A hunchbacked old man with a strange red cheek painted on his face.

With a watch in his hand and a gong in the other, he walked from far away from the dungeon with a strange smile on his face.

The hunchbacked old man walked past the compartments, cell by cell, and he was checking!

Check every cubicle and cell!

It's a pity that every time it's empty-handed.

But the smile on the hunchbacked old man's face still hasn't diminished, not even changed at all, and he has always maintained the same smile.

It's like a zombie smile, it's ossified, it's set in stone.

Seeing that the hunchbacked old man did not let go of every compartment and cell, Fang Zheng's heart sank, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

And the strange poem of the hunchbacked old man is still echoing over and over again in the long dungeon.

"The immortals and Buddhas have not yet succeeded, and they only know that the night is uneven......"

"Dust to dust, soil to soil, life and death have a fate, no matter how brilliant, but a loess, a handful of green and gray ......"

"Useless is a scholar......"

Just listening to the content of this poem gives people a bad premonition.

What's more, Fang Zheng still hasn't figured out what the environment in front of him is going on!

Finally!

The hunchbacked old man approached.

The hunchbacked old man first looked at the mad scholar in the cubicle of the examination room directly opposite him, and the gloating laughter on his face never stopped.

It was as if he was expecting the scholars in the examination room to die.

Then he will be able to snatch the souls of these scholars.

Fang Zheng ignored the turbid stench in this dungeon, the person took a deep breath, and began to visualize the demon ape in his mind, and the person returned to his ancestors again, turning into a hateful-looking and vicious demon ape, just waiting for the hunchbacked old man to turn around and find him, and a vicious battle broke out between the two.

The hunchbacked old man cursed the mad scholar one after another, wanting to scold the mad scholar to death.

After scolding for a long time, it seemed that he hadn't scolded the madman scholar to death, and finally, the hunchbacked old man turned around and looked in the direction of the cell where Fang Zheng was.

When he saw Fang Zheng's cell, Fang Zheng clearly saw that the two pupils of the hunchbacked old man lit up suddenly, and there was joy and evil in his eyes.

Bang Dang!

The iron door of the cell was opened by the hunchbacked old man, who walked into the cell and took a wooden ruler from his back.

The wooden ruler is not an ordinary wooden ruler, but a wooden ruler densely written with the five elements, feng shui, and professional terms of the secret arts.

"The coffin in the world is seven feet three, today is June six, and only six feet six are buried... Parts that exceed six feet and six inches can be eaten, can be eaten... No, the more I talk, the more hungry I get, I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry......"

Whoa, whoa.

The hunchbacked old man said, and a long saliva hung down from the corners of his mouth, and his mouth was full of gluttony, like a starving ghost.

Fang Zheng finally recognized what the wooden ruler in the hunchbacked old man's hand was, it was a Luban ruler!

At this time, Fang Zheng also noticed that the hunchbacked old man was not looking at him, passing through his body, but looking at a corner of the cell behind him.

Fang Zheng was vigilant, vigilant, and carefully turned his body sideways, looking at the corner of the cell behind him.

Originally, he was the only one in the cell, but at some point, there was an extra dead man who fell face down on the ground.

The man may have been dead for a long time, and the corpse was rotting and stinking, but because the air in the dungeon itself was foul and smelly, Fang Zheng didn't notice it for a while.

There was not only one more dead person in the cell, but even on the stone wall, I don't know when, there was an extra line of blood.

The blood word is like a dragon wandering away, the silver hook is painted in iron, and the font is condensed, so that people can see at a glance that the owner of this word must be a righteous and upright person before his death.

However, Fang Zheng noticed one detail.

The dead man in the cell did not have long braids, and the braided candidates opposite obviously came from two eras, and even the patterns and styles on the clothes were different from those of scholars, and the style was very ancient.

The dynasty where the braided scholar is located is the last feudal dynasty, if the clothing pattern is older than the braided scholar, then doesn't it say... The man who died in this cell, before the last feudal dynasty?

Fang Zheng thought about it for a while, and his brain hurt a little.

What the hell is going on in this place!

How can people from two eras appear in the same dungeon? Especially when one side is a prison and the other is a imperial examination room?

Fang Zheng felt that the blood words on the wall might be the key.

But just as Fang Zheng's attention moved slightly to the blood words on the wall, and in such a slightly relaxed gap, a vicious chill suddenly hit his heart, and the cold hair exploded!

It was a sign of impending danger from biological instinct!

Fang Zheng didn't want to think about it, kicked violently under his feet, and the person retreated backwards, while blasting out a punch in front of him, the shot was decisive, not dragging mud and water, a whole set of actions, and a coherent make... The hunchbacked old man, whose mouth was dripping with a hala, was rushing towards him with green hunger.

Lu Ban ruler in his hand slapped at him.

"Today, June 6, only six feet six are buried... Parts that exceed six feet and six inches can be eaten, can be eaten... No, the more I talk, the more hungry I get, I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry......"

I'm hungry and you're paralyzed!!

The demon ape was fierce and vicious, and a fist cannon blasted out.

But at the moment when it was about to start, snap!

In the long, quiet dungeon corridor, there was a sudden sound of footsteps, and the hunchbacked old man seemed to feel some threat, he was like a man on his back, his body did not advance but retreated, and the person retreated violently.

I saw a little girl sneakily hiding outside the door of the cell, revealing only half of her cute head, and her black eyes peeping at the hunchbacked old man in the cell.

The little girl was not very old, about eleven or twelve years old.

The little face is white, clean, and clean with innocence.

Only those jet-black, jet-black eyes, so cold that they didn't look like a normal child.

"Do you like to play hide and seek?"

"If you don't speak, you like it very much! So, let's play hide and seek!"

The voyeur girl outside the cell, with her innocent face, said coldly and emotionlessly.

"I'm a ghost, you're human... You've got to hide it......"

"You have to hide it, I'll count to sixty, and I'll catch you... One, two, sixty! Over! I've got you! It's not interesting at all!"

......

The passage of time in the shade is not the same as the outside world.

Just like Fangzheng's trip to the Yellow River Ancient Village last time, it was a month inside, and it may be less than half an hour outside.

When the door of the underworld shop opened, Chuanpu Yang, Captain Fei and others saw Fang Zheng coming out safely, and their faces were full of joy.

But soon, several people noticed that the look on Fang Zheng's face was a little wrong.

"Brother Fang, are you okay?, but didn't this investigation go well?" Captain Fei asked with concern.

Chuanpu Yang also asked what happened to Fangzheng?

So, Fang Zheng told all the details of this trip, including the last dungeon, the scholar, and the hunchbacked old man.

"What! Sheep herding baby, you mean, when you went to the yin, you saw the ghost mother? I know that you definitely have a leg with the ghost mother, and you have just returned to the city, and the ghost mother has begun to make frequent small movements to you again!"

At this time, Fang Zheng, who was full of worries, was not in the mood to joke, and he asked Chuan Puyang what was going on in the dungeon he saw last?

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