A hunchbacked old man with strange red cheeks painted on his face.
With a watch in one hand and a gong in the other, he walked over from a distance from the dungeon with a strange smile on his face.
The hunchbacked old man walked from room to room, from cell to cell, he was checking!
Checking every single cubicle and cell!
It's a pity that every time it is empty-handed, those places are empty.
But the smile on the hunchbacked old man's face still didn't decrease, it didn't even change at all, it always kept the same smile.
It seems to be a zombie smile, which has become rigid and unchanging.
Seeing the hunchbacked old man spare every compartment and cell, Fang Zheng's heart sank immediately, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.
And the strange poem of the hunchbacked old man was still echoing in the long dungeon over and over again.
"Immortals and Buddhas have yet to complete both, I only know that the lonely night is not peaceful..."
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, life and death have their destiny, no matter how brilliant, but a handful of loess, a handful of green ash..."
"A useless person is a scholar..."
Just listening to the content of this poem gives people a bad feeling.
What's more, Fangzheng still hasn't figured out what's going on with the environment in front of him!
finally!
The hunchbacked old man came closer.
The hunchbacked old man first looked at the lunatic scholar in the examination room opposite Fangzheng, and the gloating laughter on his face never stopped.
As if expecting that all the scholars in the examination room would die.
Then he can take away the souls of these scholars.
Fangzheng ignored the foul smell in the dungeon, took a deep breath, and began to visualize the Demon Ape in his mind. He returned to his ancestors again and turned into a hideous, vicious demon ape. When the old man turned around, he found After arriving at him, a fierce battle broke out between the two.
The hunchbacked old man repeatedly sang poems with weird tunes, cursing the lunatic scholar over and over again, trying to scold the lunatic scholar to death.
After scolding for a long time, it seems that the lunatic scholar has not been scolded to death. Finally, the hunchbacked old man turned around and looked in the direction of the cell where Fang Zheng was.
When he saw Fangzheng's cell, Fangzheng clearly saw that the two pupils of the hunchbacked old man suddenly lit up, and there was a look of joy and evil in his eyes.
Bang!
The iron door of the cell was opened by the hunchbacked old man. The hunchbacked old man walked into the cell and took a wooden ruler from his back.
The wooden ruler was not an ordinary wooden ruler, but a wooden ruler densely written with five elements, feng shui, and professional terms of geomancy and secret arts.
"The coffins in the world are seven feet three. Today, June 6th, only six feet six inches are buried... the parts over six feet six inches can be eaten, can be eaten... no, the more I talk, the more hungry I am, so hungry, so hungry..."
Baha, Baha.
As the hunchbacked old man spoke, a long saliva drooped from the corner of his mouth, and his mouth was spitting out, like a starving ghost.
Fangzheng finally recognized what the wooden ruler in the hunchbacked old man's hand was, it was a Luban ruler!
At this time, Fangzheng also noticed that the hunchbacked old man was not looking at him, passing through his body, but looking at a corner of the cell behind him.
Fangzheng was vigilant, alert, turned his body carefully, and looked at the corner of the cell behind him.
In the cell where he was the only one, at some point, there was an extra dead man lying face down on the ground.
That person may have been dead for a long time, and the corpse was rotten and smelly, but because the air in the dungeon itself was stinky and unpleasant, Fang Zheng didn't notice it for a while.
Not only was there an extra dead person in the cell, even a line of blood was written on the stone wall at some point.
The blood characters are neat and condensed, and people can tell at a glance that the owner of this word must have been a righteous and upright person before he was alive.
However, Fangzheng noticed a detail.
The dead man in the cell did not have long braids, and he obviously came from two eras with the braided examinee on the opposite side. Even the pattern and style of his clothes were different from those of the scholar, and the style was very old.
The dynasty of the braided scholar was the last feudal dynasty. If the pattern of clothing is older than that of the braided scholar, doesn’t that mean...the person who died in this cell was before the last feudal dynasty
Fangzheng's brain hurts from thinking about it for a while.
What the hell is going on with this place!
How could people from two ages appear in the same dungeon at the same time? Especially when there is a prison on one side and an imperial examination room on the other
Fangzheng felt that the blood on the wall might be the key.
But when Fang Zheng's attention shifted slightly to the bloody writing on the wall, in such a slight gap of slack, a chill suddenly hit his heart, and the hairs stood up!
That is a warning sign of approaching danger derived from biological instinct!
Fangzheng didn't even think about it, he kicked his feet hard, and while retreating back, he punched in front of him, the strike was decisive, without sloppy, a whole set of movements, done in one go and coherent... At this moment, he had already seen He saw that the hunchbacked old man dripping hala from his mouth was flying towards him with green eyes of hunger.
The Luban ruler in his hand patted him.
"Today, June 6th, only bury six feet six... The parts over six feet six inches can be eaten, can be eaten... No, the more I talk, the more hungry I am, so hungry, so hungry..."
I'm starving you to paralysis! !
The demon ape was vicious, and a punch was blasted out.
But at the critical moment when the trigger was on the verge, Pata!
In the long, quiet corridor of the dungeon, there was a sudden sound of footsteps. The hunchbacked old head seemed to feel some kind of threat. He seemed to have a light on his back, and instead of advancing, he retreated.
I saw a little girl hiding furtively outside the door of the cell, only half of her cute head was exposed, and her black eyes were peeping at the hunchbacked old man in the cell.
The little girl was not very old, about eleven or twelve years old.
The little face is white and clean, with an innocent cleanliness.
Only those pitch-black, pitch-black eyeballs are so cold that they don't look like a normal child.
"Do you like playing hide and seek?"
"If you don't talk, you really like it! Then, let's play hide and seek!"
The voyeuristic girl outside the cell spoke coldly and without emotion on her innocent face.
"I'm a ghost, you're a human...you have to hide it well..."
"Hide well, I'll count to sixty, and I'll catch you...One, two, sixty! It's over! I've caught you! It's really meaningless!"
…
The passage of time in the shade is not the same as that of the outside world.
Just like Fangzheng's trip to the ancient village of the Yellow River last time, it may take less than half an hour outside for a month inside.
When the door of Mingdian opened, Chuanpuyang, Captain Fei and the others were overjoyed when they saw Fangzheng coming out safely.
But soon, several people noticed that there was something wrong with Fang Zheng's expression.
"Brother Fang, are you alright? Is it because the investigation of this time is not going well?" Captain Fei stepped forward and asked concerned.
Chuanpuyang also asked Fangzheng what happened
Therefore, Fangzheng told all the details of this trip, including the last dungeon, the scholar, and the hunchbacked old man.
"Ma Pi, shepherd boy, you mean, you saw the ghost mother when you were in the dark? I, the old sheep, knew that you and the ghost mother definitely had an affair. You just returned to Zhou City, and the ghost mother came back again. I've started making little moves with you!" Chuan Puyang coaxed like a cowhide that I knew everything.
Fang Zheng, who was full of thoughts at this time, was not in the mood to joke. He looked at Chuan Pu Yang, who had always had a mysterious origin, and asked him what happened to the dungeon he saw last.
(end of this chapter)