Fangzheng didn't know how King Zhenshan made his move.
When he met Liu Shan, he went through seventy-two ghost gates all the way, and indeed he never encountered that unknown monster boarding the ship again.
On the contrary, seeing Fangzheng walking out with a coffin board on his shoulder, Liu Shan was almost scared to bite his tongue, his eyes were as big as a copper bell.
He knew the coffin board!
It was the red coffins in the seventy-two ghost gates that generations of their family dared not approach!
But what did he see!
Couldn't believe my eyes!
"Uh! Little brother, is your purpose of entering the seventy-two ghost gates... just to snatch coffin boards?"
Liu Shan was quite frightened.
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Because of the blood on the boat, Liu Shan did not dare to dock rashly, for fear of causing trouble to himself, so he turned off the noisy diesel engine all the way, and quietly docked.
This is a small temporary dock known only to the local villagers, not the one where Fang Zheng boarded the boat.
Under the thick night, the boat slowly docked.
Looking at Fang Zheng, who was so conspicuous with the coffin board on his shoulders, Liu Shan suggested that if Fang Zheng was inconvenient to take the coffin board, he could secretly find a villager to take Fang Zheng on a tractor.
Fangzheng thanked Liu Shan for his kindness, and after saying goodbye, he carried the heavy coffin board and disappeared into the night as light as a feather.
Thanks also to Liu Shan's caution and caution.
Fangzheng turned his head to look at the river embankment in the distance. Under the night, the lights of the police cars flashed there, which was particularly dazzling under the dark night.
It seems that some villagers called the police. After all, there was a murder case. It is difficult not to alarm the police for such a big incident.
Because the coffin boards are too conspicuous to be transported by means of transportation, and Fangzheng has not passed the B2 driver's license, so he cannot drive a truck to transport it by himself. Hearing the whistling of the wind in his ears, he rampaged through the vast mountains and went straight to Zhou City.
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Zhou city.
old street.
Today, because Fangzheng has something to do, Chuan Puyang took Yiyi to the old street.
Fangzheng still believes in Chuanpuyang's strength.
Today's old street is as calm as it used to be. Mr. Fu is still squatting in front of the door, burning the paper money and ingots he owed before.
Butcher Zhang is still pairing the wine with pig ears.
Today's butcher Zhang changed the pork head meat to pig ears. If you eat too much pig head meat, you will get tired easily.
Yiyi followed Zuo Qianhu, holding a small and exquisite carving knife, sensible, and carefully carved the wood carving in her hand, and now she is carving a small civet cat.
On the contrary, it was Chuan Puyang and Xiao Hei, uncharacteristically squatting in front of the fake bookstore today, staring at the street without blinking.
A single woman's embroidered shoe is thrown on the street.
A day passed.
The embroidered shoes were still thrown on the street and no one picked them up.
Where Mr. Fu threw it last night, it is still in that position now. So many pedestrians pass by on the road during the day, and no one is curious to move or pick up the shoes.
This sounds a bit unbelievable.
As if it was such a conspicuous embroidered shoe that no one could see it.
"Why does my old sheep always feel that the more I think about this game, the more unreliable it is? It's not that my old sheep can't trust Mr. Fu's ability, but sheep also stumble, female mosquitoes don't drink blood, and there are seven gourd babies on the yellow plate when."
Between Chuan Pu Yang and Xiao Hei, there is a potted plant. The seedlings in it are growing vigorously. Now they have grown rice stalks, and in the future they will produce green grains of wheat ears.
However, Chuan Puyang is talking to himself, Xiao Hei, who is as cold and arrogant as a little queen, doesn't bother to look at Chuan Puyang.
It was afraid that it would also become a staff like Fang Zheng.
Just like that, another ten minutes passed.
At this time, the night was getting darker.
Seeing that it would be dawn in more than an hour, I was concentrating on carving the clothes of the little civet cat in the store, and turned to look outside the store.
Seeing that Fangzheng still didn't come back, the two lights in the little guy's eyes dimmed a little, which was a feeling of loss.
Fangzheng never came back, the little guy was worried about Fangzheng, and at the same time, he was also an inseparable attachment.
At this moment, at the entrance of Mingdian.
Seeing that the sky was about to dawn, Mr. Fu finished burning the paper money and ingots, packed the copper basin and returned to the store. Before entering the Ming shop, Mr. Fu looked back at the embroidered shoe on the street, and then walked into the Ming shop.
Mr. Fu had just walked into the store, when suddenly, there was a startled cry of Chuanpu sheep outside the door!
The sound broke!
It's like seeing something surprising!
"Sheep boy, where did you fly a plane to get a fairy banban today! This fairy banban actually smells like milk!"
Before Mr. Fu turned around, he saw Butcher Zhang facing the door, holding a wine glass in his hand, and he paused.
That expression seemed to be stunned by some scene.
Mr. Fu turned around and saw that Fang Zheng, who had been missing all night, was standing outside the door with a heavy coffin board on his shoulders.
The point is not the coffin board.
Rather, how Mr. Fu looked at it, why did he feel that the coffin board in front of him looked familiar? Practitioners have a photographic memory, and Mr. Fu quickly recognized where the coffin board in front of him came from.
So the picture became like this.
Mr. Fu: "..."
Butcher Zhang: "..."
Dumbfounded.
How much vengeance does Fangzheng hold
Killing the gravekeeper's lair so quickly
Is this also bringing back interest and snatching a coffin board
"You... went to the seventy-two ghost gates and closed them?" Zhang Butcher, an indifferent and straightforward man, looked at the coffin board that Fangzheng carried back on his shoulder in surprise.
After asking, Zhang Butcher's expression returned to his usual indifference, and he asked calmly, "Have you seen King Zhenshan?"
Boom!
At this time, Fangzheng put down the coffin board in his hand, and the heavy coffin board made a dull sound when it fell to the ground.
Fangzheng said with a harmless smile on his face, "Zhen Shan Wang is a hospitable old man. He is not only hospitable, but also gave me a coffin board, and told me to choose whatever I want. I said no, Zhen Shan Wang is still very You want to force it on me, saying that the gravekeeper has nothing good to give, so he gave me a coffin board as a 'cultural art'."
"Then I said that I am more familiar with the bed. If King Zhenshan insists on giving me a 'cultural art' coffin board, then I will pick the one I am familiar with, so I have the coffin board in front of you."
The Chuanpu sheep on the side heard the words and started to yell, it also wants to visit the seventy-two gates of hell!
It also has a milk-scented coffin board!
Mr. Fu: "..."
Butcher Zhang: "..."
At this moment, Zuo Qianhu who also came over heard the movement next door: "..."
At this time, Yiyi also ran out happily, and hugged Fangzheng, and Fangzheng patted the little guy's head.
Mr. Fu, Butcher Zhang, and Zuo Qianhu naturally didn't believe Fangzheng's nonsense, and asked Fangzheng straight to the point, what is the purpose of carrying a coffin board
They all know that Fangzheng has never been the one who suffers.
I will not go to the seventy-two gates of hell for no reason.
(end of this chapter)