There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 370: The news of the seventy-two ghost gates

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There is a sultry dampness in the air.

Since the turn of June, the sultry heat of the day has continued even at night, even if it has just rained, the sultry heat remains unabated.

Passers-by who rushed home from get off work were all hurrying on the road, ignoring the heels of their shoes, and stains were splashed on the trousers.

At this time, although the rain has stopped, there are still some fine raindrops falling from time to time, and the sky above the head feels gloomy.

When Fang Zheng brought his clothes, and a few days passed, he was still listless and decadent, Xiao Hei, when he came to the old street, it was already 7 o'clock in the evening.

Looking at Xiao Hei, who was decadent every day, Fang Zheng was also very worried about Xiao Hei's situation. He was afraid that this silly cat would never recover and be completely abolished.

So say,

Fang Zheng has always been thinking about it,

What happened to Xiao Hei that day? I've been sluggish for so long?

In the past few days, I haven't even touched the Evian mineral water, my favorite.

Fangzheng lowered his head and glanced at the clothes that was holding Xiao Hei tightly in his arms. He was also helpless, unable to help these two little guys.

I can only hope that Yiyi will accompany Xiao Hei more and enlighten the cat.

Fangzheng sometimes hurts to think about it. Can this ghost also have mental illness?

Where does it go to find a ghost psychologist?

"Brother Zuo."

"Brother Fang."

As soon as Fang Zheng entered the store, he greeted Zuo Qianhu.

Then,

Fang Zheng stood motionless, looking at Zuo Qianhu quietly.

? ?

Zuo Qianhu black question mark face: "Is there anything else?"

"No."

Fang Zheng was busy denying it, and then continued to stand motionless, looking at Zuo Qianhu.

Zuo Qianhu didn't think much, got up from the desk at work, turned around and prepared to pick up the small toolbox of clothes from the shelf behind him, he felt the gaze from behind, and turned around again to look at Founder standing motionless: "Something?"

Fang Zheng hehe said: "It's okay, it's okay, Brother Zuo, please take care of your own affairs."

Zuo Qianhu turned around suspiciously, turned his back to the other side, and continued to fetch the small toolbox on the shelf, but...

Feeling the gaze from behind, Zuo Qianhu's face turned black. After removing the small toolbox, he turned to look at Fang Zheng behind him: "If something is going on."

Fang Zheng had an innocent expression on his face: "Oh, it's really okay. Brother Zuo, you are absolutely suspicious. I would never say that today is my day to go out of the shade. Investigate the'disappearing ancient village of the Yellow River', and then deliberately hinted. Brother Zuo, have you forgotten to give me something, such as the magic weapon for killing the **** Bai Qi, or Farewell My Concubine Xiang Yu, Han Jiaer Lang Ranmin, God of War Lu Bu, Wu Sheng Guan Yu..."

Zuo Qianhu: "..."

Shen Te Mo doesn't intentionally imply.

You have made it clear that it is a good cut.

This guy is too thick-skinned.

For the first time when Fang Zheng walked alone, he chose a woodcarving of "Killing God Baiqi" ​​in Zuoqianhu shop, and he chose a piece of "Evil Ghost Stepping in Purgatory" in Yan Chixia Jade Shop.

However, when he ended his part-time job and left the shadows, both of these powerful magical instruments were taken back.

That's why the scene above is here.

Fangzheng thought that there would be a magic weapon in this time, he thought Zuo Qianhu had forgotten, and he didn't remember it for a while, so he woke up an extra sentence.

But obviously, this is obviously because Founder thought too much.

"Li Sishui's corpse is highly decomposed and has been dead for too long. The spiritual world of the dead is as fragile as an eggshell that can be broken in one hit, unable to withstand much external stimulation. So, really not. But about For safety, don’t worry, Mr. Fu has other arrangements.” Zuo Qianhu explained that his cheeks were not red and his cheeks were as thick as a city wall, and his mouth twitched.

"..." Founder.

In a few minutes.

When Fang Zheng's figure appeared in Mingdian, Zhang Tufu looked at Fang Zheng, who had returned from the fake bookstore next door, and asked curiously: "What? You, like the cat in your house, have been infected with decadence?"

"Can decadence still be contagious?"

Fang Zheng said it was okay, thanked Zhang Tufu for his concern. Of course, he would not admit that he had just asked Zuo Qianhu shamelessly for a magic weapon.

What’s rare today, Butcher Zhang didn’t eat the braised pork head anymore, but was helping Mr. Fu, helping him back and forth as if he was arranging something.

Fang Zheng took a curious look at the back hall. The coffin he saw a few days ago was still there. Sure enough, this coffin was prepared for him... No, it was prepared for Li Sishui's corpse.

Fang Zheng looked at the coffin curiously. Could there be a certain body tissue or part from Li Sishui in the coffin?

Curiosity returns to curiosity. The so-called technical profession has specializations, and Fang Zheng didn't go in and add to the chaos.

Just wait patiently outside.

It turns out that tonight is the day when Fang Zheng went out of the shade and competed for a place in the blessed place.

When Fangzheng came to pick up clothes yesterday, Mr. Fu had specially told him not to forget.

The time of going overcast starts at 0:00 midnight when the overcast air is the heaviest.

There is still some time before midnight at 0:00.

Taking advantage of this period of time, Fang Zheng once again took out his domestically produced magic machine, and went online to find out if there was any major event happening in the world recently.

However, Fang Zheng hasn't started searching yet, and suddenly noticed that today's classmates are very lively.

The group seems to have been discussing the same thing all the time, and the word "earthquake" appeared. Fang Zheng looked surprised. He didn't seem to have heard of any earthquake in China recently?

At this moment, a familiar word appeared in the group news, seventy-two ghost gates.

"Seventy-two ghost gates?!"

Fang Zheng was startled. Isn't this the old nest of those grave guards?

The last time Zhang Tufu killed 72 ghost gates alone for him, it was just that Fang Zheng didn't know the outcome of that battle, and it was impossible for the outside world to release such news reports.

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng subconsciously turned his head and took a look at Butcher Zhang, who was busy with Mr. Fu in the back hall, and then he began to keep flipping up the chat records.

About five or six minutes, Fang Zheng turned to a travel photo of a classmate.

It was a mountain with green water and green mountains. But in the photo, many rocks exploded and ancient trees broke. Especially one of the mountains was the most shocking. The hard mountain wall seemed to be chopped out by a knife. Ten meters, nearly a hundred meters long crack.

The trees and rocks along the way were all blown up, and the long ravines formed a sharp contrast with the surrounding green mountains and forests.

Here, there are seventy-two ghost gates.

Fang Zheng also learned various legends about the seventy-two ghost gates from the traveling classmate.

Weird dead people in ancient times.

The corpse will disappear after flowing into the seventy-two ghost gates, and will not float out along the water.

As well as the renewed commerce and prosperity in the modern era.

There hasn't been any major accident.

What the classmate group has been discussing just now is this matter. Everyone is discussing the cracks that are nearly 100 meters long and are not like the normal weathering of nature. Was it cut out by a knife?