Chapter 396
"red cinnabar water?" Wang Dali was taken aback. He didn't think there was this thing, but it was also nodded, "Okay! As long as it is red, you can write!"
"Get it."
As he said, he asked for the red cinnabar water from the hands of these property personnel. At the same time, three hundred yuan was passed. After all, this thing about property also requires money.
"It's okay."
"Let's go."
He waved his hand to indicate that these people can leave.
"Da!"
"Da!"
When the property staff left, this Wang Dali, carrying a bucket of red cinnabar water, walked forward slowly , Stood on top of his parking space, then picked up the brush, took up some red cinnabar water, bent it, and began to write on the ground.
"Whoever parks the car in the future will die!"
Ten bright red characters, two in a row, lined up in five rows, appeared in this Wang Dali’s Above the parking space.
While writing, Wang Dali whispered in his mouth, "Don’t you all like to park your car here! I see if you guys dare to dare in the future!"
"Don’t be afraid of death. Stop it!"
Wang Dali did this, just like a prank, frightening and frightening people, and it is a big red character. In this gloomy underground parking lot, it does seem a bit scary.
Even Wang Dali was not too idle. Finally, in the last free place, he painted a blood-red skull, which was particularly hideous.
"Da!"
"Da!"
It’s just naked eye that he didn’t notice at all. His words written in cinnabar, Continuously exuding a trace of cinnabar breath.
Part of these breaths began to become steam sublimated in the air. Part of it runs along the limestone ground, constantly infiltrating.
Those that sublimate in the air become gas and dissipate, but those that penetrate the ground continue to sink. The most important ones, originally only slowly infiltrating, suddenly become faster. .
In the first five or six hours, it was not possible to penetrate one meter, but in just thirty seconds, it penetrated all the way down to a depth of more than ten meters. It seems that there is a great suction force below them.
And if Ning Tianlin is here, you will find that these downward red cinnabar are surrounded by masses of black gas, which is cold and biting. red cinnabar, drag it down!
"hua! ”
"hua! ”
A dozen meters below, there was originally an endless dark and cold and humid soil, especially above the cinnabar breath. When he first appeared, a black air began to fill up in this boundless darkness.
It’s just that when the black air slowly rises, the surrounding space suddenly bursts out of red and yellow intertwined brilliance, intertwined vertically and vertically, like a big net, I want to wrap the black air. .
But it's a pity, maybe because of the long time, one or two small holes were broken on these brilliance, and the black air was drilled out of these small holes.
The red cinnabar above, is the black energy that escaped by this, and was caught below it.
"Da!"
"Da!"
Soon, the cinnabar that penetrated down came between the red and yellow lights, Just as the cinnabar had just dripped onto this brilliance, the light that was still radiant suddenly fell silent.
And then, three yellow, talisman painted with red talisman, slowly emerged.
If a knowledgeable person is here, they will find that these three talisman have lost their effect. Because they are painted with cinnabar, according to a specific painting method.
But now, the cinnabar falling on them has broken the track of this original painting method!
Talisman is a very deep learning. Every stroke, every stroke, has a fixed requirement. It cannot be too long or too short. Especially the profound talisman, appears a small point. Can make them useless!
And now these three talisman, that's it!
They were destroyed by the cinnabar that had just fallen, as if they were forcibly added to the path of predestined existence!
As Guanghua receded, under the three talisman, a black 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 Chinese people here recognize that this black object is just a coffin!
Below these three talisman is a black red coffin! These three talisman are pasting on the lid of the coffin! One for each of the front, middle and back!
"bang!"
At the same time, a dry fleshy body in the coffin, dressed in Qing dynasty official uniform, suddenly opened his eyes when Guanghua ended. !
These eyes are cold, cruel, without the slightest human breath, and the fleshy body skin is not elastic at all. It is completely shriveled on the side of the bones, and its nails, although they are sharp and long. , But it is bumpy and uneven.
Especially at this moment, the constant black gas is spreading around it. The black gas that has just diffused out and dragged the cinnabar infiltrated is this thing!
zombie!
No one knows that there is a coffin and a zombie hidden more than ten meters below this underground garage!
And judging from the age of this zombie, it is no better than Ning Tianlin rebirth that day. After drinking a bottle of low-level zombie medicine in the coffin, the primary level zombie became worse, even stronger!
"ka-cha!"
"ka-cha!"
At the moment when zombie opened his eyes, the coffin began to shake continuously. It seemed that it was about to explode, even this zombie, stretched out his straight arm, against the lid of the coffin, and wanted to overthrow it.
It’s just that both above and left and right are squeezed by the soil, perhaps because they have just awakened, been sealed for too many years, and their strength is far from restored. This zombie, simply can’t push it!
The coffin shook and stopped again.
Hundreds of years of seal consumption have greatly reduced the strength of this zombie.
"hua!"
It’s just that this zombie didn’t stop, but instead controlled the black energy around the body, which is the Corpse Qi that he had accumulated for hundreds of years, moved Towards the upper Wang Dali slowly overflowed.
"haha!"
"After I see, who of you dare to park in my parking space!"
"Who parked here? Death!"
"hmph!"
At this moment, Wang Dali, who has drunk a lot of wine, feels that he is really relieved after writing this. He does not believe it. Such curse words are Speaking out, there are people who dare to grab his parking space!
Try if you don't want to die!
"Okay, park the car and go home to sleep!"
Wang Dali thought, putting aside the bucket full of cinnabar in his hand, and then boarding He got into his car, started, drove slowly, and parked in his own parking space.
He just drank a lot of alcohol, but he didn’t seem to notice. In the words he wrote, "Whoever parks the car here again, who dies" does not seem to say, "Except him !"
At this moment, his car is pressing directly above these red characters!