The red shadow in front of him disappeared in a flash, and hid in a scholar's examination room.

Fang Zheng strode out, almost instantaneously.

But the exam room was empty.

At this moment, in the long, quiet dungeon, a woman's clear singing voice began to sound, and that singing voice was filled with countless lamentations, resentments and sadness.

I don't know who the white bones are, and they can't cover them vertically and horizontally.

......

The cocoon is a lonely scene, and the liver and lungs are scolded.

......

When life is long, I have worries all year round.

The singing voice sang over and over again, the voice was beautiful, and the endless lamentation of fate, after Fang Zheng listened to it a few times, he finally heard that this is not part of Cai Wenji's "Poems of Grief and Indignation"?

The full text of "Poems of Grief and Indignation" can be roughly divided into three parts.

They are the Dong Zhuo Rebellion in the first part;

In the second part, the famous family was reduced to a prisoner of abuse, like the wind swept the grass, and was displaced from the frontier;

The bones of the third part are unknown, and the relatives have been lost.

The reason why Fang Zheng was deeply impressed by this "Poem of Grief and Indignation" was because when he was participating in club activities in college, there was a rehearsal of the show, and he was pulled to be a strong man, so he got acquainted with this "Poem of Grief and Indignation".

Thinking of the artistic conception of distress in "Poems of Grief and Indignation", and then thinking of the various mountain gods I saw before, it seems that the owner of this song compared the mountain gods to the brutal and unscrupulous Dong Zhuo's rebellion?

Just as Fang Zheng was thinking, a red figure flashed in front of him at a very fast speed.

"Who?"

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Fang Zheng didn't think about it, almost instantaneously chased it, boom!

The fragile wooden walls of several examination rooms were shattered by the ape arms of the demon ape, and the fragments were scattered all over the ground.

But this time it was still empty.

Fangzheng's brows couldn't help but twist up.

This time the ghost is fast and cunning......

"Exile becomes a contempt, and I am often afraid of re-donation... When life is long, I have worries all year round......" The woman's voice sounded again.

This time, the voice came from behind Fangzheng.

The muscles in Fangzheng's back tensed, and the long-armed demon ape turned around suddenly.

A beautiful ancient woman holding a folded red oil-paper umbrella in her hand, wearing a red tulle long skirt, and a looming curve of her carcass, stood pretty behind Fangzheng.

"Gao Shuhua!!"

Fang Zheng was stunned.

But he immediately vetoed it, because the other party's facial features only vaguely looked a little similar to Gao Shuhua, but if you look closely, you can still clearly see the difference between the two.

And there is also a difference in age between the two.

Gao Shuhua's age is seventeen or eighteen years old in high school.

The age of the woman in front of her is about 20 years old, and her facial features tend to be more mature.

"Are you the ancestor of the old city god, the painterly Gao family who was imprisoned here?" Fang Zheng asked cautiously towards the woman holding a red oil-paper umbrella.

But the woman did not answer the square question.

The singing voice is as crisp as a yellow warbler, and she is still unconsciously singing "Poems of Grief and Indignation" over and over again.

Singing, singing, suddenly, the woman who looked a little similar to Gao Shu's painting raised her stunning face and looked up at Fang Zheng with a smile.

Disheveled!

The red oil-paper umbrella in the woman's hand suddenly opened, coo, cuckoo, cuckoo... A small oil-paper umbrella was opened, and more than a dozen heads fell out of it at once.

"Pick one. ”

Fang Zheng glanced at the dozen or so heads on the ground, these heads were not human heads, they were all rats, cats, monkeys, snakes and other messy heads.

Fang Zheng frowned and asked, "What do you want me to pick?"

"Pick one. ”

"Pick one. ”

"Pick one. ”

The woman who looked a little like Gao Shu's painting looked at Fang Zheng with a smile, and was still repeating the same sentence over and over again.

"What the hell do you want me to pick?"

"If you don't say it, how do I know what you're going to let me pick?"

Fang Zheng opened his mouth to ask several times, but the woman opposite kept repeating the same sentence, and Fang Zheng suddenly smiled a little self-deprecatingly.

"It's also... You've been dead for hundreds of years, and now what I see is just a wisp of obsession, knowing that asking is also asking in vain, I actually have a stupid conversation with you, an unconscious NPC, didn't I forcibly lower my intelligence? ”

However, although we can't talk, we can't keep dragging it out like this.

Now the woman on the other side is clearly entangled with him.

Fang Zheng didn't dare to turn around and leave the empty door behind him to the enemy.

"Why don't you pick one for me?"

"Can't you?"

Looking at the woman who was still repeating the same sentence over and over again, Fang Zheng scolded the crazy woman in a low voice, and then said a little impatiently: "Laugh, laugh, laugh, giggle fart, since you don't answer, then I don't want these snake and mouse heads, as long as you, okay, I've already chosen, what process should I go next?"

"I'd like to see what you're up to. ”

"If you promise to me, I'll count you a werewolf. ”

I don't know which of Fangzheng's words inspired the NPC's next step, the red shadow flashed, and the woman had disappeared in place.

Just as Fang was searching for the woman's figure, above his head, there was a red shadow, and one claw smashed Fang Zheng's chest.

Poof!

In just a few moments, Fang Zheng suffered more than a dozen claws, this woman's speed was too fast, Fang Zheng couldn't catch up at all.

This woman's speed is one point stronger than that of the hunchbacked old man.

The strength is stronger than the hunchbacked old man.

Fang Zheng couldn't dodge several times, and if he continued like this, he would have to be caught alive by this crazy woman.

Therefore, whoever provokes should not provoke the nine yin and white bone claws that women are born with.

it!

It's so vicious!

Fang Zheng felt that he couldn't bear the woman's Nine Yin White Bone Claws, and his soul was consumed too quickly, so he saw Fang Zheng running in one direction behind him with all his strength.

Twenty minutes away, running with all his might, it was a minute, and there was a prison in front of Fang Zheng who had smashed the hunchbacked old man alive before, Fang Zheng didn't want to think about it, and people took the initiative to run into the prison.

Sure enough, it was as Fang Zheng guessed!

The woman was unconscious, only instinctive, and chased her into prison.

Burst!

A red oil-paper umbrella, like a sharp spear, sneaked up from behind, piercing Fangzheng's chest at once. It seems that even the woman couldn't understand why Fangzheng, who had been dodging her attack before, suddenly didn't dodge at this time, so that the woman was stunned.

"Finally got you!"

The hateful-looking demon ape's face showed a cruel smile, Fang Zheng grabbed the oil-paper umbrella through his chest with one hand, and with the other hand, he turned around and hit his elbow, bang!

A deafening bang!

The woman behind her was elbowed by Fang Zheng on the stone wall of the prison, and was fiercely chiseled into a U-shape.

Originally, the woman could dodge, but the small space in the prison limited her dodge space. finally took advantage of the small space to catch the woman's square, where would it be easy to let go of this ghost.

Fang Zheng completely ignored Gao Shu's painting of the nine-yin and white bone claws of the great-great-great-grandmother, he carried the damage hard, and under the murderous fighting method of exchanging life for life, the red umbrella woman also stepped into the red dust of the hunchbacked old man, and was smashed into pieces by Fang Zheng.

At the same time, a wisp of gray soul qi was captured.

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