"Yuhu Square has arrived, passengers who get off the bus please bring your luggage and belongings and get off the bus through the back door. ”

"Next stop, Jufa Farmers' Market, please sit tight. ”

On the No. 142 bus, Fang Zheng frowned all the way, staring at a dark coin in his hand.

Since the end of the apartment building, he found that the ten-dollar bill in his hand turned out to be a dark coin.

In the fox ghosts, the country monsters, and the Mana Jie classics, it is recorded that there is no money in circulation in the underworld.

The real currency in the underworld is Yin virtue.

Yin virtue is money for ghosts, ferrying, practicing, crossing the Nai He Bridge, going to the reincarnation platform, bribing difficult ghosts, all need to be dotted with money.

Yin virtue money is also called the underworld currency in the yang world, not the kind of millions burned by the yang to the underworld, a hundred million denominations of the underworld currency, that kind of useless, otherwise it would have been inflationary a long time ago. It is the yin virtue money saved in a lifetime of doing good deeds and accumulating virtue.

In fact, between the ghosts and the ghosts in the underworld, it is more secular than the world. The benefits of Yin virtue are endless, and it is more useful than money in the underworld, and it can go up to ghosts and gods and go down to cultivate.

These legends that are too mysterious, if in the past, Fang Zheng usually laughed it off and didn't take it to heart.

But now, the world is like a boulder thrown into Pinghu, and strange and drastic changes are going on everywhere, and Fang Zheng doesn't know how true or false these legends that have been passed down from generation to generation. He couldn't tell whether the underworld coin in his hand was Yin De money or ordinary Yin Mortal Coin.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter if it's true or not. Fang Zheng casually put away the coin, this night, too many things had happened, until now, he had time to sort out the clues.

Fang Zheng thought of the cold man in sunglasses who pulled him out of the ghost wall.

and the cold man in sunglasses, a middle-aged man who is called his head.

Fang Zheng was more concerned about the fact that he had collected three wisps of gray qi from these two people in less than a minute.

Fang Zheng pursed his lips lightly.

Two eyebrows furrowed.

This is the habit in which he is concentrating on thinking.

The source of the gray qi is only after the killing of the ghosts, this has been proven, there is no doubt about it.

Therefore, the source of gray qi should be related to resentment, evil qi, ghost qi, evil qi... and so on. It's just that Fang Zheng hasn't figured out which one of them belongs to.

But one thing is for sure!

Ordinary people can't see the gray qi, and they can't even use the gray qi!

At present, only he, who is pregnant with human skin scriptures, can see the gray aura after the death of the ghost.

With this speculation, key clues have surfaced.

The cold man in sunglasses and the head in his mouth are professionals who are responsible for dealing with folk supernatural incidents, and when the two of them killed the ghosts, their bodies were entangled in resentment, evil spirits, ghosts, evil spirits, and other mysterious things, so as soon as he approached, the human skin scriptures immediately reacted.

It's just that he hasn't studied it thoroughly, this resentment, ghost... Is it a short period of time that will slowly dissipate on its own, or is it a lifetime once entangled?

The more Fang Zheng thought about it, the more his eyes lit up, and he felt that he had found a big fat sheep.

Aren't they just a big fat sheep, and every once in a while, he can get a handful of wool.

It's much better than fighting life and death.

Not!

Fang Zheng frowned, he felt that his current thoughts were a bit dangerous.

Sunglasses cold men are also civil servants who represent justice, how can they be described as fat sheep.

I was still thinking about getting wool from civil servants.

This idea is too dangerous.

Not!

To change the adjective, let the people's public servants actively shine again when they give full play to their residual heat!

Founder high-fives with boxing!

He decided, and after solving the weapon this time, he immediately began to look for the gathering place of the cold men in sunglasses, and where the headquarters of the city was located.

"The Jufa Farmers Market has arrived, passengers who get off the bus are asked to bring your luggage and belongings and get off the bus through the back door. ”

At this time, the bus has also arrived.

The square figure stepped off the bus.

Fang Zheng was a little curious about the identity of Butcher Zhang, and he caught a glimpse of Butcher Zhang in the crowd of onlookers outside the apartment building.

At that time, Butcher Zhang's eyes had been staring at the apartment building, and in that special situation at that time, Butcher Zhang seemed to see something.

Apparently there is also a secret in Butcher Zhang.

In the farmer's market, the daytime and the early hours of the morning are two different scenes.

During the day, before entering the market gate, it was already crowded outside, with loud voices and shouting voices one after another.

The goal is clear.

Fang Zheng went directly to Butcher Zhang's pork stall.

When Fang Zheng arrived, he saw a meaty, chubby little boy standing in front of Butcher Zhang's pork stall.

This time, Fang Zheng took a few more looks, well, Tong Ziyang's fire is as blazing as a furnace, this time it is a person, not a ghost.

The elementary monk stood in front of the pork stall, suddenly took off his shirt, and drew many circles with watercolor pens on his body, the elementary monk pointed to the circles, raised his head and crossed his waist and said: "Boss! My mother said that she only needs the meat of these parts of the pig!"

Peat!

Decisive and spicy eyes!

Fang Zheng was dumbfounded.

Thesis: How to make my son buy meat accurately when buying meat! !

Butcher Zhang glanced at Fang Zheng lightly, facing the junior monk, his face was light and light.

"Boss, my dad said that the meat from this circle should also be used!" After the junior monk finished speaking, he took off his pants on the spot.

Poof!

Fang Zheng spurted out a mouthful of old blood, (;OдO. ), choking and coughing on the side, are the current elementary school monks so skinny?

Butcher Zhang, who has always been calm and breezy, is finally no longer calm this time.

Bang!

The thick-backed pig-killing knife weighing more than 2 catties in his hand was heavily chopped on the log cutting board: "This pig is female." ”

After buying pork, the elementary school monk who had redressed his clothes and pants pouted and glanced at Fang Zheng with a five-bar eye: "Mentally retarded." ”

Founder: "......"

Emma, brother was actually ridiculed by a poisonous tongue elementary school monk today, and the uncle and aunt couldn't bear it.

Fang Zheng squatted down and said with a smile on his face: "Being bitten by a bat becomes Batman, being bitten by a spider becomes Spider-Man, being struck by lightning is Thor, dyeing green is Hulk, eating pancakes is Pancake Man, eating Devil Fruit is ability, so what will become if you eat pork?"

The elementary monk's eyes lit up: "Peppa Pig!!"

Fang Zheng raised his hand and stroked the head of the junior monk, revealing a honey smile that could be taught: "What a smart and clever good boy." ”

Seeing the excitement of the elementary school monk screaming and running home, Fang Zheng got up proudly, the elementary school monk with a big fart, what is not good to learn is poisonous tongue, hum.

Then Fang Zheng came back to Butcher Zhang's pork stall.

Before Fang Zheng could speak, bang, a short knife with a scabbard was casually thrown on the pork stall by Butcher Zhang.

"Lao Wang has already told me about your affairs. ”

"If you want to cut ghosts and ward off evil spirits, this ghost head knife is more suitable for you. ”

Butcher Zhang regained his indifference again.