There’s an Evil Spirit Here

Nothing happened outside the festival on the way down the hill, and Founder smoothly entered the small mountain village at the foot of the hill.

However, as soon as he entered the village, the village was unexpectedly lively. Many villagers were coming and going, and it looked like a normal village. It was not an empty village.

This time is not the same as the empty city encountered in the past.

Fang Zheng thought, did these villagers appear because of the plot needs in Li Sishui's memory?

Along the way, these villagers could see him, but he, a foreigner, did not attract too much attention from the local villagers ... It should be that I have a relationship with the soul lamp, so it is not excluded by Li Sishui ’s memory world. I can think of the only reason that makes sense.

And the most important thing is that the soul-drawing lights on his body are not visible to these villagers, and no one finds his anomaly.

"I remember Li Sishui's home as if I lived at 136 South Road ..."

Founder followed the guidance of the Soul Lantern and recalled the address of the Li Sishui family mentioned in the next file. He seemed to be on the way to the Li Sishui family.

Walking around, Founder walked into a small alley.

On both sides of the alley are new small and three-story buildings in rural areas.

There is also a stinky ditch in the alley, and the ground is full of garbage and sewage, exuding a burst of stench.

Founder was walking, and suddenly, after a dark corner in the alley, he walked out of the old woman with white hair and walked in front of Founder.

The old woman stooped and humped, just like the late old man who was just about to die. She was sluggish and walked tremblingly and strenuously. She was carrying a bamboo basket covered with white cloth in her hand. Old man dressing up.

Founder looked up at the old woman's back and thought a little in his eyes. He was not in a hurry. He slowly followed behind the old woman and did not urge the old man to make way.

The old woman stooped and humped slowly. Suddenly, she accidentally fell down on the ground, and the bamboo basket on her hand fell on the ground together.

"Doesn't it matter for the elderly?"

Founder reached out to help the old man who fell, but his eyes were looking at what fell out of the basket, a puppet girl with double ponytails full of stitches.

Just as Founder helped the old man, the old man's palm suddenly grabbed the Founder's palm, and the palm was very cold, like an ice cube against the skin.

"Have you seen my good granddaughter?"

"She is only five years old."

Ok?

There was no fear in Founder's eyes, and he saw a puppet girl who fell out of the basket with one finger and strewn with dirty sewage and said, "Old man, isn't your granddaughter there?"

"Have you seen my good granddaughter?"

"She is only five years old."

The old man still repeated the same words, and did not follow Founder's fingers to glance at the puppet doll on the ground.

"It's useless for you to hold me by the old man. You might as well look back first. Is that your granddaughter?" Fang Zheng continued to let the old woman look back at the puppet **** the ground behind him.

But the old man didn't listen to Founder's words at all. Her palm was still holding Founder's wrist, and she repeated the same words.

The old man's hands are very cold, not ordinary cold, but very very cold. Standing next to the old man is like standing at the cold air outlet of a high-power air conditioner. The yin is very heavy ...

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

I saw Fang Zheng's wrist, which had always been grasped by the old man, and suddenly a layer of dense ape hair quickly began to be born.

boom!

Suddenly, there was a strange sound of broken bones in the alley, and the muffled sound of flesh and blood.

Normal Soul +1.

Fang Zheng dropped the headless body with a cracked head in his hand. His ape hair quickly receded, and then bent over to pick up the puppet doll on the side.

As soon as he grabbed the puppet, Founder noticed a strange feel.

Soft?

Like in the body of this puppet girl with double ponytails, it is not cotton wool but real blood and flesh?

Tear!

Without any hesitation, Founder directly tore the puppet, and actually fell out of a complete stray cat body.

Since ancient times, cats have been regarded as the psychic creatures closest to hell, whether in East or West or in ancient Egypt. The body of a cat was stitched in a puppet. People get a little mentally abnormal when they are old.

"I was attacked as soon as I came. Was this exposed from the beginning? The first guy who was sacrificed to heaven did what he did in the end, and I was exposed as soon as I came in."

Founder discarded the puppets and wild cat corpses in his hands. While he couldn't help but spit out words, he continued on his way to Li Sishui's house without staying too much.

However, Founder quickly figured it out. It was not all a disaster to expose himself so quickly.

It was exposed from the beginning, although it may be exposed to more dangers, but it will also reveal more flaws and clues.

...

Ten minutes later.

Li Sishui's home.

This is a very ordinary farmhouse. When Fang Zheng came to the door of Li Sishui's house, he saw two villagers walking out of Li Sishui's house with apology.

It was Zhao Yongda and Huang Jianan who scared Li Sishui's sprained foot on the mountain before.

When the two walked out of Li Sishui's courtyard, they happened to meet Founder, but they only looked at Founder for a few more times ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ and they separated from each other and left in a hurry.

It seems that they went home separately.

Do n’t disturb the peace of the dead world, do n’t try to influence the direction of the story or the plot, this is a taboo, because no one knows what will cause unknown changes.

This is the spiritual world after death.

In case of changing the plot trend, causing memory disorder, or causing the world to reject or collapse, no matter what point is unimaginable consequences.

All he has to do is keep calm and investigate the truth.

Instead of participating in the plot.

Therefore, Founder finally interrupted his desire to contact Li Sishui. He planned to find a place where he could monitor Li Sishui all the time and smoothly wait for the next memory plot to unfold.

At the same time, he groaned.

How many other participants are hiding now?

Is he monitoring his blessed place competitor nearby?

As soon as Fang Zhengnian's head fell, he discovered that he actually had the potential of a crow's mouth, because there were three people who were as green as him. contact.

"Don't come here!"

"Don't try to change the fixed plot development in the memory of the dead!"

"An idiot almost killed all of us!"

The three of them were condescending and severely warned Founder of bad tone.

Fangzheng was standing on the flat ground, and the three people on his roof surrounded by a bird's-eye view from the top, squinted his eyes, and there was a cold light shining.

The trio's attitude of thinking that they are in control of everything is really uncomfortable.

I didn't expect him to have such a cold relationship with his competitors as soon as he opened, and he would contact them so quickly.

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