There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 164: Bottom of the well

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The ghosts were crushed directly in the light of the knife. These ghosts were too weak for Fang Zheng now.

As the ghost was hacked and killed, the surrounding fierce flames disappeared, the blood and corpses on the bed also disappeared, and Fang Zheng found himself still standing in front of the picture frame on the wall.

The person is still in the abandoned wooden house, and the flashlight of the mobile phone in his hand is diffusing a dazzling white light.

The third picture frame on the wall has been chopped to pieces by him.

Fang Zheng looked at the only two frames left, his eyes showing thoughtfulness.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence. Of the twelve people on the frame, only one escaped the haunted house. He had killed 11 people before, and only one survived.

And that person is a man named Ping Si.

Fang Zheng could even guess that on that weird night decades ago, who the man finally escaped from the haunted house was the man named Ping Si.

Because the noise Fang heard outside the wooden house was all dialects that he could not understand.

If Ping Si had died in this wooden house, he would have heard Ping Si's voice, and Ping Si had some dialects in Zhoushi, so he should understand it.

So, as soon as he speculated in his mind, Founder had guessed nine out of ten.

It's weird.

The weird night decades ago will repeat itself again decades later.

It's the same even in terms of connecting the game. In the end, it was the only man named Ping Si who survived.

The more Fang Zheng thought about it, the more he felt this, it seemed to involve some unimaginable existence in the dark.

"If my guess is correct, then the old man's body found in Menqian Village should be this man named Ping Si..."

Fang Zheng's eyes are deep, maybe he will be able to find out the identity of the old man's corpse when he returns to Menqian Village.

Just as Fang Zheng was pondering, the corner of his eye swept to the ground, huh?

The expression on Fang Zheng's face was surprised.

It's actually a phantom coin.

Not the kind of tens of billions, trillions of denominations that the sun burns to the underworld, but the Yinde coins.

Fang Zheng hasn't figured out how true or false these ancient legends about Mingbi and Yinde money are.

Is there really an underworld in this world?

As Zhang Tufu in the system, he clearly told him that the so-called underworld is just a kind of folk superstition, and there is no underworld in this world.

But the descent does not exist, what happened to these coins?

Fang Zheng picked up the eleven coins on the ground...No, there were twelve coins in total.

Fangzheng glanced at the picture frame with Pingsi photos on the wall, and he thought about it. There are twelve coins in total, and he has undoubtedly responded to the previous conjectures of Founder.

The old man who died in Menqian Village should be flat.

Perhaps because of a certain obsession, the old man has been living in a certain self-blame for the rest of his life, perhaps because he blamed himself for failing to save others decades ago. That's why he spent the rest of his life in his own dry well, secretly digging a secret road, and then returning to Heixiazi Lin every once in a while to mourn his old friend. The figure lying outside the door of Laosan Li's home may be Ping Si who had died of illness for several days.

Of course, these are just a few clues by Founder based on Mingbi, the secret road in the dry well, etc., and only guesses based on personal conjecture.

Perhaps, the figure lying outside the door of Laosan Li's house is not even possible...

Fang Zheng looked down at the twelve Ming coins in his hand. Since there are no underground palaces in this world, these dark coins cannot be burned to the underground palaces.

But existence is reasonable.

Since the underworld does not exist, on the contrary, it just proves that the future use of these coins may be even more extraordinary.

Mingbi is also called Yindeqian.

It's Yinde Carry.

Whether it is in folk concepts, Taoist records, or the Buddhist system, Yinde has long been one of the important inheritances deeply ingrained.

If there is yin and virtue, there will be yang. This ancient proverb has been running through thousands of years of civilized history and is still popular today.

All indications indicate that a yin-virtuous object like the coin may be an extraordinary thing.

He originally had nine coins.

In addition to the twelve phantom coins today, he already has 21 phantom coins deposits.

Fang Zheng also thought about asking Zhang Tufu or Mr. Fu about all kinds of doubts about Mingbi. Both of them are people in the system. They must know many secret and ancient legends and secrets. These are all outsiders. Ordinary people, information that is not accessible on the Internet.

But there are too many secrets in him, and he is not easy to expose himself.

Although Zhang Tufu and Mr. Fu may already know some of his secrets, otherwise he would not have been allowed to take care of the Mingdian at the beginning, and he was relieved to let him go dark. The answer is obvious. Zhang Tufu and Mr. Fu must already know that he is different from ordinary people.

It's just that Fang Zheng still doesn't know exactly where he has mastered his intelligence. So what he can do is to keep a low profile as much as possible, try not to jump too much, and try to minimize the number of times he gets into the sight of Zhang Tufu and Mr. Fu.

Fang Zheng regained his feelings, and then left the haunted house.

The only pity is that the person who strayed into the haunted house tonight was not rescued in time.

Thinking about this, a cold light appeared in Fang Zheng's eyes.

Boom!

A red horse practiced like a large waterfall. The sword energy of Nine Suns' True Qi exploded the wooden house in the forest, turned into a raging fire, and collapsed into ruins.

About ten minutes later, Fang Zheng's figure appeared in another part of the Heixiazi Forest.

It is precisely based on the route of the well burial excavated in the memory picture to find here.

The night in the deep mountains and old forests is as dark as a place of death, curse, loneliness, wailing, and despair.

Wandering on the edge of the real world and the evil world.

Everything I can touch is horror and darkness, just like a small black house of a person, no way out of the shadow.

But all this has no effect on the other party.

People are afraid of ghosts for three points, and ghosts are afraid of people for seven points.

At this moment, Fang Zheng is full of energy and blood. It is not that he is afraid of ghosts, but that ghosts are afraid of him.

Fangzheng quickly found the well burial that had collapsed decades ago. However, when Fang Zheng found the location, his eyes were fixed and he immediately looked vigilant around him.

The burial well that collapsed back then has actually been dug up.

The soil was turned outwards and was dug up outside.

Moreover, the soil that was opened was still fresh, and it was only a few days after it was opened.

Fang Zheng's muscles were tense, and he clenched the Ghost Sword in his hand, ready to strike at any time. He watched his surroundings and listened carefully for any wind and grass around him. For five minutes, ten minutes... the surroundings are safe and there is no suspicious movement.

Fangzheng was convinced that no one was around.

Fangzheng came to the burial well, and the flashlight shone towards the bottom of the well. The well was very deep and the flashlight could not illuminate the scenery underneath the well. Fang Zheng thought for a moment. He stood by the burial well and did not feel the breath of the ghost. Then he used the ghost knife as a point of borrowing on the wall of the well and went down to the bottom of the well.

The coldness in the well is pressing, and the dampness is very heavy.

But after going down to the bottom of the well, there was no water as expected.