for ten days, one month, he must lose every gambling, drink cold water to plug his teeth, bad luck for ten days, one month. "

The roar of the old **** stick, combined with the props on the old **** stick to serve the robe, is really a bit popular.

"The country has broken through the ages, except for feudal superstition. Now it is the information age. Every household has an Internet and a smart phone. You should be so deceitful as a deceitful rural village a few decades ago. Then send it to the village committee. "

When the village men roared, their fists and feet would fall on the old **** stick like raindrops.

The old **** stick shook his old flesh and hurriedly fled the wall.

In this farce, as the old **** sticks over the wall, the noise around them gradually disappeared. Fang was waiting for ten minutes in place, until the old **** stick sneaked and sneaked back.

Founder saw the old **** stick and chuckled.

Old God Stick also saw Founder.

"Those people are gone?" The old **** stick seemed to be caught in bed guilty conscience.

Seeing that there were no villagers around, the old **** stick came out and straightened his waist and said sternly again: "Little brother, old man, I am an adult who doesn't remember the young man. Old man can be my dad anyway. Have you ever seen Dad get angry with his son? "

Founder didn't take care of the old **** stick.

He directly stated that he was going to meet Li and his wife.

He left the old **** last night, and the stick is responsible for taking care of the two old couples, so they are both the old **** stick players.

He is naturally looking for old **** stick people.

"This Li Sansan family didn't know what had happened. Last night the house collapsed into ruins. The couple were later taken away by several brothers of Li Sansan."

"This family is the home of Brother Li's third brother. By the way, just ten minutes before you arrived, Li's couple just woke up."

As the old **** stick said, he took the Founder into the house.

At this time, Li's third big brother's house was surrounded by many of Li's third family. Such a big thing happened to Li's third family, and his son drowned and died, and he was married, and the house collapsed. There is a whole series of evil affairs, and everyone came to express their concern.

The old **** stick has mixed faces in the village in front of the gate, and the old **** stick is also a Taoist priest who presides over the nuptial marriage ritual. The stick is free here.

The old **** stick also lied that Fang was his apprentice, and did not cause much doubt.

However, the two had not yet entered the house and suddenly heard screams coming from the room. When everyone rushed into the room where the screams came out, they saw that Li Sansan was holding his head in pain and his left hand was tight. Squeezing his neck tightly, his right hand was thrust into his throat, and his mouth widened to the limit of inhumanity.

Li's right hand, almost the entire palm of his hand was tucked into his throat. The throat was stretched so much that it bulged like a small ball. The right hand was scratching in the throat. What was it buckling, it was crazy crazy.

Then his throat was scratched by his nails, and his mouth kept bleeding, and the blood had spilled to the ground.

But Mr. Li did n’t seem to feel anything about it. His right hand kept scratching in his throat, and blood kept pouring out of his mouth. This **** scene of self-mutilation scared other people into place, and finally founder and God The stick responded quickly and rushed to save people.

But Mr. Li was still scratching his throat with self-mutilation. Even if he was under control, people were struggling like crazy, struggling wildly, regardless of their own life and death.

But no matter how Li Sansan struggled, he couldn't match Founder's strength. He was overturned to the ground by Founder, suppressing Li Lao San's hands, and no longer let him continue to self-harm.

But Li Sansan's face was very painful, and his head was madly smashed to the ground. It seemed that he had to smash his head away. He was so powerful that he couldn't even hold the old **** stick. In the end, it was still founder's shot to control Li Sansan. Crazy self-mutilation.

At this time, Founder also saw Li's wife, who fell in the pool of blood and lost his breath.

She held a pair of scissors in her hand, plunged into her throat, and almost cut a third of her neck. Before she died, her face looked extremely painful, as crazy as Li Sansan. uMore exciting novels, welcome to visit every college