"Red cinnabar water?" Wang Dali was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that there was such a thing, but he also nodded, "Okay!" As long as it's red, it's okay to be able to write! ”

"Bring it."

As he spoke, he asked for the red cinnabar water from the hands of these property personnel. At the same time, three hundred dollars were handed over. After all, property is such a thing, and it also costs money.

"It's okay."

"Let's go."

With a wave of his hand, he motioned for the men to leave.

"Click!"

"Click!"

Waiting for the property staff to leave, this Wang Dali, carrying a bucket of red cinnabar water, walked forward slowly, stood on top of his parking space, then picked up a brush, took some red cinnabar water, bent it, and began to write on the ground.

"Whoever parks the car again in the future will die!"

Ten bright red characters, two in a row, arranged in five rows, appeared on the parking space of Wang Dali.

And while writing, Wang Dali muttered in his mouth, "Don't they all like to park their cars here!" I see who of you will dare in the future! ”

"If you're not afraid of death, stop!"

Wang Dali did this, just like a prank, scaring and scaring people, and it was a bright red letter, in this already gloomy underground parking lot, it did seem a little terrifying.

Even Wang Dali was not idle, and at the end, in the last free place, he drew a blood-red skull, which was particularly hideous.

"Click!"

"Click!"

It's just that he didn't notice it at all, and his words written in cinnabar constantly exuded a trace of cinnabar breath.

Some of these breaths begin to turn into steam sublimation in the air. Part of it is along the lime ground, constantly seeping down.

What is sublimated in the air becomes gas and disperses, while these penetrate the ground continue to sink, and the most important thing is that the speed of slow penetration is suddenly faster.

Originally, it didn't take five or six hours to penetrate a meter, but in just thirty seconds, it went all the way down, penetrating more than ten meters deep. It seems that there is a great suction force below that attracts them.

And if Ning Tianlin is here, he will find that around these downward red cinnabars, there are clumps of black gas, cold and piercing, and it is these black gases that are rolling and pulling this red cinnabar to the bottom!

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

More than ten meters below, there was originally a boundless darkness and cold and damp earth, especially when the cinnabar aura above had just appeared, and a black gas began to fill the boundless darkness.

It's just that when the black gas slowly rises, the surrounding space suddenly bursts out with a red and yellow intertwined brilliance, intertwined and intertwined, like a big one, trying to wrap this black gas.

But it's a pity, maybe because of the long time, there are one or two small holes on these lights, and this trace of black gas is drilled out of these small holes.

The red cinnabar on the top was swept down by the black gas that had escaped.

"Click!"

"Click!"

Soon, the cinnabar that penetrated down came to this red and yellow mixed light, but as soon as the cinnabar dripped into this brilliance, the light that was still radiant suddenly fell silent.

Then, three yellow talismans painted with red talismans slowly appeared.

If those who know how to do it are here, they will find that these three talismans have lost their effect. Because they themselves are painted with cinnabar, according to a specific way of painting.

But now, the cinnabar that falls on them has broken this original painting trajectory!

Fu seal, is a very deep knowledge, every stroke, every stroke, there are fixed requirements, can not be too long, can not be too short, especially the high and profound Fu seal, a little more point, can make them useless!

And now these three sigils, that's it!

They were destroyed by the cinnabar that had just fallen, as if they had been added a few strokes on the trajectory of the fate!

And as the brilliance receded, under these three talisman seals, a black and red object with a length of more than two meters and a height and width of about one meter revealed its figure! Although there is mud all around, all the Chinese people here can recognize that this black object is a coffin!

Underneath these three talismans is a black and red coffin! These three talismans are sticking to the lid of the coffin! One in the front, one in the back!

"Boom!"

At the same time, a shriveled body in this coffin, wearing the official uniform of the Qing Dynasty, opened its eyes violently when the glory ended!

The eyes, cold, brutal, devoid of the slightest human breath, and the flesh and skin, without the slightest elasticity, were completely shriveled up as if wrapped around the bone, and its nails, though pointed and long, were pitted and uneven.

Especially at this moment, the constant black gas is spreading around its color. The black gas that has just spread out and pulled this cinnabar to seep down is this thing!

Corpse!

No one knew that more than ten meters below this underground garage, there was a coffin and a zombie hidden!

And judging from the antiquity of this zombie, it is no worse than Ning Tianlin who was reborn that day, and after drinking a bottle of low-level zombie potion in the coffin, he became a junior zombie, or even much stronger!

"Click!"

"Click!"

The moment the zombie opened its eyes, the coffin began to shake constantly, as if it was about to explode, and even the zombie stretched out its straight arm and pressed against the coffin lid above, wanting to overthrow it.

It's just that no matter above, or left and right, it's all the squeezing of the soil, maybe it's because it has just woken up, it has been sealed for too many years, and its strength is far from recovering, this zombie can't be pushed at all!

The coffin shook and stopped.

Hundreds of years of seal consumption have greatly reduced the strength of this zombie.

"Wow!"

It's just that this zombie didn't stop, but controlled the black qi around his body, that is, the corpse qi he had accumulated for hundreds of years, and slowly overflowed towards Wang Dali above.

"Haha!"

"After I see, which of you will dare to park your car in my parking space!"

"Whoever stops here dies!"

"Humph!"

Wang Dali, who had drunk a lot of wine at the moment, felt that after writing this, he was really relieved, he didn't believe it, this kind of curse was said, and someone dared to grab his parking space!

If you don't want to die, try it!

"Alright, park the car and go home to sleep!"

Wang Dali thought, put aside the bucket full of cinnabar he was carrying, started, drove slowly, and parked in his parking space.

It's just that he, who has drunk a lot of wine, doesn't seem to notice that the words he wrote, "Whoever parks here again will die" don't seem to be written, "Except for him!" ”

And at this moment, his car is pressing directly above these big red letters!

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