There was a sultry dampness in the air.

Since June, even at night, the sweltering heat of the day has continued, and even after a light rain, the heat has not diminished.

Passers-by who were in a hurry to get home from work were in a hurry on the road, ignoring the heels of their shoes and splashing stains on their trouser legs.

At this time, although the rain has stopped, there are still some small pieces of rain falling from time to time, and the whole sky above the head feels gloomy.

When Fang Zheng came to the old street with his clothes and a few days later, he was still listless every day, and when he came to the old street, it was already more than seven o'clock in the evening.

Looking at Xiao Hei, who is decadent every day, Fang Zheng is also very worried about Xiao Hei's situation, afraid that this stupid cat will be in a state of collapse from now on and completely wasted.

So

Fangzheng has always been unable to figure it out,

What happened to Xiao Hei that day, and he was in a state of collapse for so long?

In the past few days, I haven't even touched my favorite Evian mineral water.

Fang Zheng glanced down, and was worried about the clothes that held Xiao Hei tightly in his arms, he was also at a loss, and he couldn't help these two little guys.

can only hope that Yiyi will accompany Xiao Hei more and enlighten this cat.

Fang Zheng sometimes thinks about it, it hurts, this ghost thing can also have mental illness?

So where does it go to find a ghost psychiatrist?

"Brother Zuo. ”

"Brother Fang. ”

As soon as Fang Zheng entered the store, he greeted Zuo Qianhu to each other.

And then

Fang Zheng stood motionless, quietly looking at Zuo Qianhu.

？？

Zuo Qianhu black question mark face: "Anything else?"

"Nope. ”

Fang Zheng hurriedly denied it, and then continued to stand motionless, looking at Zuo Qianhu.

Zuo Qianhu didn't think much about it, got up from behind the desk at work, turned around and prepared to pick up the small toolbox from the shelves behind him, he felt the gaze behind him, and turned around again to look at Fang Zheng, who was standing motionless: "Something?"

Fang Zheng said: "It's okay, it's okay, Brother Zuo, you are busy with your own business." ”

Zuo Qianhu turned around suspiciously, turned his back to the other party, and continued to pick up the small toolbox on the shelf, however......

Feeling the gaze behind him that had never been removed, Zuo Qianhu's face darkened, and after taking off the small toolbox, he turned to look at Fang Zheng behind him: "Tell me something straight." ”

Fang Zheng had an innocent expression on his face: "Oh, it's really okay, Brother Zuo, you are absolutely suspicious, I will never say that today is a big day for me to go to the yin and investigate the 'disappearing Yellow River Ancient Village', and then deliberately hint at Brother Zuo, is there something I forgot to give me, such as the killing god Bai Qi magic weapon, or the overlord farewell concubine Xiang Yu, the Han family's child Lang Ran Min, the god of war Lu Bu, the martial saint Guan Yu ......"

Zuo Qianhu: "......"

God doesn't deliberately hint at it.

You're making it clear that it's good.

This guy is too thick-skinned.

When Fang Zheng first acted alone in the yin, he chose a "Killing God Baiqi" wood carving in Zuo Qianhu's shop, and he chose a "Evil Ghost Stepping on Purgatory" in Yan Chixia Jade Shop.

However, when he finished his part-time trip to the yin, the two powerful magic weapons were taken back.

That's why there is the above scene.

Fang Zheng thought that this time he would go to the yin, there would also be a magic weapon god horse, thinking that Zuo Qianhu had forgotten and didn't think about it for a while, so he woke up an extra sentence.

But obviously, this is obviously Fang Zheng thinking too much.

"Li Surabaya's body is highly decomposed and badly decomposed, and he has been dead for too long, and the current spiritual world of the deceased is as fragile as an eggshell that can be broken at the slightest knock, and he can't withstand too much stimulation from the outside world. So, really not. But as for safety, you don't have to worry, Mr. Fu has already made other arrangements. Zuo Qianhu looked at the square face that was not red and his heart was not beating, and his face was as thick as a city wall, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched, and explained.

"......" square.

A few minutes later.

When Fang Zheng's figure appeared in the shop, Butcher Zhang looked at Fang Zheng who came back from the fake bookstore next door, and asked curiously: "What's the matter? You are also infected with a decadent temperament like your cat?"

"Is decadence still contagious?"

Fang Zheng said that it was okay, thanks to Butcher Zhang's concern, of course he would not admit that he had just cheekily asked Zuo Qianhu for magic weapons.

And today, it is rare that Butcher Zhang is not eating braised pork head meat anymore, but is helping Mr. Fu, helping him back and forth, as if he is arranging something.

Fang Zheng glanced at the back hall curiously, the coffin he saw a few days ago was still there, and sure enough, this coffin was prepared for him... No, it was for Limabaya's corpse.

Fang Zheng looked at the coffin curiously, could there really be some body tissue or parts from Li Surabaya stored in that coffin?

Curiosity is curiosity, the so-called art industry has a specialization, and Fang Zheng didn't go in to make trouble.

Just wait patiently outside.

It turns out that tonight is the day when Fang Zheng is in the shade and competes for the place of the blessed land.

When Fang Zheng came to pick up the clothes yesterday, Mr. Fu had specially told him not to forget.

And the time to go to yin starts at 0:00 midnight when the yin qi is the heaviest.

There is still some time until midnight.

Taking advantage of this time, Fang Zheng once again took out his domestic magic machine and went online to find out if there was anything big happening in the world recently.

However, before Fang Zheng started his search, he suddenly noticed that today's group of classmates was very lively.

The group seems to have been discussing the same thing, and the word "earthquake" also appeared, Fang Zheng's eyes were surprised, he didn't seem to have heard of an earthquake in China recently?

At this moment, another familiar word appeared in the group message, seventy-two ghost gates.

"Seventy-two ghost gates?!"

Fang Zheng was shocked, isn't this the lair of the gang of grave keepers?

Last time, Butcher Zhang killed seventy-two ghost gates alone for him, but what the outcome of that battle was, Fang Zheng didn't know, and it was impossible for the outside world to release this kind of news report.

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng subconsciously turned his head to look at Butcher Zhang, who was busy with Mr. Fu in the back hall, and then he began to scroll up the chat history.

In about five or six minutes, Fang Zheng flipped to a travel photo of his classmates.

It is a mountain range with green waters and green mountains, but in the photo, many rocks in the mountain range have exploded, ancient trees have been broken, especially one of the mountains is the most shocking, the hard mountain wall seems to have been cut out by a knife A long crack that is dozens of meters long and nearly 100 meters long.

The trees and rocks along the way were blown away, and the long ravines contrasted sharply with the surrounding green forests.

Here, there are seventy-two ghost gates.

Fang Zheng also learned all kinds of legends about the seventy-two ghost gates from the mouth of the classmate who was traveling.

The bizarre dead man of ancient times.

The corpse will disappear after flowing into the seventy-two ghost gates, and will not float out of the water.

and the re-commerce boom of modern times.

There have been no major accidents.

What the classmates have been discussing just now is this matter, everyone is discussing whether the nearly 100-meter-long crack that is not like the normal weathering of nature was cut by a knife?

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