Soul energy +1.
The ghosts were directly crushed in the light of the knife. These ghosts were already too weak for Fangzheng today.
As the ghost was slashed and killed, the raging flames around him disappeared, as did the blood and corpses on the bed. Fangzheng found himself still standing in front of the photo frame on the wall.
The person is still in the abandoned wooden house, and the flashlight of the mobile phone in his hand is emitting a dazzling white light.
The third picture frame on the wall had been smashed by him.
Fangzheng looked at the two remaining photo frames, his eyes revealing a thoughtful expression.
I don't know if it's a coincidence, but among the twelve people on the photo frame, only one escaped from the haunted house, and he had hacked and killed eleven people before, and only one survived.
And that person was a man named Hei Si.
Fangzheng could even guess who the person who finally escaped from the haunted house on that weird night decades ago should be the man named Pingsi.
Because the noise Fang heard outside the wooden house was all in a dialect that he could not understand.
If Ping Si had died in this wooden house back then, he should have heard Ping Si's voice, and Ping Si spoke some dialect of Zhou City, so he should understand it.
Therefore, as soon as he guessed in his heart, Fangzheng had already guessed nine out of ten.
Very weird.
The weird night decades ago is happening again decades later.
Even the ending is the same, in the end it is the only man named Hei Si who survives.
The more Fangzheng thought about it, the more he felt that some unimaginable existence was involved in it.
"If my guess is correct, then the corpse of the old man found in Menqian Village should be this man named Ping Si..."
Fangzheng's eyes pondered, maybe he could find out the identity of the old man's body when he returned to Menqian Village.
Just as Fangzheng was pondering, the corner of his eye swept to the ground, huh
Fangzheng's expression showed surprise on his face.
It turned out to be a ghost coin.
It's not the tens of billions or trillions of denominations of ghost coins that the yang world burns to the underworld, but the ghost coin of Yinde money.
Fangzheng has never figured out how much of these ancient legends about ghost coins and Yinde money are true or false.
Is there really a hell in this world
As Butcher Zhang in the system, he had clearly told him that the so-called underworld is just a superstition among the people, and there is no underworld in this world.
But the underworld does not exist, so what happened to these ghost coins
Fangzheng picked up the ghost coins on the ground, there were eleven...no, there were twelve ghost coins in total.
Fangzheng glanced at the photo frame with the fourth photo on the wall, and his eyes showed thoughtfulness. There are a total of twelve Ming coins, which undoubtedly corresponded to Fangzheng's previous conjecture.
The old man who died in Menqian Village should be Pingsi.
Perhaps because of a certain obsession, the old man has been living in some kind of self-blame for the rest of his life, maybe it is self-blame for his failure to rescue other people decades ago. That's why he spent the rest of his life secretly digging a secret passage in his dry well, and then returned to Heixiazilin every once in a while to mourn his old friend. The figure lying outside Li Laosan's house at the beginning may be Ping Si who had died of illness for several days at home.
Of course, these are just Fang Zheng's conjectures based on a few clues such as Mingbi and the secret passage under the dry well.
Perhaps, the figure lying outside Li Laosan's house at the beginning was not Pingsi, and it is also possible...
Fangzheng looked down at the twelve ghost coins in his hand. Since there is no hell in this world, these ghost coins cannot be burned there.
But existence is reasonable.
Since the underworld does not exist, the opposite just proves that the future uses of these ghost coins may be even more extraordinary.
Ming coins are also called Yinde money.
It is a negative virtue.
Whether it is in folk concepts, Taoist records, or Buddhist systems, yin virtue has long been one of the important inheritances that are deeply rooted.
Those who have yin and virtue must have yang rewards. This old proverb has been running through the history of civilization for thousands of years and is still popular today.
All the signs indicated that a yin virtue like Mingbi might be a great thing.
Originally, he had nine Ming coins.
Including today's twelve Mingbi, he already has twenty-one Mingbi deposits.
Regarding all kinds of doubts about Mingbi, Fangzheng also thought about asking Butcher Zhang or Mr. Fu. Both of them are people in the system. They must know many secrets and ancient legends and secrets. These are ordinary people from the outside world. Information that is not accessible on the Internet.
But there are too many secrets in him, and it is not easy for him to expose himself.
Although Butcher Zhang and Mr. Fu may have already known some secrets about him, otherwise they would not have asked him to help take care of the Ming shop, and they were relieved to let him escape. The answer is obvious. Butcher Zhang and Mr. Fu must already know that he is different from ordinary people.
It's just that Fang Zheng still doesn't know exactly how far he has grasped his information. So what he can do is to keep a low profile as much as possible, try not to escape too much, and minimize the number of times he comes into the sight of Butcher Zhang and Mr. Fu.
Fang Zheng regained his composure and left the haunted house.
The only pity is that he failed to rescue the person who strayed into the haunted house tonight.
Thinking of this, Fang Zheng's eyes glowed coldly.
Boom!
A red horse was like a thick waterfall, and the saber energy transformed by Jiuyang Zhenqi blasted the wooden house in the forest, turned it into a raging fire, and collapsed into ruins.
About ten minutes later, Fang Zheng's figure appeared in another place in the Heixiazi Forest.
It is precisely according to the route of the well burial excavated from the memory screen that we found this place.
The night in the deep mountains and old forests is as dark as a place of death, curse, loneliness, wailing, and despair.
Walk on the edge of the real world and the evil world.
Everything you see is terror and darkness, like a small black room where you can't get out of the shadows.
But all this has no effect on Fang Zheng.
People are three points afraid of ghosts, and ghosts are seven points afraid of people.
At this moment, Fangzheng was full of vigor and blood. It wasn't that he was afraid of ghosts, but ghosts should be afraid of him.
Fangzheng quickly found the well burial that had collapsed decades ago. However, when Fangzheng found the location, his eyes were fixed, and he immediately became vigilant about his surroundings.
The well buried in the landslide that year has been dug up.
The soil was turned outwards and was dug outside.
Moreover, the excavated soil is still very fresh, and it has only been excavated for a few days.
Fangzheng's muscles were tense, he clenched the ghost knife in his hand, and was ready to pounce with all his strength at any time. He was alert to his surroundings and listened carefully to any disturbances around him. Five minutes, ten minutes...the surroundings were safe and there was no suspicious movement.
Only then did Fangzheng become sure that there was no one around.
Fangzheng came to the side of the well to be buried, and the flashlight shone down to the bottom of the well. The well was very deep, and the flashlight could not illuminate the scenery at the bottom of the well. Fangzheng thought for a moment. He stood beside the well, but he didn't feel the breath of ghosts. Then he used the ghost knife as a point of leverage on the wall of the well, and went down to the bottom of the well.
The cold air in the well is oppressive, and the damp and cold air is very heavy.
But after going down to the bottom of the well, there was no accumulated water as imagined.
(end of this chapter)