Listening to Zhang Butcher's words,
Then look at Mr. Fu who doesn't know whether he is alive or dead.
Against the background of this situation,
Butcher Zhang, you really are no ordinary man!
Fangzheng stared at Butcher Zhang.
Mr. Fu, who had already reached the end of the corpse makeup, straightened up again after a while, and then asked Fang Zheng to help lift the coffin lid and close the coffin.
Fangzheng hurried forward to help.
Afterwards, Mr. Fu went up to the second floor, but after a short wait, Mr. Fu with a dead face went downstairs again.
He already has an extra green leather lantern in his hand.
Inside the green leather lantern stood a white candle, which hadn't been lit yet.
Fang Zhengzheng was watching curiously, but at this moment he heard Butcher Zhang say: "Mr. Fu, what kind of lottery did you get this time?"
Mr. Fu said with a dead face: "Be honest in life, ghosts and gods dare not do it."
Butcher Zhang nodded and said: "It seems that everything is suitable today."
Looking at the two people playing charades, one was taciturn and cold, and the other was dead with an expressionless face, Fang Zheng felt that the whole person was a bit calm.
Neither of these two is normal.
Fangzheng: "Dog days, the sun is overhead, candlelight is in hand, it's too dark in front of my eyes."
"??" Mr. Fu.
"???" Butcher Zhang.
Facing the gazes of the two, Fangzheng said calmly: "I see that the content of the chat between the two of you is very compelling, and I think I should also say something that is compelling and appropriate to the situation."
Next, the three stood in the front hall, Mr. Fu closed the door leading to the back hall, and Butcher Zhang also helped close the shop door.
Then, under Fang Zheng's puzzled eyes, Mr. Fu started to light the white candle in the green leather lantern, which was actually hung on the door frame of the back hall.
But this is not the key point, the key point is that the beating flame of the white candle is not the usual orange-yellow color, but a faint green color, like the flickering of will-o'-the-wisps.
Even the whole green leather lantern exudes a strange blue glow.
"Have you heard of the yin walker in the folklore? There are also places called yin people." Butcher Zhang looked at the green leather lantern calmly, but Fang Zheng said.
Before Fangzheng could answer, Butcher Zhang had already said to himself: "There are rumors about people who walk in the shadows, and they were most prevalent in ancient times, saying that the souls of living people can go down to the underworld, ask about life and death for the family and friends of the deceased, express thoughts or condolences, etc. And the people who can go to hell are usually the witches in the temple."
Fangzheng was surprised. Could it be that the folk rumors about people who have gone to hell are all true
Butcher Zhang: "These are just the feudal superstitions of the ancients. There is no hell in this world. They are just the feudal superstitions of the ancients spreading falsehoods, deliberately exaggerating the ghosts, and exaggerating them into superstitions and heresies of ghosts and gods."
"Today, let Mr. Fu show you what it means to be illicit."
"And the necessary prerequisite for this yin escape is to light the soul-inducing lamp."
Soul Lamp? Fangzheng looked at the faint green candlelight, and suddenly felt a chill: "This thing can't be...corpse oil, right?"
Corpse oil is to cut off the chin of a dead pregnant woman, and then burn the chin with a white candle, and the dripping oil is corpse oil.
Butcher Zhang glanced at Fangzheng: "In the future, if you come across someone who has wandered from the shadows, use the corpse oil as a soul lamp, go up and give him a knife, if you can't cut it, you can come to me."
"Mr. Fu is from an orthodox background. This soul-inducing lamp is based on the resentment of the deceased before his death. Through this resentment, Mr. Fu can carry out this ghostly escape."
"Do you know how the three girls in the coffin died?"
Butcher Zhang suddenly asked Fang Zheng back.
Fangzheng shook his head.
He needs to know that his name is not Fang Zheng, but Butcher Zhang or Mr. Fu.
Fangzheng originally wanted to complain, but he was curious about the reason for the death of the three girls in the coffin, so he shut his mouth abruptly and did not interrupt Butcher Zhang's next words.
After listening to Butcher Zhang's words, Fang Zheng frowned.
The first girl died because she wore a pair of colored contact lenses and was frightened to death by what she saw.
The second girl died from a manicure with fake nails, and her entire face was scratched by her own hands.
A third girl, died from a wig.
The stomach was stuffed with black and shiny hair, and the stomach was stretched as if she was pregnant in October, and it was stuffed directly to the throat, frightened and suffocated to death.
According to Butcher Zhang, these people all died from playing the psychic game "Mirror Spirit", that is, playing psychic games in front of the mirror without sleeping late at night. However, they were targeted by a greedy and evil mirror spirit, and three girls died tragically. However, according to the investigation, there were four girls in total who played the mirror spirit game at that time.
But this fourth girl mysteriously disappeared.
In order to find the whereabouts of the fourth girl as soon as possible before she was killed, Mr. Fu decided to go to hell once. With the help of the resentment of the previous three girls, he lit the soul lamp and guided Mr. Fu to track down the whereabouts of the evil mirror spirit.
The whereabouts of the fourth girl should be controlled by the evil mirror spirit.
At this moment, Butcher Zhang signaled Fang Zheng to put his hands on his shoulders.
At the same time, Butcher Zhang put his hands on Mr. Fu's shoulders.
Afterwards, Mr. Fu took out a key and solemnly inserted it into the lock hole of the back hall door. It was obviously a very ordinary door before, but at this moment, under the hazy blue light, there was a huge sound like a bronze gear. The sound of collision was deafening.
The surrounding air dropped suddenly, and the wind began to blow.
At this moment, it was obviously an ordinary door, but it seemed to lead to hell, opening a strange door to another misty world. The green leather lantern on the door frame became more and more blazing with ghost fire, and turned green.
As Mr. Fu twisted the key, click, click, click, click... as if the sound of the bronze rack turning, Fangzheng felt the colder and colder around him, but he ignored it, and his eyes were fixed on the weird door in front of him.
What is behind this
"The following picture may cause mild discomfort. If you are afraid, close your eyes."
At this time, Butcher Zhang's voice, shifting from left to right, came into Fangzheng's ears somewhat indistinctly, and the voice became lower and lower, as if they were far away. But Fangzheng clearly saw Butcher Zhang close at hand, and his hands were still on Butcher Zhang's shoulders.
"What?" Fangzheng was puzzled.
But at this moment, Fangzheng suddenly found that his vision was dimmed, and the instant darkness caught him off guard, and he was completely blind in front of his eyes. Fangzheng was flustered at first, but he calmed down quickly, and immediately visualized "Contemplation of the Magic Ape". In an instant, a special light flashed in his eyes, his mind was clear, his heart was like a mirror, and the world in front of him suddenly became clear. .
Um
Fangzheng's face was shocked!
This is a completely black-and-white world, surrounded by thick fog, you can't see your fingers, and your visibility is extremely low.
At this moment, Fangzheng felt that his feet were not stable, and his body was swaying from side to side with his feet, as if he was standing on the waves and drifting with the current.
Fangzheng looked down and almost cried out.
He was actually standing on a small boat, and someone was pole-pulling at the bow.
"Hush! Be quiet, don't make any noise!"
(end of this chapter)