There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 744: The suicide incident of college entrance examination students
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Half a month since the last time I learned from the headline that Mr. Fu and others were whereabouts.
Noon.
"Three Lights Magic Technique (7)"!
Fang Zheng clearly felt that his dantian qi had reached its limit, and the purple qi in the sun fire on his shoulders began to faintly burst out.
It seems that there is something in the purple qi, which is about to hatch and manifest.
Fang Zheng was overjoyed.
I can’t wait to break through immediately.
Fortunately, after experiencing a lot in the past six months, Fang Zheng has a lot of calmness, so he immediately calmed down.
Because he felt that the light-grained seed in his dantian that was constantly compressing true energy like nuclear fusion, there was still room for compression.
"Isn’t it always said in the movie that if you accumulate more and more, the more you have a foundation, the more explosive it will be?"
Fang Zheng fell into deep thought.
In the end, he decided not to rush to breakthrough first, and decided to push his limit.
Although he also wants to see as soon as possible, what is bred in the sun fire on his shoulders, but compared to the momentary quickness, it is to build a solid foundation for future growth and gain a better future. Good growth potential is also more in line with the long-term plan.
Finally, Fang Zheng plans to practice "Three Lights Magical Art" until the Great Perfection realm of nine poles, to see the changes at that time, and then determine whether to continue to practice.
Anyway, he is not far from the pole of nine.
In order to distract, he resisted the inner impulse that he wanted to break through immediately, Fang Zheng started to get up and move on, not in a hurry to continue practicing, first let the brain CPU cool down.
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In the past half month, since Captain Fei has taken care of him, Fang Zheng has been able to go to the yin every day, and at the same time, he has been brushing the dungeon every day.
An old man with a hunchback, a woman with a red umbrella, and a weak scholar, add one piece back and forth, and he can brush up to 24 wisps of ordinary spirit energy in a day.
People lie at home and money falls from the sky.
You don't have to run around every day, there will be spirit energy sent to the door automatically, Fang Zheng is very satisfied with the current life of salted fish.
Twenty-four wisps of ordinary spirit energy are fixed every day, not more than one, and not more than one. This is a rich ore with stable output! Oil and Gas Field!
The police and the people can work together to solve the case, and they can win the Three Good Youth Award, and they can get a 100,000 bonus once again. They can also cut the leeks regularly. The key is that the leeks can grow a new crop every day. From the time when Zi was rushing around looking for leeks to cut, to the time when the salted fish is relaxed now, Fang Zheng is really a bit dreamy and unreality.
However, even with the daily cutting of leeks, Fangzheng's daily rune profit and loss will just remain at a stable level.
The more you cultivate to the later stage, the more advanced your inner strength and mental method, the greater the demand for Qi and blood, and the blood tonic medicine.
Even the cheats are strengthened. Now, each level of "Three Lights Magical Art" will consume seven ordinary runes, which is a huge gold swallower.
In addition, there are also "Prajna Brahma Illumination Sutra", "Fucking Real Self and Demon Ape View", "Yin-Yang Big Mudra", etc., all of which have been devoted to writing.
As for the pool in the center of the dungeon, Fang Zheng never went down rashly.
Before you are fully prepared, you are too impatient and easily put yourself in danger.
This is not in line with Founder's Gou development personality.
At the same time, Founder was also thinking whether he could kill more hunchbacked old men, red umbrella women, and weak scholars in the early stage, so as to weaken the old obsession and reduce the risk of sinking into the pool in the future.
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Fangzheng sometimes has to sigh, once people swipe their phones, they can’t stop.
This mobile phone is definitely poisonous.
Moreover, the time to swipe the phone, like turning the pages of a book, always flies quickly.
After finishing brushing the Forum of "The Great God of Over-the-Wall", and seeing that the forum of Over-the-Wall was clean and there was no useful information of value, Fang Zheng was a little doubtful whether this was just wiped out by the Internet police... So Fang Zheng moved to a few domestic universities. Forums, Tieba, News, Weibo, Toutiao, under the pretense of using mobile phones for work, it feels like a blink of an eye, already two hours later.
Looking at the time, two hours have passed. Founder, who has just finished headline local news, is about to put down his mobile phone. After the CPU of his brain has cooled down, he is about to re-enter training, but he is attracted by a piece of local news that has just been pushed. The gaze was stopped, and the action to withdraw in his hand paused slightly.
Recently, the college entrance examination candidates in our city have committed suicide one after another. This is the third college entrance examination candidate to commit suicide.
This is a local news in Zhou City.
"The college entrance examination is over, and the college entrance examination student commits suicide?"
This was the first thought of Fang Zheng subconsciously.
Fangzheng didn't think much about it. He just clicked on this news. Who hasn't walked over the log bridge from the vast army of college entrance examinations? People have a natural sense of closeness to the college entrance examination and the topic of college entrance examination candidates.
In the news, the pictures and texts are matched, and the content is very long. The main idea is probably: should we reflect on the domestic education environment that is urgent?
The three college entrance examination candidates who committed suicide were male and female, and they were not neighbors or the same class. They seemed to have nothing to do with each other.
Fang Zheng thought for a while and collected this news first.
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Since Fang Zheng took over the yin thing, gradually, Fang Zheng also began to follow Mr. Qifu's set.
Each time before going overcast, he would burn some paper money, ingots, and candles to the dead.
In the past, he was only a temporary help to walk in the shade, so he doesn't need to be so solemn, but now that he plans to walk in the shade for a long time, it's different.
More or less, he also used the dead. Although he got what he needed, he helped solve the case for the dead. The grievances on the corpse made him enter the dungeon of the world of the dead, but he did not regard them as a memorial to the dead. As a tool, but to send a respect, it can be regarded as seeking a conscience to live by.
Paper money, ingots, candles, and Mingdian are all ready-made.
Fangzheng placed a copper basin at the entrance of Mingdian. People squatted at the entrance of the store, making paper money and paper ingots, and burning them in the copper basin... Sometimes Fang Zheng couldn’t help but laughed at himself. He met Mr. Fu On the first side, Mr. Fu burned paper money at the door to pay homage to the deceased.
From the very beginning, he never thought about inheriting Mr. Fu’s mantle. He didn’t have the same level of consciousness as Mr. Fu. He just wanted to grow up. When Mr. Fu was away, he occasionally helped out temporary workers in the shadows. But now his words and deeds seem to be more and more like Mr. Fu.
Fangzheng squatted at the door alone, burning paper money in the copper basin alone. At first, Chuan Puyang pictures were fresh, and he would also help him origami money, ingots, but Chuan Puyang’s character was unbearable. This kind of boring thing, within two days, ran to the nursery next door, Zou Yiyi and Xiao Hei.
After all, the dead people have a sense of common topics.
Just as Fangzheng was burning paper money to pay homage to the dead, the sound of footsteps approaching, quietly broke the calm of the old street...