"Life is not only about the eyes, but also about the wolfberries in front of you. ”

"The past is like smoke, and the past is easy to grow old. ”

"The battle between good and evil, the struggle between love and hate, when evil strikes, you only have one weapon in your hand that you can use to fight back, and that is love. ”

Fang Zheng was already racking his brains, and in the end, the last bit of ink in his stomach was also poor, and he simply moved out the movie lines.

I hope that ghosts can also be influenced.

But obviously, he thinks too much, if a sentence of chicken soup for the soul can move a murderer, then what do you need a prison and the constitution for?

"Excuse me, the rain has stopped, have you seen my children......" the woman repeated for the fifteenth time.

"I heard it's going to rain today?"

"Little sister, your skin looks like a water spirit, because it's full of water. ”

"Little sister, your style of dress that combines Chinese and Western is very similar to the old Shanghai in the black and white TV, at least it must be a cultural relic of the Republic of China period with a history of a hundred years, right?"

Fang Zheng was alone and had an awkward chat.

"Excuse me, the rain has stopped, have you seen my child......" the woman repeated for the forty-third time.

If you talk about dry mouths, the two mouths grind out blisters, and in exchange for a safe and embarrassing chat until dawn, Founder is so happy that it is simply earned.

One person, one ghost, just such a stalemate and awkward conversation.

While Fang Zheng continued to talk awkwardly, he kept an eye on the changes in the woman in front of him, and at the same time stared at the more and more water stains accumulating under his feet with a solemn face.

As the woman stood in place for a longer time, she saw that the water stains were gradually spreading outward, and Fang Zheng looked at the water stains that were still spreading.

Seeing that it was about to overflow to the doorway, Fang Zheng took a step back to avoid the puddle of water.

As soon as Fang Zheng retreated, he felt a biting cold all over his body......

...... It was as if there was a storm around it......

...... There was a vague anxious voice of a woman in the wind and rain......

...... It seems to be shouting the child's name......

...... The woman was shivering from the torrential rain, and she still persevered in the mountains, mudslides, landslides, and villages shouting children's names over and over again......

...... Then I saw a dry well......

...... There was a faint sound of a child crying weakly......

This time, Fang Zheng looked carefully, at this moment, he seemed to have become a woman's perspective in the rainstorm, trying to see the dry well clearly, but his eyes were covered by the rain, and he couldn't see the scene in the dry well clearly, and his eyes were blurred......

Just as Fang Zheng was trying to see clearly, suddenly, the back of his head was in sharp pain, like being hit hard by a blunt object, and his eyes were almost dark, and he fell into a dry well.

He is now from a woman's point of view, and at that time... Someone attacked the woman from behind!

At this moment, the back of the head was like a heavy blow to Fangzheng, and he recovered his clarity from the ghost hitting the wall, and after recovering Qingming, his head was in severe pain like a tear, and his spiritual martial arts were faintly showing signs of collapse, and the person almost fell to the ground, his mental state was even worse, and the weak Fangzheng happened to see the woman who was originally one or two meters away from him, and at some point she was already close at hand, and the ghost claws with black sharp nails were trying to dig out his heart.

The golden bell jar, which was attached to the skin on the surface of the body and was in a state of twenty-four membranes, was torn apart in an instant. Everything changed too quickly, and before Fang Zheng could react, the ghost claw had already dug into the heart of Fang Zheng's left chest.

Spotted and discolored.

Unexpectedly, even the twenty-four layers of membrane state golden bell jar can't resist the blow of this hundred-year-old ghost, it's over, it's going to be cool today......

And yet, ah!

A woman's scream of pain, the ghost claw seemed to touch something on Fang Zheng's body, and his body trembled violently like an electric shock, and his body was unstable and twisted.

The ghost claw, in particular, was almost faded.

When the woman wanted to dig into Fang Zheng's heart, it happened to be when Fang Zheng was in severe pain in the back of his head when the ghost hit the wall, and the two actually overlapped in a strange time at the same time, as if Fang Zheng had experienced the last despair and pain of the woman in the ghost hitting the wall.

