There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 26: Ghost knife

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"Yuhu Square is here. Passengers who get off the bus, please bring your luggage and get off the bus through the back door."

"The next stop, Jufa Farmer's Market, please take a seat."

On the 142 bus, Fang Zheng frowned all the way, staring at a coin in his hand.

Since the apartment building was over, he found that the ten yuan bill in his hand turned into a phantom coin.

There is a record in the books of the fox and ghosts, the village monsters, and the Mona cross-examination that there is no circulation of money in the underworld.

The real currency circulating in the underworld is Yin Virtue.

Yinde is money for ghosts. Ferry, practice, crossing Naihe Bridge, going to the Reincarnation Stage, bribing the hard-to-have little ghost, all need money to manage it.

Yinde money in Yangjian is also called Mingbi. It is not the kind of multi-million, one-hundred-million denominations of Mingbi that the sun burns to the underworld. It is useless, otherwise it would have been inflated long ago. It's the yin and virtue money saved by doing good and accumulating virtue in a lifetime.

In fact, the ghosts of the underworld are more mundane than the mundane. The benefits of Yinde are endless. It is more effective than money in the underworld.

These legends that are too mysterious and mysterious, if in the past, Fang Zheng usually smiled, and would not take it to his heart.

But now, the world is like a huge boulder in Pinghu, and everything is changing strangely and drastically. Founder doesn't know whether these ancient legends are true or false. He also couldn't tell whether the Ming coin in his hand was Yinde money or the ordinary Ming coin in the sun.

"Forget it, whether it's true or not." Fangzheng put away the Ming coins. Too many things happened this night, and he didn't have time to sort out his clues until now.

Fang Zheng thought of the cold man in sunglasses who pulled him out of the wall.

And in the mouth of the cold man in sunglasses, the middle-aged man called the head of the head.

Fang Zheng is more concerned about the fact that he has collected three wisps of gray air from these two people in less than a minute.

Fang Zheng pursed his lips lightly.

Two eyebrows are furrowed.

This is the habit he is thinking attentively.

The source of the gray air is only after the ghost is killed. This has been proven, there is no doubt.

So the source of the gray air should be related to resentment, evil spirits, ghosts, evil spirits...etc. It's just that Fang Zheng hasn't figured out which one of these it belongs to.

But one thing is certain!

Ordinary people can't see the gray air, or even make use of it!

At present, only he, who is carrying the human skin scriptures, can see the gray air after the death of the ghost.

Such a speculation, key clues have surfaced.

The cold man in sunglasses and the head in his mouth are professionals who are responsible for dealing with folk supernatural events. After the two killed ghosts, they were entangled with resentment, evil spirits, ghost spirits, evil spirits and other mysterious things. , So as soon as he approached, the human skin scripture immediately reacted.

It’s just that, he hasn’t thoroughly studied it yet. Is this grievance, ghost... engulfing, whether it’s short-lived and will slowly dissipate on its own; or is it a lifetime if it’s entangled?

The more Fang Zheng thought about it, the more his eyes gleamed, and he felt that he had spotted big fat sheep.

Cold men in sunglasses, aren’t they just big fat sheep? Every time he gets a handful of wool.

This is much better than life and death.

Um!

Fang Zheng frowned. He felt that his current thoughts were a bit dangerous.

Cold men in sunglasses, they are civil servants who represent justice, how can they be described as fat sheep.

I even thought about scalping the wool from the civil servants.

This idea is too dangerous.

Um!

Change the adjective, let the people's public servants be active when they use the residual heat! ! Contribute to the construction of socialist core values.

Fang Zheng takes the palm of his boxing!

He decided, after finishing the weapon issue this time, he immediately began to look for the gathering place of the cold men in sunglasses and where the headquarters of the city is located.

"Jufa Farmer's Market is here. Passengers who get off the bus, please bring your luggage and get off the bus through the back door."

At this time, the bus has also arrived.

The figure of Fang Zheng, stepped off the bus.

Fang Zheng was a little curious about the identity of Butcher Zhang. At that time, among the crowd of onlookers outside the apartment building, he caught a glimpse of Butcher Zhang.

At that time, Tufu Zhang kept his eyes on the apartment building. Under the special circumstances at the time, Tufu Zhang seemed to see something.

Apparently, Tufu Zhang also has a secret.

In the farmer’s market, there are two different scenes during the day and the early morning.

During the day, before entering the gate of the market, there are already crowded outside, with noisy voices and shouts one after another.

The goal is clear.

Fang Zheng went directly to Butcher Zhang’s pork stall.

When Fang Zheng arrived, he saw a Wudaogang elementary school monk standing in front of Butcher Zhang’s pork stall, a fleshy, chubby little boy.

This time, Fangzheng took a few more careful glances. Well, the boy’s sun is as flaming as a furnace. This time it is a person, not a ghost.

Standing in front of the pork stall, the elementary school monk suddenly took off his coat and drew many circles on his body with watercolors. The elementary school monk pointed at the circles, raised his chest and akimbo, and said, "Boss! My mother said, she only needs pigs. The meat of these parts!"

Peat!

Resolutely spicy eyes!

Fang Zheng was dumbfounded.

On: How to get the meat of each part of the pig when the son buys meat! !

Tufu Zhang glanced at Fang Zheng lightly, facing the elementary school monk, his face was calm and light.

"Boss, my dad said that the meat from this circle is also needed!" The elementary school monk finished speaking and took off his pants on the spot.

Apoof!

Fangzheng spouted a mouthful of old blood, (; OдO...), choking and coughing beside him, are all elementary school monks so skinny now?

Tufu Zhang, who has always looked calm and calm, is finally no longer calm this time.

Boom!

The thick-backed pig-killing knife with 2 catties in his hand was chopped heavily on the log cutting board: "This pig is a female."

The elementary monk who bought the pork and put on his clothes and trousers again, with five bars of squinting eyes, he curled his lips and glanced at Fang Zheng: "Mentally retarded."

Founder: "..."

Emma! Today, my brother was taunted by a monk with a poisonous tongue.

Fang Zheng squatted down, with a smile on his face, said: "If you are bitten by a bat, you will become a Batman, if you are bitten by a spider, you will become a Spiderman. If you are struck by lightning, you will be Thor. Xia, eating devil fruit is a capable person, so what will become after eating pork?"

The elementary school monk beamed his eyes: "Little Pig Peppa!!"

Fangzheng raised his hand and stroked the head of the elementary school monk, revealing a sweet smile that the child can teach: "What a clever and good boy."

Looking at the elementary school monk screaming and rushing home excitedly, Fang Zheng got up proudly.

Then Fang Zheng came back to Butcher Zhang's pork stall.

Not waiting for Fang Zheng to speak, bang, a short knife with a scabbard was thrown carelessly on the pork stall by Butcher Zhang.

"Pharaoh has talked to me about your matter."

"If you want to kill ghosts and ward off evil spirits, this ghost knife is more suitable for you."

Butcher Zhang regained his indifference again.