Fang Zheng immediately looked down,

The people of the Special Operations Department, what the hell did they find.

Blood?

Cat blood?

Fang Zheng frowned.

Because according to the archives, in the card manufacturing process mentioned by Shen Wenle, there is no mention of cat blood as a special medium.

In the Western world, various legends about witches have always prevailed. To this day, there are still many Westerners who associate black cats with witches out of their natural fear of witches, saying that black cats are witches.

It is also rumored that if you encounter a black cat on a dark Friday night, it is a sign of bad luck for that person.

Therefore, in the Western world, black cats and witches have always been deeply shunned.

Because of the hunt for Western divination, so make a set of cards?

Cat blood detected on the card again?

Fang Zheng glanced down, like a quiet and well-behaved junior high school student at the moment, Shen Wenle, who was seriously bowing his head to do his homework, his eyebrows inadvertently frowned slightly.

Time passed minute by minute, and gradually in the dead of night, it became quieter and quieter.

At 23 o'clock in the middle of the night, Shen Wenle was writing his homework, and his head hung down, and Fang Zheng didn't care about Shen Wenle, nor did he arrange a sleeping place for Shen Wenle.

If his conjecture comes true... To be honest, he didn't have the slightest affection for Shen Wenle.

Drip-to-da-da.

The clock on the wall is walking weakly, and under the shroud of the night, it is getting quieter and quieter. Shen Wenle, a junior high school student who hadn't slept well for several days, finally couldn't resist the invasion of drowsiness from the quiet atmosphere, and fell asleep on the small table where he was doing his homework.

Fang Zheng was still looking through the file, not sleepy at all.

And according to the file, the so-called nightmare scarecrow only appears in sleep.

The night passed quietly, and nothing happened to the outside world.

The little skeleton sat quietly all night in front of the early education video downloaded from the tablet.

She doesn't need sleep like a human being.

Looking at Shen Wenle, who was sleeping soundly, Fang Zheng fell into deep thought.

Shen Wenle, who is sleeping now, will he threaten the nearby residents?

Will the nearby residents also be like Shen Wenle's parents and Shen Wenle's neighbors, scarecrows appear in their dreams?

This Shen Wenle is like becoming a source of a virus.

Wherever you go, take the Nightmare Seed,

A virus that spreads nightmare seeds everywhere......

However, thinking of Mr. Zuo's attitude, as well as the attitude of the Special Operations Department, it seems that Mr. Fu's underworld shop is more like a special shelter?

The Special Operations Department once told Shen Wenle that Mr. Fu's underworld shop could solve his nightmare.

And after Mr. Zuo learned about the situation, he also agreed to let Shen Wenle.

After all, human life is at stake.

Fang Zheng hesitated and asked the little skeleton to take care of the store, while he got up and walked to Mr. Zuo's shop next door.

"Did Mr. Fu teach you to walk in the yin?" When Fang Zheng gave a general explanation of Shen Wenle's affairs and the worries in his heart, Mr. Zuo did not answer the rhetorical question.

"What?" Fang Zheng didn't react for a moment.

Mr. Zuo: "Since you already have your own thoughts in your heart, why don't you find the answer in your heart through the perspective of the deceased?"

Fang Zheng was surprised.

Does the deceased in Mr. Zuo's mouth refer to those tragically dead neighbors near Shen Wenle's house?

Fang Zheng couldn't help but think of the first experience of going to the yin, which was also through the perspective of the deceased, tracking down the whereabouts of the evil mirror spirit.

The living have the spiritual world of the living, and the dead have the spiritual world of the dead.

There is a psychiatrist for the living, and there is a yin for the dead.

"I'm just a part-time temporary worker, and Mr. Fu really didn't teach me to walk in the shade. "Fang Zheng is honest.

Mr. Zuo was not surprised, but asked rhetorically, "Do you know why this child was sent to Mr. Fu's shop?"

Fang Zheng pondered: "Because of this mysterious and strange supernatural event, the people of the Special Operations Department can't solve it?"

"They can only deal with the ghosts in front of them?"

Fang Zheng was both answering and with a kind of temptation.

He specially mentioned the words of the Special Operations Department in front of Mr. Zuo, just to see how Mr. Zuo would react.

"You're smart. Mr. Zuo did not answer yes or no, but seemed to mean something else.

"Rest assured, the shop is safer at night than during the day. ”

Founder has already got the answer.

Then he got up and left.

Is it in the shade?

On the way back, these two words kept coming to Fangzheng's mind, as if they were lingering.

But thinking about it dispelled that thought.

Mysterious and strange supernatural events can't even be solved by the people of the Special Operations Department, so there is no need for him to go up and make up for it.

When I thought of the posts of Bloody Mary and Pen Fairy, the two psychic games, it was like a basin of cold water to extinguish the heat in Fang Zheng's heart.

The ghosts of psychic games are generally too evil and weird, so it's better to provoke as little as possible.

As long as Shen Wenle, a junior high school student, comes to Mr. Fu's shop on time every night, everything will be handled by Mr. Fu himself after he returns.

In the underworld, Shen Wenle can be safe.

Just as Fang was thinking, a fish-belly white had unconsciously turned up at the end of the sky, and Mr. Zuo's shop next door had been closed.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Shen Wenle, a junior high school student, woke up, in very good spirits, and seemed to be tortured continuously, and only on this night did he sleep more soundly than ever before.

During the day, someone from the Special Operations Department came over on time to pick up Shen Wenle.

Wait for the evening to come over, and spend the night in the store.

However!

This time, it was completely dark and night, almost close to eight or nine o'clock in the evening, and Shen Wenle was never seen. Fang Zheng suddenly had a bad premonition.

For the whole night, Fang Zheng didn't see Shen Wenle.

Although Fang Zheng was worried, he didn't know how to contact the people of the Special Operations Department. And even if they get in touch, they don't know what kind of identity to speak.

In the past few days, he has made great progress in martial arts.

Every day, he persevered in cultivating the "Yi Jin Washing the Marrow Sutra" and "Demon Ape Meditation Concept", and finally practiced the "Yi Jin Washing the Marrow Sutra Fourth Layer" to perfection and began to cultivate the fifth layer.

And the visualization of the three parts of the "Demon Ape Meditation View" has been completely completed after so many days of cultivation.

Next, he was going to prepare to sprint to the fifth layer of the "Yijin Washing Marrow Sutra" with all his might, preparing for the cultivation of the "Third Layer of Jiuyang Divine Skill".

On the second day of Shen Wenle's visit to the Underworld, the people from the Special Operations Department, who had not appeared again all day, reappeared in the Underworld Shop, but at the same time, they also brought a corpse.

It was actually Shen Wenle.

The junior high school died......

Before Fang Zheng was surprised, the people from the Special Operations Department brought a bad news.

After Shen Wenle's death, the scarecrow's nightmare did not disappear, and the people from the Special Operations Department brought Shen Wenle's body in the hope that Fang Zheng could go to the yin once, uncover all the mysteries, and find the nightmare scarecrow.

When he heard the request of the people from the Special Operations Department, Fang Zheng was surprised and helpless.

He really doesn't go out of the shadows.

Why does everyone think he's going to go yin?