After Fang Zheng impatiently replied to Gao Shuhua, he was about to walk to the high platform where the thirty-five brides were standing.

But at this moment!

Click, click......

The ground beneath his feet began to be trampled like a thin layer of paper, and with the death of the grave keeper, everything around him became a world of paper.

The original villa no longer exists.

It's a paper house.

There were remnants of the embers of the battle, igniting the surrounding paper bundles, and soon turned into raging flames, burned out, and turned into patches of black ash scattered in the sky.

Special Aura +1.

Fang Zheng was stunned.

This is an indication of... The paper room in front of you is also a spiritual vessel?

"But why, there is no memory of the ghost spirit this time?" Fang Zheng's eyes showed a thoughtful look.

But Fang Zheng immediately figured out why.

It should be that the underworld weapon is also divided into wild equipment and main equipment.

Wild equipment is equivalent to an ownerless thing, uncontrolled, and the resentful spirits in the underworld will run out uncontrollably, creating dark pollution.

The Lord's Spiritual Weapon has been subdued or controlled.

Thinking about it this way, it makes sense.

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng raised his head and was surprised to find that when the paper villa burned out in front of him, and he walked on a layer of ashes under his feet, the place where he was was was actually underground, as if it was the third dormitory he had entered before, and the entire underground had been hollowed out.

At this moment, as the paper house vanished, the underground finally revealed its true face, full of devastation, full of digging potholes, and... In the potholes, exposed bones, human bones, human skulls.

Cemetery?

Mass graves?

Looking at everything in front of him, Fang Zheng figured it out at once.

Why is there a lingering sound of the ghost of a death row prisoner in this non-staple food processing factory,

Why do you hear the sound of a hard object in the factory?

All of the above, as long as you think of the characteristics of the life of the grave keeper, everything is clear and clear.

Because!

In front of Fang Zheng's eyes, a mountain of white bones formed by artificial accumulation suddenly appeared!

That mountain of white bones should be the cultivation place of the tomb keeper.

It should be that the Baita Industrial Park was once a place where many dead people were buried, such as what snake demon suppression, mass graves or cemeteries, all kinds of mess appeared together, and places like this were not uncommon in the past. Afterwards, they usually choose to build schools, residential buildings, shopping malls, etc., and use the prosperity and popularity to suppress the things underneath and prevent them from running out to make trouble.

After that, the grave keeper discovered this place, so he secretly hibernated in the Baita Industrial Park.

Then every night, he stabbed people with paper, like a dirty rat hiding in the ground, kept digging out the bones, and cultivated with the help of the special Yin Qi magnetic field here. The man-made mountain of bones is the best proof of this.

Because of digging up graves and digging up corpses, the souls of the dead were disturbed, so the ghosts of later death row prisoners ran out to make trouble.

At the same time, it also explains why there is a ding, dinging sound of hard objects knocking, precisely because the grave keeper is manipulating the paper piercing people every night, hiding under the ground to dig up the corpses.

When Fang Zheng figured out what was in front of him, he looked at the thirty-five brides who had been standing still in the darkness again.

Fang Zheng sighed, his heart a little blocked.

"The deceased will rest in peace when they enter the earth, and the living will feel at ease, I will take you home......"

The fake Ida Wang on the side, that is, Gao Shuhua, looked at Fang Zheng: "They are all alive, where are you going to bury them?"

Belch?

hat？

Gao Shuhua: "The psychology of the tomb keepers is very distorted, they do not hesitate to refine themselves into paper people in order to practice and live forever, so they hate the living people in this world and want to destroy everything around them, hoping that everyone can be like them, becoming a human and a ghost." Of course, this probability must be impossible, otherwise the grave keeper would have been exterminated, and on the other hand, because of the inferiority complex that stems from his heart, he has always felt that he is a deformed monster, so he is even more eager to regain his human body. ”

It is precisely because of this special psychological distortion that there is such a farce in front of him, the grave keeper wants to marry the living, not the dead, and what he wants is to possess the body of the living to fill the distorted world in his heart. After all, grave keepers are not necrophiles. ”

Fang Zheng reacted immediately: "But they have dead air on them?"

Gao Shuhua said lightly: "They are just temporarily unconscious, and they are angry when they are sealed by the tomb keeper, don't forget, the outside world has been looking for these missing people whose whereabouts are unknown." ”

After listening to Gao Shuhua's explanation, Fang Zheng smiled.

Smile widely.

It was the same joy as when he first picked wool to a dozen strands of soul qi at one time.

"Ida Wang, uh, no, it's Gao Shu's painting, I find that you don't commit the second degree of illness when you speak, there is still a little bit of attraction. ”

"Of course, it's just a little bit. Fang Zheng used his thumb and index finger to draw the gap.

Gao Shuhua: "I am Gao Shuhua's half-sister, Gao Zhongli ......"

Fang Zheng snorted: "You're really not Gao Shuhua, Gao Shuhua is really not here?"

Fang Zheng looked at Ida Wang in front of him, and his eyes were a little impatient.

If it weren't for Gao Shuhua, there would be no employer relationship, wouldn't it be okay......

“...... human skin. After Gao Shuhua gasped, he looked at the dangerous aura in Fang Zheng's eyes, and said the last few unfinished words.

Founder: "......"

"So, in addition to Gao Hu, you also made your sister a painted skin ghost?"

Femme fatale.

Poisonous as a snake and scorpion.

And what scorpions ... Waiting online, it's in a hurry.

The image of Gao Shu's painting has refreshed a new height in Fangzheng's heart.

Whether it is Gao Hu or Gao Zhongli, they are all half-sisters and brothers of Gao Shuhua, Fang Zheng doesn't know if there is any reason involved, but he thought about it, sometimes if you think about it from a different angle, Gao Shuhua's life experience is actually quite pitiful......

However, this is someone else's family matter, and Fang Zheng is not uninterested in getting to the bottom of it.

Next, Fang Zheng prepared to rescue the thirty-five brides, and asked Gao Shuhua to help him save people with a painted skin ghost. At the same time, he asked Gao Shuhua about something: "Is it like you cultivators who have been passed down from generation to generation since ancient times, each of you carries a spiritual artifact on your body?"

Fang Zheng rubbed his chin, thinking about a big deal in his heart.

Gao Shuhua: "In our Chenghuang lineage circle, it has always been forbidden to use the power of the spirit weapon. Although the power of the spirit weapon is very powerful, it is also very susceptible to backlash and spiritual pollution. ”

But there is no guarantee that there will be a fallen person who willingly surrenders to the power of the devil. ”

Hearing this, Fang Zheng's eyes showed regret.

Listening to Gao Shuhua's tone, she has no spiritual weapon on her body, otherwise, if he inserts Gao Shuhua again, there will be no psychological burden......