There was a sweltering humidity in the air.
Since turning into June, even at night, the sweltering heat of the day still persists. Even though it has just rained a little, the sultry heat remains undiminished.
Passers-by rushing home from get off work were in a hurry on the road, ignoring the heels of their shoes, and their trousers were splashed with stains.
At this time, although the rain has stopped, there are still some fine raindrops falling from time to time, and the entire sky above the head feels gloomy.
When Fangzheng came to the old street with his clothes, and a few days later, he was still listless and decadent. It was already past seven o'clock in the evening.
Looking at Xiao Hei who was decadent every day, Fangzheng was also worried about Xiao Hei's situation, fearing that this silly cat would never recover from a fall and be completely useless.
so,
Fang Zheng couldn't figure it out all the time.
What happened to Xiao Hei that day, and he was so depressed for so long
In the past few days, I haven't even touched a sip of my favorite Evian mineral water.
Fang Zheng lowered his head to look at Yiyi, who was holding Xiao Hei tightly in his arms in worry. He was also helpless, unable to help these two little guys.
I can only hope that Yiyi will spend more time with Xiao Hei and enlighten the cat.
Sometimes Fangzheng thinks about it, and it hurts. Can this ghost also have a mental illness
Then where did he go to find a ghost psychiatrist
"Brother Zuo."
"Brother Zhiqiu."
As soon as Fang Zheng entered the shop, he and Zuo Qianhu greeted each other.
Then,
Fangzheng stood motionless, quietly looking at Zuo Qianhu.
Zuo Qianhu black question mark face: "Is there anything else?"
"without."
Fangzheng quickly denied it, and then continued to stand motionless, looking at Zuo Qianhu.
Zuo Qianhu didn't think much about it, he got up from behind the desk where he was working, and turned around to get Yiyi's small toolbox from the shelf behind him. Fang Zheng said, "What's the matter?"
Fangzheng grinned: "It's okay, it's okay, Brother Zuo, you can go about your own business."
Zuo Qianhu turned around suspiciously, turned his back to the other side, and continued to fetch the small toolbox on the shelf, but...
Sensing the never-moving eyes behind him, Zuo Qianhu's face darkened. After taking off the small tool box, he turned and looked at Fangzheng behind him: "Say something directly."
Fangzheng had an innocent expression on his face: "Oh, it's really okay, Brother Zuo, you are absolutely suspicious, I will never say that today is a big day for me to go out of my way to investigate the 'disappeared ancient village of the Yellow River', and then deliberately hint at Brother Zuo, Did you forget to give me something, such as the God of Killing Baiqi magic weapon, or Farewell My Concubine Xiang Yu, son of the Han family Lang Ranmin, God of War Lu Bu, martial saint Guan Yu... "
Zuo Qianhu: "..."
God wouldn't hint at it on purpose.
You are making it clear that you are willing to cut.
This guy is too thick-skinned.
The first time Fangzheng went out of his way alone, he chose a "Killing God Baiqi" wood carving in Zuoqianhu's store, and he chose a "Evil Ghost Stepping on Purgatory" jade plaque in Yan Chixia's jade shop.
However, when he ended his part-time work, these two powerful magic weapons were taken back.
Hence the above scene.
Fangzheng thought that there would be a magical artifact this time, and Zuo Qianhu thought that Zuo Qianhu had forgotten it and didn't remember it for a while, so he made an extra reminder.
But it was obvious that Fang Zheng was thinking too much.
"Li Sishui's corpse is highly decomposed and has been dead for too long. The spiritual world of the deceased is as fragile as an egg shell that can be broken when knocked. Therefore, there is really no. But it is about safety. , you don’t have to worry, Mr. Fu already has other arrangements.” Zuo Qianhu explained as he looked at Fangzheng, whose face was as thick as a city wall, and his mouth twitched.
"..." Fang Zheng.
A few minutes later.
When Fangzheng's figure appeared in Mingdian, Butcher Zhang looked at Fangzheng who came back from the fake bookstore next door, and asked curiously, "What? Are you infected with decadent temperament like your cat?"
"Can decadence be contagious?"
Fangzheng said it was all right, and thanked Butcher Zhang for his concern. Of course, he would not admit that he had the cheek to ask Zuo Qianhu for the magic weapon just now.
Today was a rare day, but Butcher Zhang stopped eating braised pork head meat, but was helping Mr. Fu back and forth, as if he was arranging something.
Fang Zheng glanced curiously at the back hall. The coffin he saw a few days ago was still there. Sure enough, this coffin was prepared for him... No, it was prepared for Li Sishui's corpse.
Fangzheng looked at the coffin curiously. Could there really be some body tissue or parts from Li Sishui stored in that coffin
Curiosity is curiosity, the so-called art industry has specialization, Fangzheng didn't go in to make trouble.
Just wait patiently outside.
It turned out that tonight was the day when Fangzheng went out of his way and competed for the place in the blessed place.
When Fangzheng came to pick up Yiyi yesterday, Mr. Fu had specifically told him not to forget.
And the time of going overcast begins at 0:00 midnight when the yin is the heaviest.
There is still some time until 0:00 midnight.
Taking advantage of this period of time, Fangzheng once again took out his home-made magical machine, and went online to find out if there were any major events happening in the world recently.
But Fangzheng hadn't started searching yet, and suddenly noticed that today's classmate group was very lively.
The group seemed to be discussing the same thing all the time, and the word "earthquake" appeared. Fangzheng looked surprised. He didn't seem to have heard of an earthquake in China recently
At this moment, another familiar word appeared in the group news, seventy-two ghost gates.
"Seventy-two ghost gates?!"
Fangzheng was startled, isn't this the lair of those grave guards
The last time Butcher Zhang killed seventy-two ghost gates alone for him, but Fang Zheng didn't know the outcome of that battle, and it was impossible for the outside world to release such news reports.
Thinking of this, Fangzheng subconsciously turned his head to look at Butcher Zhang who was busy with Mr. Fu in the back hall, and then he began to scroll up the chat records non-stop.
About five or six minutes later, Fangzheng found a travel photo of a classmate.
It was a mountain with green water and green mountains, but in the photo, many rocks on the mountain were exploded and ancient trees were broken, especially one of the mountains was the most shocking. The hard mountain wall seemed to be cut by a knife and was tens of meters long. Nearly a hundred meters of long cracks.
All the trees and rocks along the way were blown away, and the long ravine formed a sharp contrast with the surrounding green forest.
Here are the seventy-two ghost gates.
Fangzheng also learned all kinds of legends about the seventy-two gates of ghosts from the mouth of the classmate who was traveling.
The strange dead in ancient times.
The corpses will disappear after entering the seventy-two ghost gates, and will not float out along the water.
And to the modern re-commercial prosperity.
No more major accidents.
This is what the classmate group has been discussing just now. Everyone is discussing whether the nearly 100-meter-long crack that does not appear to be formed by normal weathering of nature was cut out by a knife
(end of this chapter)