The woman wants to escape.

Fang Zheng didn't have time to think about this sudden change, and when he saw that the woman was going to escape, he didn't think twice, and directly made a move to burn the wood knife technique, with the true qi of the Nine Yang of Zhiyang, and at close range, poof.

With a crisp sound like tearing clothes, the woman was split in half by the two knives from behind, disintegrating and dissipating in mid-air.

However, no gray air rose.

The woman wasn't dead, but she was hiding in the shadows for the time being.

At this moment, Fang Zheng couldn't help but be glad that he had human skin scriptures, whether these cunning ghosts were dead or not, there was nothing to hide.

At the same time, there was a surprise on the front of the square, just now the ghost claw was impartial, and it happened to grasp the human skin scripture on the underwear that was close to the chest.

The human skin scripture not only helped him block a catastrophe, but even the ghosts seemed to have suffered a lot of damage.

However, it seems reasonable to think that the human skin scriptures can collect wool from ghosts, and they have mysterious suppressive power over ghosts?

Nothing was said all night.

In the second half of the night, the ghost did not appear again, but Uncle Li and Aunt Zhou disappeared and were never found.

When the white belly of the fish at dawn gradually broke in the sky, the first light of dawn shone into Gujing Village, the cold darkness of the fog was dispelled, and the vitality of the world was gradually restored.

Taking advantage of the fact that the villagers had not yet gone out, and there was no clutter of eyes and ears, he wanted to dig out the dry well.

At this time, Fang Zheng's already pale face was even more pale and bloodless, and his mental condition was sluggish and extremely bad.

The first frightening was already not healed, and the second mental injury was like an injury on top of injury, and the mental trauma was even more serious.

With his current physical condition, he can't afford to drag it out, and he wants to fight quickly.

But last night was not without gain, and last night's ghost hit the wall, so that he roughly knew the location of the dry well.

However, when Fang Zheng thought that he was the first to arrive at the ancestral hall, he found that the door of the ancestral hall was wide open, and the chains were broken and thrown on the ground.

There was a voice in the ancestral hall, and when I listened carefully, it was actually the three veterans.

Wrong!

There was also the unfamiliar voice of another person.

Fang Zheng hid the ghost head knife, and when he appeared in the ancestral hall, he saw Zhang Jianming and three people, and a villager was tied up with flowers, and that person was being thrown on the ground.

Seeing this scene, Fang Zheng immediately recognized who the person on the ground was, the person who hurriedly ran past the door of Uncle Li's house last night.

Although it was dark at the time and he couldn't fully see the person's face, Fang Zheng recognized the person's body shape at a glance.

Fang Zheng was stunned, how did Zhang Jianming and the three of them catch this person?

"Hey, Fang is you?" The person who spoke was Chen Zhiyong, the youngest of the three veterans, who was relatively active, and had just been discharged from the army after two years of military service, and was only in his twenties.

As soon as Chen Zhiyong saw Fang Zheng, he couldn't help but be excited: "Fang Zheng, you would never have imagined that we quietly ambushed in the village last night and caught someone!"

"Squad Leader Zhang has always suspected that the chicken on the door of Widow Ma's house was deliberately stolen by someone, so he squatted all night last night, and really let Squad Leader Zhang guess that we caught a sneaky person. ”

"But what you can't guess even more is that when we interrogated this person last night, we asked an amazing secret about Gujing Village, and Squad Leader Zhang was about to summon everyone over, but I didn't expect you to come first, Fang Zheng. ”

As soon as Chen Zhiyong's voice fell, the group temporarily established by the stranded tourists, Zhang Jianming @ all members, sent a group message.

"Everyone avoided the crowd and came to the ancestral hall in the village, and there was an amazing discovery. ”

"Don't be discovered by the villagers of Gujing Village!"

Founder also received a group message.