There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 174: The domineering old cudgel
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"What happened later?" Fang Zheng asked.
Never mind, the old **** stick looked at Fang Zheng with strange eyes,
"Little brother, these are just foxes, ghosts, gods, ghosts, and ghosts in folk histories. No one knows how true or false these are written by the ancients. Would you really believe it? "
The old **** stick and Fang Zheng squatted on the corpse to study the headless man's corpse. The old **** stick turned to look at Fang Zheng's eyes, like...looking at a problem teenager.
It's just that the problematic youth looks a bit precocious, which makes people look anxious.
Founder: "..."
Fang Zheng: "Old God Cudgel, tell you a little joke. I have a friend who has the same name and surname as you. He likes to eat TNT the most. Now the tomb head grass is three feet tall."
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The old **** stick looked dazed.
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"It seems that if we want to know where Zhang Jiu's head is going, we have to go to the Jianshanling quarry again tonight." Fang Zheng stood up, preparing to leave Zhang Jiu's house.
"What about this headless corpse?" The old **** stick stayed alone in the room, feeling a little bit cold behind his back, and hurriedly stepped forward.
Fang Zheng said: "Of course it is to call the police, to catch the murderer as soon as possible. This is the duty of every citizen. Do you still need to think about it. If you don’t call the police, do you want to stay and kill? The murderer's back?"
"But before calling the police, we have to figure out what is going on with Zhang Jiu in the Jianshanling Quarry."
In fact, Founder still has one more sentence to say.
Since there is a spirit that can be harvested, it is not a pity to let the cooked duck fly away.
Let him harvest a wave of soul energy first.
Of course, the more important thing is to get rid of that curse as soon as possible!
After tossing back and forth, one morning without a drop of rice, after leaving Zhang Jiu's house, the old **** stick insisted that he should go to a nearby beef ramen restaurant to fill his stomach first.
I just saw a smelly corpse not long ago, and it didn't seem to affect the appetite of the old **** stick in the slightest.
But when I think of the profession of the old **** stick, it's not surprising.
In one hour...
Fang Zheng and the old **** stick again appeared near the Jianshanling quarry. At this time, the sun is bright in the afternoon. Although the Ching Ming Festival has passed, the weather is not so fast. The weather is still a bit cooler. From time to time, cold air brings cool airflow. Fang Zheng and the old **** stick sat in the car to open it. The windows are ventilated, but they don’t feel stuffy.
They were waiting for Zhang Jiu to appear after dark.
Whether this Zhang Jiu is a human or a ghost, it will be revealed as soon as it gets dark.
While sitting in the car is boring, the old **** stick curiously asked Fang Zheng a long-held question: "Little brother, you have been chasing after the quarry from Menqian Village to the quarry. Who are you following?"
"Is that person important to you, little brother?"
It's okay not to ask the old **** stick, and Fang Zheng feels depressed when he asks.
There is a saying in my heart that MMP is not a good word.
If it weren't for the old **** stick, he could lie down innocently with a gun, and inexplicably put the Gao family back on his back, provoking a terrible curse. Although this wave allowed him to earn the greatest wealth in history, from Gao Shu's painting alone, he cut leeks to seventeen wisps of soul energy, but without this life-threatening curse, everything is truly perfect.
No matter how you think about it, it's very uneasy.
Fang Zheng turned down the plastic plate of the cosmetic mirror in the car, took a finger at the plastic plate that had black, black, yellow and yellow mold spots, and asked the old **** stick: "Do you know what this is?"
The old **** stick was confused: "Nonsense, I know what it is. Isn't this a sun visor."
"It is also called the Women's Friendship Makeup Mirror."
Fang Zheng showed a harmless smile on the face of humans and animals, beckoned to the old **** like a wolf grandma, and said: "Old **** stick, look at the makeup mirror, and then tell me what's in the makeup mirror."
At this time, the old **** stick is like Little Red Riding Hood, who has not yet entered the world. He did not withstand the temptation of Grandma Wolf. He obediently leaned half of his body into the passenger seat, and then...
"Okay, what a handsome younger brother and sister... really a talented girl, female, female appearance... golden child, jade girl... created in heaven... earth-shattering weeping ghosts, ghosts, ghosts... a new couple of ghosts and gods!"
"I wish the little brothers and younger siblings grow old together, full of children and grandchildren, quarreling at the head of the bed and at the foot of the bed...Ah no, it's the golden house singing and the colorful phoenix, the bridal chamber's flowers and candles are happy to take the dragon!"
The old **** stick was crying with an old face, squabbled and trembling, it seemed that people were about to cry, while his body was shivering like chaff, desperately crawling out of the car outside the driver's seat.
"The Supreme Heavenly Venerable, the Master of the Three Qing ancestors is here, the old way I have not seen anything, the old way I am born with two eyes and long needles, I can't see anything, where am I, where is this place, the old way I am blind , I can’t see anything."
Fang Zheng had already discovered that the bride lying on his back in the phoenix robe and Xia Phi, this weird, evil curse, is always lying on him throughout the day or at night.
During the day has no effect on this curse.
From this we can see that this curse is even more evil.
Just when the old **** stick was trembling and about to climb out of the driving position, Fang Zheng grabbed the old **** stick's back collar and pulled back into the driving position. When the old **** stick looked pale and asked for mercy, Fang Zheng made a move. Mute the action, and then click the rearview mirror outside the window.
Move to the old **** stick to look in the rearview mirror.
I saw a convoy of several Big Ben, coming from a distance, and the dust was rolling along the way, and it quickly passed by the old Jetta.
When the convoy passed by, I saw an old monk wearing a monk's clothes sitting on the back seat of one of the big bets, with a compassionate expression on his face, closing his eyes and closing his palms, reciting the scriptures.
It seems that he noticed his gaze, and the old monk closed his eyes closed all the time, just in time to see the old Jetta Nei Fangzheng and the old **** stick who were parked on the side of the road.
The old monk nodded politely towards the two and sang Amitabha.
Watching the convoy finally drove into the Jianshanling quarry, and the security guard at the door collectively exited the security room to greet the Daben convoy, Fang Zheng looked thoughtful.
This is where the quarry is finally going to be unable to sit still, and ask a monk to cast down demons and slay demons, do you do anything?
Just as Fang Zheng was thinking about it, the old **** stick who was crying in the driver's seat with an old face suddenly sat upright, his chest straightened, his face with a rare seriousness.
The gaze of the old **** stick in the direction of the quarry, to be more precise, was staring at the big rushing car with the old monk with a murderous look on his face.
Fang Zhengyi's black question mark.
Why did this old **** stick suddenly become serious? The first second was still scared to death and alive, and to climb out of the driving position to die, but the next second suddenly changed his face into a serious and serious?
"Little brother, I think there is a demon in this place. The sky is great and the people are in charge of the people. All living beings are struggling like a hard life. I can't bear the old way. Seriously looking at the direction.
"Speaking of people." Founder was unmoved.
"Has my little brother ever heard a sentence, since ancient times, Taoism and Buddhism are enemies?"
"Old-fashioned, I want to grab this bald donkey's business!"
The old **** stick speaks loudly and passionately.