"The Yuhu Plaza is here. Passengers who get off the bus, please take your luggage and get off through the back door."
"Next stop, Jufa Farmer's Market, please hold on and sit tight."
On the No. 142 bus, Fangzheng frowned all the way, staring at a Ming coin in his hand.
Ever since the incident in the apartment building was over, he discovered that the ten-yuan note in his hand had turned into a ghost coin.
It has been explained in the classics of Fox Ghosts and Ghosts, Country Strange Tales, and Monarchy...
Hades does not circulate money.
The real currency that circulates in the Underworld is Yin De.
Yinde is money to ghosts. Practice, ferry, cross the Naihe bridge, go to the reincarnation platform, bribe difficult little ghosts, all need money to manage.
Yinde money is also called Mingbi in Yangjian, it is not the kind of Mingbi with a denomination of several million or 100 million burned in Yangjian to the underworld, which is useless, otherwise the underworld would have been inflated long ago. It is the yin and virtuous money saved up for a lifetime of doing good deeds and accumulating virtue.
In fact, the relationship between ghosts and ghosts in the underworld is more mundane than mundane. The benefits of yin virtue are endless. In the underworld, it is more useful than money. It can communicate with ghosts and gods and practice downward.
These too mysterious and mysterious legends, in the past, Fang Zheng usually laughed it off and didn't take it to heart.
But now, the world is like a boulder being thrown into a flat lake, and weird and drastic changes are happening everywhere. Fang Zheng doesn't know how much of these ancient legends are true or false. He can't see that the coin in his hand is Yinde money? Or is it an ordinary underworld coin in Yangjian
"Forget it, it doesn't matter if it's true or not." Fangzheng put away the Mingbi casually. Too many things happened that night, and only now did he have time to sort out the clues.
Fangzheng thought of the ruthless man in sunglasses who pulled him out of the ghost wall.
And the bald middle-aged man called the head in the mouth of the cold man with sunglasses.
What Fangzheng was more concerned about was the fact that he collected three wisps of gray-white air from these two people in less than a minute.
Fangzheng pursed his lips lightly.
Both eyebrows furrowed.
It was a habit he was concentrating on.
The source of gray and white gas is only after killing ghosts, this has been proved, there is no doubt about it.
Therefore, the source of gray and white qi should be related to resentment, evil spirit, ghost qi, evil spirit...etc. It's just that Fangzheng still hasn't figured out which one it belongs to.
But one thing is for sure!
Ordinary people can't see the gray and white air, and can't even use the gray and white air!
At present, only he, who is carrying the human skin scripture, can see the ashen aura after the ghost's death.
Such a speculation, key clues have surfaced.
The ruthless man in sunglasses and the head in his mouth are professionals who specialize in dealing with folk supernatural events. After the two killed the ghosts, they were entangled with mysterious things such as resentment, evil spirits, ghosts, evil spirits, etc., so they As soon as he approached, the human skin scripture reacted immediately.
It's just that he hasn't studied it thoroughly yet. Is this resentment, ghost... lingering, will it be temporary and will gradually dissipate on its own; or once entangled, it will last forever
Thinking of this, Fangzheng's eyes began to shine, and he felt that he had found a big fat sheep.
If it is as expected, isn't the cruel man in sunglasses just like a big fat sheep, and he can get a handful of wool every once in a while.
This is much better than beating life and death.
Well!
Fangzheng frowned, he felt that his current thinking was a bit dangerous.
Cool men in sunglasses, they are civil servants after all, how can they be described as fat sheep.
Actually still thinking about wanting to get wool from civil servants.
This idea is too dangerous.
Well!
To change the adjective, let the public servants of the people actively exert their residual heat when they are shining! ! Contribute to the construction of socialist core values.
Fangzheng clapped his fists!
He decided that, after finishing the weapon matter this time, he would immediately start looking for the gathering place of the cruel man in sunglasses and where the headquarters of Zhou City was located.
"The Jufa Farmer's Market is here. Passengers who get off the bus, please take your luggage and get off through the back door."
By this time the bus had arrived.
Fangzheng was a little curious about Butcher Zhang's identity. He caught a glimpse of Butcher Zhang among the crowd of onlookers outside the apartment building.
At that time, Butcher Zhang kept his eyes on the apartment building. Under the special circumstances at that time, Butcher Zhang seemed to have seen something.
Obviously, Butcher Zhang also has secrets.
In the farmer's market, daytime and early morning are two different scenes.
During the day, before entering the gate of the market, there are already crowds of people outside, with noisy voices and shouts one after another.
with a clear purpose.
Fangzheng went directly to Butcher Zhang's pork stall.
When Fangzheng arrived, he saw a chubby, chubby little boy standing in front of Butcher Zhang's pork stall.
This time Fangzheng took a closer look, um, the boy's fire is burning like a furnace, this time it's a human, not a ghost.
The elementary school monk stood in front of the pork stall, suddenly took off his shirt, and drew many circles with watercolor pens on his body. The elementary school monk pointed to the circles, raised his head and put his chest on his hips and said, "Boss! My mother said that she only wants pigs." Parts of meat!"
Peat!
So hot eyes!
Fangzheng was dumbfounded.
Discussion: How to let my son buy meat from all parts of the pig accurately! !
Butcher Zhang glanced at Fangzheng indifferently, and faced the elementary school monk with a calm expression on his face.
"Boss, my dad said that the meat from this circle is also wanted!" The little monk took off his pants again.
Ah poof!
Fangzheng spat out a mouthful of old blood,
(;OдO..),
Choking and coughing non-stop, are all elementary school monks this skinny now
Butcher Zhang, who had always been calm, finally stopped being calm this time.
boom!
In his hand, he chopped a thick-backed pig knife weighing more than 2 catties on a log cutting board: "This pig is a female."
After buying the pork, the elementary school monk, who had put on his clothes and pants again, looked at Fang Zheng with a five-striped stare, and said, "Mentally retarded."
Fangzheng: "..."
Emma! My brother was ridiculed by an elementary school monk with a poisonous tongue today, Uncle Keren and Auntie couldn't bear it.
Fangzheng squatted down and said with a smile on his face, "My little friend, if you are bitten by a bat, you will become Batman, if you are bitten by a spider, you will become Spiderman, if you are struck by lightning, you will be Thor, if you are dyed green, you will be Hulk, and if you eat pancakes, you will be Pancake Man." , eating a devil fruit is an ability user, so what will become of eating pork?"
The primary school monk's eyes shined brightly: "Peppa Pig!!"
Fangzheng raised his hand and stroked the elementary school monk's head, showing a bewildered smile that can be taught by a child: "What a smart and good boy."
Seeing the elementary school monk screaming and running home excitedly, Fangzheng stood up triumphantly, the big fart elementary school monk, what's wrong with learning to be venomous, come on, hurt each other.
Then Fangzheng came back to Butcher Zhang's pork stall.
Before Fangzheng could speak, bang, a short knife with a scabbard was thrown on the pork stall by Butcher Zhang.
"Old Wang has already told me about you."
"If you want to cut ghosts and ward off evil spirits, this ghost knife is more suitable for you."
At this time, Butcher Zhang had once again returned to his expressionless indifference.
(end of this chapter)