Here Lies The Wicked

Chapter 147 Oil And Gas Field

For the next few days, Fang Zheng stayed in bed and out at night.

Practice hard during the day.

Fang Zheng felt that he was becoming more and more fond of the feeling of cultivation and the feeling of being able to make rapid progress every day.

If a person like him were to be placed in a buddhist sect, he would probably be the most suitable to be a ascetic monk.

In the taoist school, he was a pure and ascetic person.

If there were enough runes in the Human Skin scriptures, Fang Zheng would probably be locked up until the end of time.

Fang Zheng worked hard during the day, but at night, he left early and returned late. He wandered all the way to the university city. Every day, when he had nothing to do, he ran to rub and collect their wool.

With such frequent and diligent work, he could earn about two or four runes a night.

It wasn't much, but it was because of the steady income.

Just like cutting leeks, every day after cutting one crop, another crop grows out.

However, faced with the income of two or four runes, at the beginning, Fang Zheng still felt a little different. He thought that he could collect dozens of runes in one night? Hundreds of them? After all, the special operations department was a professional, and it was also digging wool near the people's nest.

But when faced with the reality of the bone feeling, Fang Zheng had some understanding of the reason.

If there were so many dense ghosts in a city, there would be hundreds of them every day as the spirit revived. It was estimated that no amount of population would be enough to kill so many dense ghosts.

If there were a lot of casualties, no matter how hard they tried to hide it, they would not be able to hide it.

These ghosts, should be different with the individual resentment, or which spiritual nodes are rich, or other reasons for the impact of the gradual recovery.

Perhaps today's recovery of the three deaths was worse.

Ten of them died before they died tomorrow.

Instead of a mass recovery.

Therefore, in this background, the reason why he only collected wool from the Special operations department every day to two or four strands of soul energy, one should be that most people were outside patrolling the night, and did not return;

Secondly, because of the time limit, it was possible that some people had been away for so long that the spirit and spirit of the ghosts had dissipated, and even when they returned to the university city, there was no response from the human skin scriptures.

Of course, these were all Fang Zheng's personal guesses, he just felt that there was a possibility.

Although the production capacity is only two to four strands of soul energy every day, but the victory is stable, every day. Compared to Zhou city people's hospital and drugstore owners, this is still considered an oil and gas field.

However, oil and gas fields are also divided into large and small... There are also nine million barrels of crude oil a day and thousands of barrels a day...

In the past few days, Fang Zheng has strengthened the God of Nine Suns Kung to the sixth level.

The Indestructible Seal has been strengthened to the fifth level.

The Indestructible Seal is divided into nine levels.

One to three levels, you can practice the illusion of qi.

On the fourth to sixth levels, one can learn to look at the enemy through his breath, which is to detect the enemy through his true qi.

From the seventh to the ninth floor, the true meaning of "Indestructible Seal" is to transform the life from death to life and the life from life to death.

When Fang Zheng reached the fourth level, he had already trained his true qi to detect the enemy.

There was a saying in the original work of "The tale of two dragons in the tang dynasty" about the true qi of the enemy.

"Kou zhongxin's voice is not good. Shi zhixuan's fist has a clear train of thought and the strength and strength of his strength and strength are all within his grasp. He knows that his intention is not to break his' no attack', but to probe his situation with indestructible seal qi, and then determine the best way to attack. It's just that shi zhixuan's unique method of mind can detect the true qi movement in his body."

From this, it can be seen that true qi is a kind of knowing one's enemy and one's own. It is a kind of exquisite martial art that can detect the energy change in the opponent's body during a battle. If you can master it well, you will be able to anticipate the enemy's first chance. You will be able to use your strength to fight in advance, to use your strength to unload your strength, and to detect the vital gate between the movement of qi and strength in advance.

...

That day, at night.

Fang Zheng first sent the little skeleton to Zuo qianhu and continued to study wood carving. He would pick it up before dawn.

When sending the little skeleton to Zuo qianhu's shop, Fang Zheng stopped by the underworld shop and greeted Mr. Fu, which was considered basic courtesy.

Mr. Fu, as usual, had a deadpan, expressionless face. Mr. Fu, who greeted Fang Zheng at the door and was not good at expressing himself, nodded slightly.

As for the little skeleton, both of them had seen it the night Mr. Fu and Butcher zhang returned. However, it seemed that both of them were much calmer because they were always in control of the store.

When Fang Zheng left the Underworld shop, he returned to university town as usual.

Fang Zheng didn't show up on his own every day, and he was worried that people might suspect him. He usually sneaked into the university city.

Today was the second time Fang Zheng had looked for Old god stick since the last time they met. Fang Zheng had just arrived at Old god stick's stall when he saw that there was business coming to Old god stick's stall.

He was actually a college student who grew up in a marxian, high-end intellectual, hoping to predict whether he would fail tomorrow.

This can also be counted as divination?

Fang Zheng was surprised.

"This year, the white tiger is sitting on the head. If there is a disaster, there will be a disaster..." Watching Old god stick shake his head and mumble.

"Your left hand is born the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow is good or bad. Little brother, your exam tomorrow is dangerous and unknown. Just as the old saying goes, I have a solution here. Ten yuan to solve a life difficult, can't buy a loss, can't buy a scam..."

Sure enough, Old god stick was always on the same page. Fang Zheng felt that the scam was too shallow, but the college student actually believed it.

I don't know if it's the fear of being dominated by exams, or if Old god stick's words about not being able to buy ten dollars at a loss and not being able to buy a scam worked... But it was probably more of a lack of hard work and a lack of self-restraint that reminded him of the temporary "Tao" foot...

A few minutes later, just after the college student was sent away, another college student sat down in front of the stall, and actually came to ask if the Luck would fail tomorrow.

It was only after three rounds that the business became quiet again, and during that time, a wisp of spirit flew out of the old Renwenxueyuan next door.

Ordinary spirit + 1.

Fang Zheng was happy.

"Old god stick, business is good today." Fang Zheng sat in front of the stall and continued wrapping the clock.

Old god stick saw the money and quickly put away the 100 yuan old man that Fang Zheng had put on the stall, but he had to pretend to be indifferent and disdainful, "What is this today? I'm going to be rich soon."

"Compared to the next big fortune, it's a drop in the bucket today."

Hearing this, Fang Zheng's heart stirred and became interested.

Not long after Old god stick became serious, he returned to his original form and winked at Fang Zheng with a smug expression, "Do you want old tao to teach you a lesson? What do you mean old tao? When I hit him, someone cried and cried and hugged a few pieces of money to give to old tao."

How much money?

How many or a hundred thousand?

Fang Zheng looked at a set of props, costumes, and robes washed to a pulp white, not willing to throw away the stingy Old god stick, not like the life of a rich man?

Under Fang Zheng's curious questioning, Old god stick's face became solemn, "It has something to do with the marriage of the dead!"

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