There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 190: Do you know the consequences of going to the wrong grave?

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Just as Founder was thinking,

The old **** stick cat went to a corner and made a secret call.

In a few minutes, I saw the old **** stick's face turning back and forth.

"What?" Founder looked over.

The old **** stick frowned: "The old security guard at the quarry just called me, and the quarry has been holding on to the continuous deaths. The Dongchuang incident happened."

"The shareholders of the quarry were taken away by the police, and even Manager Yu of the quarry was rewarded by the police with a pair of silver bracelets."

"The old way I almost lost my life in that cave last night. In the end, the profit of 100,000 yuan was lost. This time I lost a lot of money."

Fangzheng has some sympathy for the old **** stick.

Here, Mrs. Li and his wife were killed, and the person in charge of the quarry was taken away. The old **** stick did not get a penny.

Just as the old **** stick was depressed, a police officer glanced at the old **** stick from time to time.

"Uncle Policeman, what are you looking at?" The old **** stick wondered.

The police: "..."

Don't make trouble.

With such a big nephew like you, I'm afraid I will lose my life.

The police did not speak, but instead found someone, the pro-elder brother of Laosan Li, and asked him to identify the old **** stick.

Li's three big brothers: "Yes, he is the Chen Daxian whom my third brother found."

"When my third brother's house collapsed and my third brother and sister-in-law were in a coma, he was there."

"The day my third brother and sister-in-law died tragically, this Chen Daxian was also there. It was also the first time Chen Daxian rushed into the room where my third brother was killed."

The old **** stick shivered like a chrysanthemum and old meat.

He suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the old **** stick was surrounded by four or five policemen, all staring at him with guard.

"Chen Daxian, you are very famous. Wherever you go, there are dead people. There was a life case in Menqian Village, and you were there; when people died in the Jianshanling Quarry, you were also here. You have now entered our public security system. The list of fugitive suspects." The police had a stern face.

"Uncle policeman, I was wronged by the old way, is there any misunderstanding!" The old **** stick trembled with fright, and actually entered the list of fugitive suspects in the public security system, his face was green.

This is the standard for proper wanted criminals.

Fangzheng was very wise at this time to observe his nose, his nose and heart, silent and silent, trying to make himself transparent.

Do not attract the attention of the police.

If he is even on the public security system list, he will have fun.

The policeman turned black immediately. "Speak well, I'm less than forty years old this year, I can't afford to have you as a big nephew."

"Call me Comrade Police."

"Uncle Police...Comrade Police, I was really wronged by the old way." The old **** stick cried miserably.

Whoever is okay to accuse himself of murder.

That is the highest criminal case for eating peanuts.

"Go ahead, do you want a pair of silver bracelets? Or a pair of silver anklets?" The policeman had a serious expression on his business.

"This...yes, is there any difference?" the old **** stick asked tremblingly.

The police: "Silver bracelets go to the detention center, and silver anklets go to jail."

"Be lenient in confession and strict in resistance. If we find out that you are really innocent, naturally you don't need to wear a silver anklet.

"

In the end, no matter how the old sacred stick argued, he was directly escorted away by several policemen. Because the old **** stick may be a murderer, he was rewarded with a pair of silver bracelets.

Looking at the old sacred stick being taken away, Fang Zheng silently mourned for the old sacred stick for 0.5 seconds...then he lifted his legs decisively and left this place of right and wrong.

Since I stayed in Menqian Village again, no clues can be found through investigation, and the successive incidents here have attracted the attention of the police, and it is no longer convenient for him to act. Fang Zheng can only plan to return to Zhou City first. , Maybe Mr. Fu, who has been acting unfathomable all the time, could have a way.

……

When Fang Zheng returned to Zhoushi from the countryside, it was almost night.

After leaving for three days, he finally set foot on the land of Zhoushi again. When Fangzheng got off the bus from the passenger transportation center, he felt a little sorrowful for a while.

Although it was only three short days, too many things happened in these three days.

There are both dead and curses...

Thinking of the curse, Fang Zheng kept running without stopping, and immediately went straight to Mr. Fu's Mingdian. He has always been deliberately avoiding Mr. Fu and Zhang Tufu, both of whom have always been unfathomable insiders. He never took the initiative to find two people. This time it was an exception because the curse on his body made him feel like a throat, bringing urgency. A sense of crisis.

When Fang Zheng looked for Mr. Shangfu, he unexpectedly saw Tufu Zhang appearing in Mr. Fu’s Mingdian again today.

Don’t Zhang Butcher even have a nightlife?

It seems that the only nightlife is Mr. Fu?

When Fang Zheng's figure appeared in Mr. Fu Ming's shop, Mr. Fu was burning paper money in the brazier at the door.

At the same time, the special spirit is +1.

A ray of green spirit aura rose from Mr. Fu, and Fang Zheng was surprised and delighted.

As soon as Fang Zheng appeared, Mr. Fu at the door, and Butcher Zhang, who was drinking white wine with braised pork head in Mingdian, all stared upward.

Being the focus at once made Founder a little uncomfortable.

Fang Zheng was terrified: "What, what's the matter?"

Mr. Fu still had the same dead face with no expression on it. He continued to squat by the brazier and burn the paper money, paying homage to the dead, without speaking.

"This younger brother and sister match you very well." After Zhang Butcher finished speaking, he continued to pour the white wine and braised pork head in front of him.

Fang Zheng's face turned black on the spot.

Brother and sister peat.

Similar to peat.

Fang Zheng was depressed, then looked at Mr. Fu who was burning paper money, and said curiously: "Mr. Fu, who is the paper money for this time?"

Fangzheng remembers the last time Mr. Fu burnt paper money, or the first time he met Mr. Fu. That time was because four young girls were playing psychic games and they were targeted by an evil mirror spirit. His first time going overcast...

"When I know that when I go to the grave, if I worship the wrong head, what will happen?" Mr. Fu did not answer the question, still the dead face without expression.

Founder: "..."

Reading physics, like in the fog, physics like in the fog, Wuli, physics... Fang Zheng felt that his mood at the moment was like this.

I want to know,

I am not called Fang Zheng.

I just changed my surname to Lin Zheng...

Without waiting for Fang Zheng's answer, Mr. Fu has already spoken: "On the Ching Ming Festival not long ago, someone worshiped the wrong ancestral tomb. When he met a ghost, he worshiped an ancient tomb with no tombstone."

Fang Zheng tentatively asked: "Is this something tricky?"

Mr. Fu continued to say without expression: "During this period, there have been hospital morgues and cremation sites where corpses have been thrown away. When he was discovered a month later, he had eaten more than 20 corpses alive."

"Now even if he drives away the things in his body, people can't be saved. He has been accustomed to eating dead human flesh, accustomed to eating raw meat, his nature has changed, and he will continue to eat dead human flesh in the future, and he will eventually develop Eat live human flesh."

"I'm paying homage to his dead soul. Don't go to the wrong grave in the future."

Founder was startled.

Mr. Fu is admitting in disguise that this person died in his hands in the end?

So today are you paying homage to this dead soul?

It's no wonder that when he saw Mr. Fu, he felt a peculiar spirit.