There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 114: The evil spirit steps into purgatory
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Faced with the difficult choice syndrome,
Fang Zheng raised his eyes to look at the jade shop owner.
Turn around and look at Zuo Qianhu.
Attempting to get some hints from the two, but Fang Zheng quickly gave up this naive idea.
Just like the old one, closed his eyes and grabbed a jade card casually.
"Huh?"
When turning over the front of the jade plaque, Fang Zheng was slightly surprised, and then humbly asked for advice: "Does the relief on the jade plaque have any meaning?"
"You are lucky." The jade shop owner.
"The evil spirits stepping into purgatory are not the best, but they are able to cope with the overcast."
Fang Zheng was not the best at first, and his heart was tense, but when he heard the last sentence, his tense heart relaxed.
He is not greedy, as long as he can cope with this outcast is enough.
"Evil spirits step into purgatory. Remember, if you don't be afraid of ghosts and gods, **** can also be flattened. The more determined your heart, the stronger the ability of this jade card." The jade shop owner explained.
Fang Zheng took the jade card back again, and the jade where he started was warm and delicate. It seemed that there was a weak warm current flowing in it.
As if it was a piece of living jade.
It's a piece of jade with spirit.
Fangzheng started playing with some surprises.
When Fang Zheng hurried back to Mingdian again, Little Skull seemed to be shocked. Some guilty conscience quickly switched the domestic cartoon to the enlightenment early education course, and then made a serious and really good baby appearance.
Fangzheng was a little angry and a little funny.
Fang Zheng didn't go to the point and let Little Skull take a good look at the store, and then he boarded the second floor of Mingdian with a solemn expression.
It is strictly forbidden to go up to the second floor!
He still remembered Mr. Fu's warning tone on the first day.
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The layout of the second floor is very simple, with two rooms at the front and back. It was just that one of the rooms was locked by a lock, and Fang Zheng looked at it curiously, and then turned his gaze to the other room.
Although the door of this room was hidden, it was not locked. Fang Zheng's hand twisted the doorknob lightly, and he opened the door easily.
The room is very ordinary. There is no extra furniture. There is only one wooden bed. Besides, there are only nine wooden boxes.
The room, which is not big, almost fills up all the space after stuffing the nine wooden boxes.
It can be seen that Mr. Fu always pays attention to the details of life. The quilts are neatly stacked and the room is clean.
Soon, Fang Zheng found the soul-attracting lamp he was looking for this time in the first wooden box.
There are also a few things in the wooden box, a bronze mirror, a half-person-height cowhide drum, a red embroidered shoe, and some other weird messes.
Fangzheng kept in mind, not to be curious about doing unnecessary things.
He didn't try to check what was in the other eight wooden boxes. When he found the soul-attracting lamp and a bronze key with the soul-attracting lamp, he consciously exited the room and went down to the second floor.
Crack, squeak.
The wooden ladder that has been in disrepair groaned like a sick old man, like the sound of coffins under coffins used by old people in the countryside. When Fang Zheng went downstairs, he saw Zuo Qianhu and the owner of the jade shop. Outside the Mingdian.
Fang Zheng nodded slightly.
"Brother Zuo, please help me take care of her." Fang Zheng took out the little skeleton.
When he saw the little skull, the owner of the jade shop just took a look. I wonder if the yang energy of the owner of the jade shop was like a stove and scared the little skull to hide behind Fang Zheng. After Fang Zheng persuaded for a while, Little Skull reluctantly walked to Zuo Qianhu and stood quietly.
"I'm here, don't worry." Zuo Qianhu nodded.
Fangzheng didn't know whether Zuo Qianhu's sentence was a pun, but he didn't think deeply about it. After saying thank you, he started to close the store door.
During the overcast period, you should not be disturbed in any way.
This is why Zuo Qianhu and the owner of the jade shop are here, and they are the founders of the law.
Fang Zheng didn't know why Zuo Qianhu and the owner of the jade shop couldn't participate in the yin walk. It seemed that he could only ask the answer after Mr. Fu came back.
Close the store door, and take a drop of blood from the deceased first as taught by Mr. Fu.
When taking Shen Wenle's blood, Fang Zheng took a lot of hands and feet.
The blood of the dead person has coagulated. At first, he took a thin needle to squeeze out the blood because the mouth was small, so he opened a one-centimeter hole directly in his fingertips to press out enough blood.
Because the person has been dead for more than 24 hours, when Fang Zheng held Shen Wenle's little hand, it was cold and cold.
After that, Fang Zheng tried to light the soul-attracting lamp, but he couldn't light it, but when he carefully dripped Shen Wenle's blood on the candle wick, the white candle spontaneously ignited magically without fire.
In an instant, the green leather lantern lit up with a faint cyan light, like a wild fire beating, and even the whole Ming shop was rendered into a gloomy color, with gusts of wind.
This is to use resentment as a guide to light the soul-attracting lamp.
Whether it is the ancient people’s use of the soul-attracting lamp to attract the souls of the dead to mourn and miss their loved ones; or the ancient gods’ wandering, over-yin, professing to be able to go down to the underworld, asking about life and death for the family and friends of the deceased. Missing or mourning, in fact, both have essential characteristics in common.
That is the hope to communicate with the dead.
There are no underworlds in the world, but Zhang Tufu has already broken through the ghosts and gods from the beginning. It is just the feudal superstition of the ancients, exaggerating the facts and developing believers. Zou Yin is not as evil as folklore, the living has the spiritual world of the living, and the dead have the spiritual world of the dead.
The living person has a psychologist to enter the spiritual world of the living person.
The dead have to go to the yin and enter the spiritual world of the dead.
There are two doors on the first floor of Mingdian. One is the door of the front hall and the other is the door to the back hall.
Crunch.
After Fang Zheng hung the soul-inducing lamp on the door frame of the back hall door, he gently closed the door with both hands.
Walking is not easy.
But it's very simple, because...Mingdian itself is an altar!
At this moment, Zuo Qianhu and the owner of the jade shop outside the store's expressions were both solemn.
"It's about to start!"
My eyes are fixed on the closed door of Mingdian, as if I can pass through the door and see the illusion inside.
At this time, inside the Mingdian.
Fang Zheng took a deep breath, his face solemnly took out a key, but it was not the key to the back hall door, but the antique bronze key that he had previously obtained from the second floor with the soul-attracting lamp.
When the bronze key was inserted into the keyhole, it was obviously an ordinary wooden door before, but at this moment, under the dim blue light, there was a loud crash like a bronze gear, deafening.
The surrounding air suddenly dropped, and the wind began to blow in gusts.
At this moment, it is obviously an ordinary door, but it is like a bronze door leading to hell. Even the soul-attracting lamp is more gloomy and gloomy.
As you turn the key, bang, bang, card, card, card...like the sound of a bronze rack turning, the surroundings are getting colder and colder...
When Fang Zheng gently opened the door, he opened a weird door leading to another world of mist!
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Number 9 is three chapters, this chapter counts as number 9. There is one chapter owed on the 9th. Please help me remember it. There are three chapters owed. It will be made up in June. I owe a blushing QAQ. .