There’s an Evil Spirit Here

There was a sultry moisture in the air.

Since the transition to June, the sultry heat of the day has continued even at night. Even if there has just been a light rain, the sultry heat has not diminished.

Passers-by who rushed home from work were all in a hurry on the road, ignoring the heels of their shoes, and stains were scattered on the trousers.

At this time, although the rain had stopped, there were still some fine pieces of rain falling from time to time, and it felt gloomy above the entire head.

When Fang Zheng was wearing clothes, and a few days passed, he was still listless every day and decadent little black. When he came to the old street, it was already more than seven in the evening.

Looking at the decaying little black every day, Founder was quite worried about the situation of little black. He was afraid that the silly cat would never recover from it.

so,

Founder always wondered,

What happened to Xiaohei that day, and it has been sluggish for so long?

I haven't even touched my favorite Evian mineral water in recent days.

Fang Zheng looked down and was worried about holding Xiao Hei's clothes tightly in his arms. He was helpless and could not help these two little guys.

I can only hope that Yiyi will accompany Xiaohei more and enlighten the cat.

Founder sometimes feels a bit painful when thinking about it, can this ghost also have mental illness?

Where does it go to the ghost psychologist?

"Brother Zuo."

"Brother Fang."

As soon as Founder entered the store, he greeted each other from Zuo Qianhu.

then,

Founder stood motionless and looked quietly at Zuoqianhu.

? ?

The black question mark face of the left thousand households: "What else?"

"No."

Founder quickly denied it, then continued to stand motionless and looked at Zuoqianhu.

Zuo Qianhu didn't even think about it. He got up from the working desk and turned to prepare a small toolbox for clothes from the shelf behind him. He felt the gaze behind him and turned again to look at the motionless station. Founder: "What's the matter?"

Founder Ha ha: "It's okay, it's okay, Brother Zuo, you're busy with your own business."

Zuo Qianhu turned suspiciously, turned his back on the other side, and continued to pick up the small toolbox on the shelf, but ...

Feeling the gaze that had never been removed from the back, Zuo Qianhu's face was black. After removing the small toolbox, he turned to look at the Founder behind him: "Say something straight."

Fang Zheng's innocent expression: "Oh, it's really okay, Brother Zuo, you are absolutely suspicious. I will never say that today is the day when I am overcast, investigating the 'disappearing Huanghe Ancient Village', and then intentionally imply Brother Zuo Did you forget something for me, such as killing the **** Baiqi magic weapon, or Farewell My Concubine Xiang Yu, Han Jiaer Lang Ranmin, God of War Lu Bu, Wu Sheng Guan Yu ... "

Thousand households: "..."

Shen Te does not intentionally imply.

You are clearly stating clearly.

This guy is too thick-skinned.

When Founder acted alone for the first time, he chose a wood carving of "Kingshen Baiqi" ​​in Zuoqianhudian, and he selected a block of "evil stepping in purgatory" in Yan Chixia jade shop.

However, when he ended his part-time job, the two powerful magic instruments were taken back.

So there is the above scene.

Fang Zheng thought that there would be a magical weapon this time when he walked overcast. He thought that Zuo Qianhu had forgotten it and didn't remember it for a while, so he woke up an extra sentence.

But obviously, this is obviously Founder thinking too much.

"Li Sishui's body is highly decayed and has been dead for too long. The spiritual world of the dead now is as fragile as a broken eggshell. It can't withstand the stimulus of the outside world. So, it really isn't. But about safety You do n’t have to worry, Mr. Fu has made other arrangements. "Zuo Qianhu looked at the founder whose face was not red and heart-thick, and his skin was thick like a city wall.

"..." Founder.

A few minutes later.

When Fang Zheng's figure appeared in the Nether Shop, Zhang Tufu looked at Fang Zheng from the fake bookstore next door and asked curiously: "Why? You are like your cat, you are infected with decadent air quality?"

"Can decadence be contagious?"

Founder said it was okay, thanks to Zhang Tufu's concern, of course he would not admit that he had just cheated with Zuo Qianhu for the magic weapon.

Rarely today, Zhang Tufu is no longer eating the braised pork head meat, but is helping Mr. Fu, before and after, like what is being arranged.

Fang Zheng looked at the back hall curiously. The coffin he saw a few days ago was still there. Sure enough, this coffin was prepared for him ... no, it was for Li Sishui's body.

Founder curiously looked at the coffin. Isn't that coffin really containing some body tissue or parts from Li Sishui?

Curiosity is curiosity. The so-called technical profession has specializations, and the founder has not entered to add chaos.

Just wait patiently outside.

It turned out that tonight was just the day when Founder was going to be overcast and fighting for the place of blessing.

When Fang Zheng came to pick up clothes yesterday, Mr. Fu had specifically told him not to forget.

And the time to go yin starts at midnight, the heaviest qi.

There is still some time until midnight.

During this time, Founder once again took out his Chinese-made magic machine, and went online to find out if there have been any major events in the world recently.

But Founder hasn't started searching yet, and suddenly noticed that the class of students today is very lively.

The group seems to have been discussing the same thing all the time, and the word "earthquake" also appeared. Founder's eyes were amazed. Recently, he didn't seem to have heard of any earthquake in China?

Just then, a familiar word appeared in the group news ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Seventy-two ghost gates.

"Seventy-two ghost gates ?!"

Founder was shocked, wasn't this the grave keeper's nest?

Last time, Butcher Zhang killed seventy-two ghost gates alone for him, but it was just the outcome of that war. Founder did not know, and the outside world could not release such news reports.

Thinking of this, Founder turned his head subconsciously and looked at Zhang Tufu, who was busy with Mr. Fu in the back hall, and then he began to turn up the chat record.

About five or six minutes later, Founder turned over a tourist photo of his classmates.

It was a mountain with green water and green mountains. In the photo, many rocks in the mountain exploded and ancient wood broke off. Especially one of the mountains was the most shocking. The hard mountain wall seemed to be cut by a knife for a few tens of meters. A long crack of nearly 100 meters.

The trees and rocks along the way exploded, and the long ravine formed a sharp contrast with the surrounding green forest.

Here, there are 72 ghost gates.

Founder also learned various legends about the 72 ghost gates from the classmate who was traveling.

Bizarre dead in ancient times.

The corpses will disappear after flowing into the seventy-two ghost gates, and will not float out of the water.

As well as the renewed business and prosperity of modern times.

There have been no major accidents.

What the classmates have been discussing just now is this matter. Everyone is discussing the length of nearly 100 meters. It is not like the cracks formed by the normal weathering of nature. Was it cut by a knife?

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