Even if there are not dozens of Ghost Painted Skins that Fangzheng has killed,
There are also eight, ten.
So he will never forget the aura of Gui Huapi.
As early as the first time he saw the old god stick, Fangzheng had realized that the old god stick in front of him was not actually the old god stick himself, but a painted ghost with no flesh and blood but an empty shell.
And if it comes to the person he offended, and has the ability to paint skin, it is only the Huapi Gao family.
At the beginning, he slaughtered the genius of the Gao family, Shahu.
Although what was slaughtered was only a piece of human skin after Shahu's death, but it could be regarded as a bond with Huapi Gao's family.
In an instant, Fangzheng figured out the clues before and after.
It should be that his identity has been exposed from the very beginning, and since he entered Zhou City, he has been under the supervision of Huapi Gao's family.
Perhaps because of the deterrence of the state apparatus, Huapi Gao's family did not dare to do anything blatantly in the city.
So it has been dormant in the dark, like a poisonous snake showing its sinister eyes, waiting for the prey to relax its vigilance, or the prey to leave the nest.
As a result, it became obvious that the old god stick became an innocent victim.
Huapi Gao's family used the old magic stick to successfully lure him out of Zhou City, and set up an ambush in Menqian Village.
However, he couldn't figure out, when did he reveal his identity
Could it be that killing Ghost Painted Skin would leave traces of being tracked on his body? Like breath? Or is it a special smell
Fangzheng wiped away Gui Huapi's neck with a knife, and two-thirds of the neck was separated. Gui Huapi's head could not be pulled aside, but he was not dead yet.
Ghost Painted Skin intends to resist, poof!
The hand knife pierced Gui Huapi's chest from behind, and under the urging of the nine yang zhenqi, the breath of strength and yang instantly ignited the Yin thing, Gui Huapi, into a human-shaped torch, which crackled and burned, emitting a stench of scorching.
Ghost Painted Skin died immediately.
Ordinary Soul Qi +1.
Now these ghosts are already vulnerable in Fangzheng's hands.
Fangzheng knew that these ghost painted skins were just ghosts manipulated by people, and he couldn't find any clues from these little miscellaneous fish, so he didn't bother to interrogate them.
Fangzheng stood still, looking at the ghost painted skin that had been burned to ashes under his feet, with a cold light in his eyes.
He now only hopes that the old magic stick is okay.
The old god stick suffered an indiscriminate disaster this time.
"Um?"
"who is it!"
Fangzheng's physique has strengthened since practicing martial arts, and his five senses have been sharpened. He sensed strange eyes peeping from behind, and immediately turned around with a cold expression.
The gaze came from behind, outside the closed courtyard gate.
Outside the courtyard door, someone was sneaking a peep at the situation in the courtyard through the gap leaked between the two courtyard doors.
call out!
The people outside the courtyard saw that their whereabouts were exposed, and turned back directly to escape.
Fangzheng thought it was a member of Huapi Gao's family, and he walked like walking on the wind, extremely fast, with a ghost-head dagger in his hand, he jumped over the wall and chased him out.
In less than a second, when Fangzheng chased out of the courtyard wall, there was no one outside the courtyard door, but he caught a faint figure out of the corner of his eyes, and quickly flashed into the courtyard of the villagers opposite Li Laosan's house.
Fangzheng directly raised his knife and chased after him.
This is also a rural homestead with a single family. After Fangzheng climbed over the wall and entered the yard, there was no one in the yard.
I saw that the doors and windows were tightly closed, and there was no trace of the doors and windows being pushed open. It seemed that the owner had already rested, and the disappearance of the figure before was just an illusion.
Fangzheng was very convinced that it was definitely not his dazzle.
boom!
At night, Fang Zheng kicked open the door vigorously, and Fang Zheng broke into the house with a knife in his hand.
As soon as he kicked down the door, a strong and extremely rotten stench, like an old altar of pickled vegetables that had been sealed for a long time, came to his nostrils.
Fangzheng held his breath, but he did not find any suspicious clues in the house. Instead, he found a black and smelly old man's body that had been dead for several days on a bed in the bedroom.
Fangzheng frowned.
This looks like an empty-nest old man living alone, suddenly died of illness and no one at home knew about it, so there didn't seem to be any suspicious points.
It’s just like what we often see in the news, in cities with steel and concrete cages, empty-nest elderly without children around, died of illness or depression, committed suicide by taking poison, and died at home for a month without anyone knowing .
The scene in front of me seems to be foreshadowing this sad scene, and at first glance, there seems to be no doubt. However, there is no doubt about this, but it is the biggest doubt.
This is a rural area, not a city where human communication is cut off by cold anti-theft doors, or even living together for decades, and even the neighbors don't recognize each other.
In the countryside, villagers often rush to each other, and the exchanges between people are lively. The old people can recognize the names of all the villagers. Even if someone loses a dog, someone has relatives, or an old person who just died of illness, within half a day, the whole village will know Know. But now, there is an old man who has died of illness for many days at home, his body is black and smelly, and no one has noticed that the old man is abnormal. This is the biggest doubt.
Combined with the girl, Huapi Gao's family, it seems that everything is shrouded in an unusual and weird shadow.
After searching around again, Fangzheng's heart sank when he found nothing new.
He raised his knife and went back to Mr. Li's house.
Fangzheng walked through the mourning hall, but he didn't meet anyone all the way. When he found the bride's bridal chamber, he finally knew why he didn't meet anyone.
Li Laosan and his wife are all unconscious at the door of the bride's bridal chamber.
Fangzheng tested the body temperature of the two of them. Their bodies were warm and they were still alive.
Fangzheng took a deep breath, and the awe-inspiring coldness in his eyes became more and more intense.
This Menqian village is getting weirder and weirder.
First it was a ghost painting skin, then it was a peeping outside the door, and it was an old man who died of illness for a few days at home but was not found by the villagers. Now even Li Laosan and his wife are unconscious. It seems that everything started from this incident. of.
**Outside the bridal chamber, there is a big lock, which should be locked by Li Laosan and his wife.
I don't know if it's to prevent outsiders from entering... or to prevent someone from coming out...
Click!
The big lock on the door was smashed with a knife, boom!
The red sword slashed through the door, Fangzheng's eyes showed rare ruthlessness, and he rushed into the room with a murderous look, no matter what kind of monster it is, anyone who wants to stop him from saving people today will be chopped into pieces with one knife.
It just so happens that he lacks soul energy.
The more ghosts come, the better, they are all cheap for him.
Fangzheng rushed into the room stepping on sawdust, just in time to see two figures sitting on a marriage bed facing the door, one on the left and one on the right.
They are the groom and the bride in ancient traditional costumes.
The groom's body was swollen and pale, just in line with his drowned appearance. A pair of eyes that were as big as dead fish's eyes kept staring at the door, unwilling to die.
It happened to meet Fang Zheng who broke into the room, and his eyes met, as if he was accusing Fang Zheng of the murderer.
The bride is covered with a red hijab.
Fangzheng hesitated for a while, but in the end he didn't lift the bride's red hijab. Seeing the bride's exquisite and plump figure, she didn't look like an old magic stick.
Fangzheng turned around, and there happened to be a dressing table next to him. Fangzheng turned his head to look, but his scalp went numb, and his face suddenly changed.
In the mirror, a bride... lying on his back...
He actually carried a ghost bride behind his back at some point!
There will be an update later
(end of this chapter)