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

When he met with Liu Shan, he went all the way out of the seventy-two ghost gates, and indeed he never encountered the unknown monster on board the ship again.

On the contrary, when he saw Fang Zheng walking out with a coffin board on his shoulder, Liu Shan was almost frightened and bit his tongue, and his eyes were as wide as a copper bell.

He knew the coffin board!

It was the red lacquered wooden coffins in the seventy-two ghost gates that even their family had not dared to approach for generations!

They haven't even come close for generations!

But what did he see!

I can't believe my eyes!

"Uh, little brother, the purpose of your trip to the seventy-two ghost gates... Is it just to grab the coffin board?"

Liu Shan was frightened.

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

This is a small temporary dock that only the local villagers know, and it is not the small pier where Founder first boarded the ship.

In the thick of the night, the ship slowly docked.

Looking at the coffin board on his shoulder, the conspicuous Fangzheng, Liu Shan suggested that if it was inconvenient for Fangzheng to take the coffin board, he could secretly find the villagers to take Fangzheng with a tractor.

Fang Zheng thanked Liu Shan for his kindness, and after saying goodbye, he directly carried the heavy coffin board, which was as light as a feather and quickly disappeared at the end of the night.

Also thanks to Liu Shan's carefulness and prudence.

Fang Zheng looked back at the river embankment in the distance, where the lights of the police car flashed dazzlingly at night, and it was particularly dazzling in the dark night.

It seems that some villagers called the police, after all, there was a homicide, and it was difficult not to alarm the police for such a big thing.

Because the coffin board is too conspicuous, it is not easy to transport with the help of transportation, and Founder has not taken the B2 driver's license, so he can't drive a truck to transport it, so he simply drilled into the deep mountains and old forests, relying on a true and honest body, stretching endlessly, listening to the wind whistling in his ears, like a galloping locomotive, rampage in the vast mountains, and went straight to the city.

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Tsuishi.

Street.

Today, because Fangzheng had something to do temporarily, the clothes were taken to the old street by Chuanpu Yang.

Fangzheng still believes in the strength of Chuanpu sheep.

Today's old street, 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 drinking wine with pig ears.

Today's Zhang Butcher's pig head meat has been changed to pig ears, and it is easy to get tired of eating too much pig head meat.

Yiyi followed Zuo Qianhu's side, holding a small and delicate small carving knife, sensible, and carefully carved the wood carving in her hand, and now she carved a little civet cat in her hand.

On the contrary, it was Chuanpu Yang and Xiao Hei, who were uncharacteristically squatting at the door of the fake bookstore today, staring at the street without blinking.

A single woman's embroidered shoes were thrown on the street.

A day passed.

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

Where did Mr. Fu throw it last night, and now he still doesn't move in that position, so many pedestrians pass by on the road during the day, and no one is curious to move or pick up shoes.

It's a bit strange to say.

It was as if it was such a conspicuous embroidered shoe that no one could see.

"How do I always feel that the more I think about this thing, the more unreliable it is, it's not that my old sheep can't believe Mr. Fu's ability, the sheep has stumbled, the female mosquito also doesn't drink blood, and the yellow dish also has seven gourd babies. ”

In the middle of the Chuanpu sheep and Xiao Hei, there is a potted plant, in which the seedlings are thriving, and now there are rice stalks, and then there are green wheat ears.

However, it was all Chuanpu Yang talking to himself, cold and arrogant like the little queen's little black, too lazy to look at Chuanpu Yang.

It's afraid that it will become a staff like Fangzheng.

In this way, another ten minutes passed.

The night was getting darker at this point.

Seeing that it was more than an hour before dawn, he was concentrating on carving the clothes of the little civet cat in the store, and turned his head to look outside the store.

Seeing that Fang Zheng still didn't come back, the two lights in the little guy's eyes dimmed a little, which was a lost emotion.

Fang Zheng never came back, the little guy was worried about Fang Zheng.

At this moment, at the door of the Hades shop.

Seeing that the sky was about to dawn, Mr. Fu finished burning the paper money ingots, packed up the copper basin and returned to the store, before entering the store, Mr. Fu looked back at the embroidered shoes on the street, and then walked into the store.

Mr. Fu had just walked into the store, and suddenly, outside the door, there was already a startled cry of Chuanpu sheep!

Sound breaking!

It's like seeing something surprising!

"Shepherd sheep, where did you fly the plane today and get an immortal board! This fairy board still has a milky flavor!"

Before Mr. Fu could turn around, he saw Butcher Zhang, who was facing the door, holding a wine glass in his hand.

That expression, as if stunned by some scene.

Mr. Fu turned around to look, and then saw that Fang Zheng, who had been missing all night, was standing outside the door at this time, carrying a heavy coffin board on his shoulder.

The key is not the coffin board.

Rather, how did Mr. Fu look at it, how did he feel that the coffin board in front of him was somewhat familiar, and the cultivator never forgot it, and Mr. Fu quickly recognized where the coffin board in front of him came from.

And so the picture became like this.

Mr. Fuku: "......"

Butcher Zhang: "......"

The bewilderment of the second face.

How much grudge does this guy have in mind?

Kill the grave keeper's lair so quickly?

Is this to piggyback the interest and grab a coffin board?

"You... Go to the seventy-two ghost doors and close them?" Butcher Zhang, an indifferent rectal man, looked at the coffin board that Fang Zheng was carrying back on his shoulder in disbelief at this time.

After asking, the expression on Butcher Zhang's face returned to his former indifference, and he asked calmly: "Have you seen King Zhenshan?"

Boom!

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

Fang Zheng said with a harmless smile: "King Zhenshan is a hospitable and good person, not only hospitable, but also gave me a coffin board, saying let me pick at will, choose at will, I said that I don't want King Zhenshan to be forced to give me alive or dead, saying that the tomb keeper has nothing good to give, so he gave me a coffin board as a 'cultural artwork'." ”

"Then I said that I know the bed better, if the king of Zhenshan must give me a 'cultural artwork' coffin board, then I will pick a familiar one, so there is this coffin board in front of you. ”

When the Chuanpu sheep on the side heard this, they also began to shout, and they were also going to the seventy-two ghost gates to be a guest!

It also wants milky coffin plates!

Mr. Fuku: "......"

Butcher Zhang: "......"

At this time, he heard the movement next door, and also walked over to Zuo Qianhu: "......"

At this time, Yiyi also ran out with joy and hugged Fangzheng, who touched the little guy's little head.

Mr. Fu, Butcher Zhang, and Zuo Qianhu naturally didn't believe in Fangzheng's nonsense, so they directly asked Fangzheng, what is the use of carrying a coffin board?

Founder has never been the one who suffers.

I won't run through the seventy-two ghost gates for no reason. I want to talk about "There is a Demon Here" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~