Just when Fang Zheng was thinking,

The old god stickcat went to the corner and made a sneaky call.

Within a few minutes, I saw the old god's face turn blue and black.

"What?" Fang Zheng looked over.

The old god frowned: "The old security guard in the quarry called me just now, and the incident of the continuous dead people that the quarry has been covering has happened. ”

"The shareholders of the quarry were taken away by the police, and even the manager of the quarry, Yu, was rewarded with a pair of silver bracelets by the police. ”

"I almost lost my life in that cave last night, but in the end, all the 100,000 yuan of laisee money was lost, and this trip made a big loss. ”

Fang Zheng was a little sympathetic to the old god stick.

Li Laosan and his wife were killed here, and the person in charge of the quarry was taken away over there, and the old god stick didn't get a penny.

Just when the old god stick was depressed, a policeman glanced at the old god stick from time to time.

"Uncle Policeman, what are you looking at?" the old god wondered.

Police: "......"

Don't make a fuss.

With a big nephew like you, I'm afraid I'll lose my life.

The police didn't speak, but found someone, Li Laosan's eldest brother, and asked him to identify the old god.

Third Brother Li: "That's right, he is the Chen Daxian that my third brother found." ”

"When my third brother's house collapsed, and my third brother and sister-in-law were in a coma, he was present. ”

"On the day of the tragic death of my third brother and sister-in-law, this Chen Daxian was also present, and Chen Daxian was the first to rush into the room where my third brother was killed. ”

The old god's face was like a chrysanthemum, and the old meat trembled.

He suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the old god stick was surrounded by four or five policemen, and all eyes were staring at him vigilantly.

"Chen Daxian, you are very famous, there are dead people wherever you go. You were present in the murder case in Menqian Village, and you were only present when someone died in the Jianshanling Quarry, and you have now entered the list of fugitive suspects in our public security system. The policeman's face was stern.

"Uncle policeman, I'm wronged, isn't there a misunderstanding!" The old god stick trembled with fright, and actually entered the list of fugitive suspects in the public security system, and his face turned green.

This is standard for proper wanted criminals.

At this time, Fang Zheng was very wise to look at his nose and nose, his nose to his heart, to be silent and not to speak, and to try to make himself transparent.

Doesn't attract the attention of the police.

If even he is on the list of the public security system, he will have a lot of fun.

The policeman's face immediately turned black. "Speak well, I'm not even forty years old this year, and I can't afford to have a big nephew like you. ”

"Call me comrade policeman. ”

"Uncle Policeman... Comrade policeman, I am really wronged. "The old god stick cried miserably.

Who has nothing to do to take the name of murder on themselves.

That was the highest criminal case for eating peanuts.

"Say, do you want a pair of silver bracelets, or a pair of silver anklets?" the policeman had a serious expression on his face.

"This... Yes, is there any difference?" asked the old god stick, trembling.

Policeman: "The silver bracelet goes to the detention center, and the silver anklet goes to the prison." ”

"Be lenient in confession, strict in resistance, if we find out that you are really innocent, naturally you don't need to wear a silver anklet.

”

In the end, no matter how the old god stick argued, he was directly escorted away by several policemen. Because the old god stick may be a murderer, he was rewarded with a pair of silver bracelets on his hand.

Looking at the old god stick who was escorted away, Fang Zheng silently mourned for the old god stick for 0.5 seconds in his heart... Then, decisively lift your legs and leave this place of right and wrong.

Since he stayed in Menqian Village any longer, there were no clues to investigate, and the successive events here had also attracted the attention of the police, and it was no longer convenient for him to act, Fang Zheng could only plan to return to the city first, maybe Mr. Fu, who had always behaved unfathomably, would have a way.

......

When Fang Zheng returned to the city from the countryside, it was almost nightfall.

After leaving for three days, he finally stepped on the land of the city again, and when Fang Zheng got off the bus from the passenger transportation center, he was a little embarrassed for a while.

Although it was only three days, so much happened in these three days.

There are both dead and cursed......

Thinking of the curse, Fang Zheng immediately went straight to Mr. Fu's underworld shop. He has always deliberately avoided Mr. Fu and Butcher Zhang, two people who have always been unfathomable insiders in the system, and he never took the initiative to find the two, except this time, because the curse on his body made him feel like a fish in his throat, bringing a sense of urgency and crisis.

When Fang Zheng found Mr. Fu, he actually saw Butcher Zhang appear in Mr. Fu's shop again today.

Doesn't the butcher have a nightlife?

It seems that the only nightlife is Mr. Fu?

When Fang Zheng's figure appeared in Mr. Fu's shop, Mr. Fu was burning paper money in the brazier at the door.

At the same time, gain +1 Special Soul.

A wisp of green soul energy rose from Mr. Fu's body, and Fang Zheng was surprised and delighted.

As soon as Fang Zheng appeared, Mr. Fu at the door, and Butcher Zhang, who was sipping white wine with braised pork head meat in the shop, all stared at Shangzheng.

suddenly became the focus, which made Fang Zheng a little uncomfortable.

Fang Zheng was frightened: "What, what's wrong?"

Mr. Fu was still the same dead face, expressionless on his face, and continued to squat by the brazier to burn paper money, pay tribute to the souls of the dead, and did not speak.

"This brother and sister are a good match for you. After Butcher Zhang finished speaking, he continued to pour himself the white wine and braised pork head meat in front of him.

Fang Zheng's face darkened when he was present.

Brother and sister peat.

It's like peat.

Fang Zheng was depressed, then looked at Mr. Fu who was burning paper money, and said curiously: "Mr. Fu, who is burning paper money for this time?"

Fang Zheng remembered that the last time Mr. Fu burned paper money, it was the first time he met Mr. Fu, that time because four young girls were playing a psychic game, and as a result, they were targeted by an evil mirror spirit, and then he had his first yin ......

"Do you know what will happen if you worship the wrong grave when you go to the grave?" Mr. Fu did not answer the rhetorical question, and he was still the same expressionless dead face.

Founder: "......"

Read physics, like in the fog, physics like in the fog, Beli, physics... Fang Zheng felt that this was his mood at the moment.

I want to know,

I won't call it Fangzheng.

I just changed my surname to Lin Zheng......

Without waiting for Fang Zheng to answer, Mr. Fu had already spoken: "Not long ago, on the Qingming Festival, there was a person who worshiped the wrong ancestral tomb and met a ghost, and he worshipped an ancient tomb that even lost the tombstone. ”

Fang Zheng asked tentatively: "This matter is tricky?"

Mr. Fu continued to be expressionless in response to the question: "During this time, there were hospital morgues and crematoriums that kept throwing bodies. When he was found a month later, he had eaten more than two dozen corpses raw. ”

"Now, even if you drive away the things in his body, you can't save them. He has become accustomed to eating dead human flesh, accustomed to eating raw human flesh, his nature has changed, and he will continue to eat dead human flesh in the future, and will eventually develop into eating living human flesh. ”

"I'm paying homage to his dead soul, don't go to the wrong grave again. ”

Fang Zheng was stunned.

Mr. Fu is admitting in disguise that this person died at his hands in the end?

So today you are paying tribute to the soul of this man?

No wonder as soon as he saw Mr. Fu, he picked up a wisp of special soul.

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