There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 838: Mr. Fu and Tufu Zhang with dumbfounded faces

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Fang Zheng didn't know how Zhenshan King made the move.

When he met Liu Shan and went out of 72 ghost gates all the way, he had indeed never encountered that unknown monster boarding the ship.

On the contrary, seeing Fang Zheng coming out with a coffin board on his shoulders, Liu Shan was almost frightened and bit his tongue, his eyes widened like a copper bell.

He recognizes the coffin board!

It is exactly those red coffins in the 72 ghost gates that their family has dared not to approach for generations!

But what did he see!

I can’t believe my eyes!

"Uh! Brother, your purpose of entering the seventy-two ghost gates this time...is it to grab the coffin board?"

Liu Shan was scared.

……

Because of the blood stains on the ship, Liu Shan did not dare to rush to the shore for fear of causing trouble to himself, so he turned off the very noisy diesel engine along the way and docked quietly.

This is a small temporary pier that only local villagers know about, not the pier where Fang Zheng first boarded the ship.

In the dark night, the ship slowly drew ashore.

Looking at the conspicuous Founder carrying the coffin slab on his shoulder, Liu Shan suggested that if it is not convenient for Founder to take the coffin slab away, he can secretly find the villagers to use a tractor to carry Fangzheng.

Fangzheng thanked Liu Shan for his kindness, and after saying goodbye, he directly carried the heavy coffin board, as light as Hongyu, and quickly disappeared at the end of the night.

Thanks to Liu Shan's caution and caution.

Fang Zheng turned his head and glanced at the river bank in the distance. Under the night, the police car lights there flickered, particularly dazzling under the dark night.

It seems that a villager called the police. After all, a homicide occurred. It would be difficult not to disturb the police for such a big event.

Because the coffin board is too conspicuous, it is not easy to transport by means of transportation, and Founder has not passed the B2 driver's license, so he can't drive the truck by himself. He simply drilled into the old forest in the deep mountains, relying on his sincerity and integrity. He kept on hearing the wind whistling in his ears, rushing across the vast mountains and heading straight to the city.

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Zhongshi.

Old Street.

Today, because of a temporary incident for Fangzheng, Chuan Puyang took the clothes to the old street.

Founder still believes in the strength of Chuan Puyang.

Today's old street is as calm as before. Mr. Fu is still squatting in front of the door, burning the paper money ingots he owed before.

Butcher Zhang is still in the wine with pig ears.

Today's Zhang Butcher’s pig head meat has been changed to pig ears. If you eat too much pig head meat, you will get greasy.

Yiyi followed Zuo Qianhu, holding a small and exquisite carving knife, sensible, and earnestly carving the wooden sculpture in her hand. Now she is carving a small civet cat in her hand.

On the contrary, Chuan Puyang and Xiao Hei were uncharacteristically squatting in front of the fake bookstore today, staring at the street without blinking.

A single woman embroidered shoe was thrown on the street.

One day has passed.

The embroidered shoes are still thrown on the street and no one picks them up.

Where did Mr. Fu threw it last night, and he still stays there. There are so many pedestrians passing by on the road during the day, and no one is curious to move or pick up shoes.

This is a bit weird to say.

It seems like such a conspicuous embroidered shoe, no one can see it.

"How does my old sheep always feel that the more I think about it, the more unreliable it is. It's not that my old sheep can't believe in Mr. Fu's ability, but the sheep also stumble, and the female mosquitoes do not drink blood, and there are seven yellow dishes. When the gourd baby."

In the middle of Chuan Pu Yang and Xiao Hei, there is a potted plant. The seedlings inside are growing vigorously. Now there are rice stalks growing, and then green grain wheat ears will be formed.

However, all Chuan Puyang is talking to himself, Leng Tsaojiao is like a little queen's Xiao Hei, too lazy to look at Chuan Puyang.

It is afraid that it will also become a rod-maker like Fang Zheng.

That's it, more than ten minutes passed.

At this time, the night is getting darker.

Seeing that it will be dawn in more than an hour, I was originally focusing on carving the clothes of the little civet cat in the shop, and turned his head to look outside the shop.

Seeing that Fang Zheng still hasn't come back, the two beams of light in the little guy's eye sockets dimmed a bit, it was a feeling of loss.

Fangzheng never came back. The little guy was worried about Fangzheng. At the same time, it was an attachment that couldn't be given up.

At this moment, at the door of Mingdian.

Seeing that the day was about to dawn, Mr. Fu burned the paper money ingots, packed the copper basin and returned to the shop. Before entering the Ming shop, Mr. Fu looked back at the embroidered shoe on the street, and then walked into the Ming shop.

Mr. Fu just walked into the store, and suddenly, Chuan Puyang's cries of surprise sounded outside the door!

The sound is broken!

Like seeing some surprise scene!

"Fall the sheep baby, where did you fly a plane today to hang a fairy board! This fairy board actually smells of milk!"

Mr. Fu hadn't turned around, he already saw Butcher Zhang facing the door, holding a wine glass in his hand.

The expression seemed to be taken aback by some scene.

Mr. Fu turned around to take a look, and then he saw Fang Zheng, who had been missing all night, standing outside the door, carrying a heavy coffin board on his shoulders.

The point is not the coffin board.

On the contrary, how did Mr. Fu think about the coffin board in front of him? How could he feel that the coffin board in front of him was a bit familiar.

So the picture is like this.

Mr. Fu: "..."

Butcher Zhang: "..."

The two faces are dumbfounded.

How much revenge does Fang Zheng have?

Kill to the grave guard’s lair so soon?

Is this taking back interest and grabbing a coffin board?

"Did you... go to the seventy-two ghost gates closed?" Zhang Tufu, an indifferent rectal man, looked at the coffin board that Fang Zheng carried back on his shoulders in surprise at this time.

After the question, the expression on Zhang Tufu's face regained the indifference of the past, and calmly asked: "Have you seen the King of the Mountain?"

Boom!

At this time, Fang Zheng put down the coffin board in his hand, and the heavy coffin board fell directly and made a dull sound.

Fang Zheng said with a harmless smile on his face, "Zhenshan King is a good and hospitable old man. He is not only hospitable, but also gave me a coffin board, saying that I can choose whatever you want. I said no, town. The king of the mountain had to give me life and death, saying that the tombkeeper had nothing good to give away, so he gave me a coffin board as a'cultural artwork'."

"Then I said that I recognize the bed better. If the king of the mountain must give me a'cultural art' coffin board, then I will pick one that is familiar, so I have this coffin board in front of you."

The Chuan Puyang on the side heard the words and started clamoring and clamoring, and it was going to go to 72 ghost gates as a guest!

It also wants a coffin board that smells of milk!

Mr. Fu: "..."

Butcher Zhang: "..."

At this moment, he heard the movement next door, Zuo Qianhu who also walked over: "..."

Yiyi also ran out happily at this time, hugged Fang Zheng, and Fang Zheng touched the little guy's head.

Mr. Fu, Zhang Tufu, and Zuo Qianhu naturally didn't believe in Fang Zheng's nonsense, so they opened the door and asked Fang Zheng to carry a coffin board. What are they doing?

They all know that Founder has never been the one to suffer.

I won’t run to the 72 ghost gates for nothing for no reason.