There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 149: Ghost Painted Skin

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After thinking about it for a few seconds, Founder finally decided to come by himself.

Not sure about the specific situation of the old **** stick,

Calling the police or contacting Captain Fei, obviously felt unsuitable.

While the old **** stick has already contacted him by phone, it is impossible for him to just let it go, regardless of whether the old **** stick is alive or dead.

After all, it was he who let the old **** stick contact him in trouble or danger.

Fortunately, it was just a delay of one night, and he would be able to rush back tomorrow. And if the old **** stick really encounters any ghost, he will not lose money, killing ghosts and gaining soul energy is exactly the same as the daily harvest of the university city.

When the old **** stick bragged about this business with him, he mentioned the name of the village to him, and that village was called Menqian Village.

However, before going out, Founder specially confessed to the little skeleton at home, asking her to stay quietly at home and watch the house, not to run around, and not to make too much movement, so as not to disturb the neighbors next door and become suspicious.

At the same time, she doesn't have to go to Zuo Qianhu to learn carving tonight. He is not at home and no one will pick her up. If you let other people pick up and pick her up, she feels uneasy. On Zuo Qianhu's side, he will greet Mr. Fu in advance.

Fangzheng has not yet let the outside world know that the little skeleton can move normally during the day. This matter was too relevant, and he was also worried that Little Skull would encounter any accidents, and he was not wrong, so even people familiar with Zuo Qianhu, Mr. Fu, etc. did not tell.

"I have downloaded a chat software on the tablet, and I have registered a separate account for you. If there is anything, we will contact you on the chat software, do you know?" Founder carefully taught the usage process.

Fortunately, children are generally very receptive.

Although Founder has always felt that the little skull should be a very old and very old antique...

In response to Fang Zheng's various instructions, Little Skull nodded hurriedly, indicating that he knew that two faint rays of light flashed in his eyes.

Fang Zheng rubbed his chin and looked at the little skeleton in front of him, always feeling something was wrong.

"Do you seem happy to see me going out?"

"Do you think I forgot to assign my homework today? Do you think I am out of the house in a hurry? Do you think I will have no homework today and tomorrow?"

"Doesn’t you have to go to extracurricular interest classes at night, which makes you very happy?"

"Fortunately, you reminded me that in order to prevent it, I will assign you three days of homework in advance. And you don’t have to go to Zuoqianhu to attend extracurricular interest classes at night. You have more free time in one day. I will increase the amount of homework, and will spot check your homework when I come back."

After Fang Zheng finished speaking, the little skull was completely dumbfounded in place, especially the faint light in his eyes did not flicker, and he stopped moving, as if a person's gaze was dull and his eyes were stunned.

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Menqian Village.

The road into the village depends on an antique wooden structure wind and rain bridge with a history of over a hundred years.

The Fengyu Bridge looks like a wooden arch bridge, spanning a stream and pond, but there are bridge corridors on the bridge for pedestrians to take shelter from the rain and have a rest and chat with the villagers. This wind and rain bridge is quite spectacular. Above the horizontal stream, there is a drop of about 20 meters. The stream under the bridge is turbulent. There are bridge corridors, three-story towers, and pavilions.

A person died in Menqian Village not long ago.

A few days ago, Li Zhe, the son of the third family of Li, disappeared unexpectedly. The villagers searched for a few days but couldn't find him. For a time, no one was born or a dead body was seen.

A few days later, Li Zhe's body was found. When a villager was casting a net to fish, he accidentally caught Li Zhe who had been missing for several days in a river with dense water and grass.

It turned out that Li Zhe's corpse was entangled with water weeds, and then the corpse did not surface.

Later, the police also came and ruled out the possibility of homicide. The final conclusion was that it was suspected of accidentally slipping into the water.

Such things are not uncommon in rural areas.

Some people also said that there were powerful water ghosts in the water, and they dragged Li's son down to replace the dead ghosts.

But the strange thing is that Li's son fell into the water and died. He was not in a hurry to go out for funerals. Instead, the feudal superstition said that he should prepare for a secret marriage, and he should not let his 20-year-old son remain alone until death. , A person is too lonely on Huangquan Road.

But it's weird to say, who else will get married these days, and now there is no burial, even the corpse is cremated, where can I find the corpse? But Li Laosan didn't know where he came from, and he really found a dead married woman's corpse.

The night in the countryside is very quiet and quiet. Even if the dog barked occasionally, it would not bring anger, on the contrary, it added the gloomy atmosphere under the weird night.

At this time, it was around 7 o'clock in the evening, and the sky had just turned dark. Fang Zheng was walking in the village of Menqian, only to find that the villagers in this village seemed to rest very early. It was only 7 o'clock that there were no people in sight.

Lao San’s family is not difficult to find. The one with the white silk hanging on the funeral is the third family of Li’s family.

So Fangzheng quickly found Mr. Li's house.

This is a typical rural courtyard layout, with a single-door courtyard, a white courtyard wall, and a red-painted iron gate. At this time, the main iron gate is closed tightly.

Fang Zheng groaned and knocked on the door. When the door opened, he saw the most unexpected person. Fang Zheng was startled. The person who opened the door turned out to be an old **** stick!

"Old **** stick, are you okay?" Fang Zheng frowned.

"What the **** are you doing? I called inexplicably, but now I am standing here again."

I don't know if it is the reason for the dim light at night. At this time, most of the old **** stick's face is hidden in the shadow, looking a little gloomy.

But it is indeed the face of the old **** stick.

At this time, Fang Zheng had time to look around and look around. A mourning hall was set up in the house facing the courtyard gate, but there was no coffin in the mourning hall at this time, nor was there a man and a woman who were married. The relatives of the deceased are guarding the spirits.

Weird everywhere.

Actually, there was only the Taoist priest, the old **** stick, guarding the empty hall alone.

"Hush, when you came, did you find someone hiding outside the door, peeking into the yard secretly." The old **** stick said in a low voice toward Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng shook his head. He did not see anyone hiding outside the door when he came.

Then he asked where the owner of the house had gone, and how the mourning hall was empty, the old **** stick said that tonight was a good day for marriage, and the deceased Li Zhe was in the bridal chamber with the bride. Naturally, there is no need for someone to guard this mourning hall.

The bridal chamber of the dead... Fang Zheng heard a little uncomfortable.

After talking to Fang Zheng, the old **** stick did not know if it was an illusion. The corner of the old **** stick's mouth turned up slightly, and his smile was evil. The old **** stick was about to turn and walk into the mourning hall, but just when the old **** stick turned around... The sharp blade sticks out from behind the old **** stick, and touches the old **** stick's neck, puff!

The flesh and blood were separated, but no blood came out.

Fang Zheng's eyes glowed with cold colors: "Does ghost paint skin?"

"Not long after I returned to Zhoushi, the Painted Pi Gao family has already targeted me? Are you planning to rush to find me for revenge?"