Darn!

It's unforgivable!

The study room of a two-story compound villa, Zhang Jie took the case.

The multicolored glass lamps on the ceiling of the room are dimly dimmed.

His side face looked shadowy and gloomy.

The thick black eyebrows were huddled together, and the handsome face was a little distorted.

In front of Zhang Jie, a black shadow stood.

"If I run slower, I'll be eaten by him."

"Idiot!"

Zhang Jie glared angrily at the trembling black shadow in front of him.

His rage, like a volcanic eruption, was out of control!

The shadow trembled and curled up, not daring to make eye contact with it.

"Draw what he looks like."

Zhang Jie knew that he was angry with it and that it was useless, and slowly sat back in his chair.

"Yes."

The shadow nodded, and leaned over cautiously.

On the mahogany table are the four treasures of the study, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

With a wave of his hand, the fine rice paper automatically unfolded and flattened.

The brush fell into his hand, and the inkstone, one of the four famous inkstones, was sharpened by itself.

When the inkstone came out, the black shadow dipped it in a brush and drew it on the rice paper.

It's done.

The face of an ordinary middle-aged man leaps onto the page.

Resemble.

It can't even be said with a portrait, it's like taking a picture with a camera.

Meticulous, the lines on the face are clearly visible.

The dark shadow is comparable to a world-class painter.

Zhang Jie looked at the portrait for a long time, but he didn't figure out who it was.

If it was really stiff, he should know it.

Is it from out of town?

"Ghost master."

"Yes."

Suddenly, another dark shadow appeared beside him.

"Dare to burn my paper man, I'm impatient, bring him back."

"Yes."

The ghost master answered and disappeared.

Zhang Jie was left in the room, as well as the black shadow from before.

"Ugh."

Zhang Jie picked up the cigar on the table, wiped it, and took a puff.

"Come here."

The black shadow hurriedly came up.

"Ahh

The cigar pressed against the black shadow, and it burned a hole in an instant.

……

Fang wanted to walk on the road, thinking about the black shadow that had escaped just now.

From the very beginning, he saw the identity of the other party.

It wasn't really Zhang Jie, but a paper figure with a ghost hidden inside.

Fang Xiang has no habit of causing trouble.

He is a zombie himself, so why bother with a ghost.

But it didn't think so, it had to do something.

Dogleg 1 spat at himself, and he could see clearly that the ghost was controlling it.

Otherwise, the master said to go, and the dog leg 1 would not dare to cause trouble.

He burned the shell of the paper man, but he didn't get rid of the shadow ghost.

Fang Xiang was a little unwilling.

"See you next time, I'm going to eat it!"

it!

Fang Xiang suddenly stopped.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, turned on the camera, and scrutinized himself.

Is this still me?

He actually gave birth to an obsession with eating ghosts.

Grunt.

Thinking of ghosts, my stomach instinctively screamed.

"Phew!"

Fang Xiang spat a few mouthfuls on the ground.

"What a fuck!"

He took out his mobile phone, and there were several missed answers on it, all from the person who noted the old man.

The old man just thinks about his father.

There is a mobile phone at home, in his father's hand.

It's strange that he usually doesn't take the initiative to contact him, and his family won't take the initiative to call.

He dialed over,

After a long time, no one answered.

Forget it, maybe I didn't get my phone when I went out, so let's call again after a while.

He put his phone away and continued to carry the package.

From the time he got off the bus to this one, there were not many people on the street.

This is the most remote place in Xuancheng, Huayang Street.

The tricky shop is here.

Tricky shop, tricky system, Mr. Tricky.

Fang Xiang smiled.

What a coincidence.

He bought some props in the trick shop and wanted to have a different date with the goddess.

Who wanted to become a zombie, and became Mr. Tricky.

He stood in front of an old house with "Trick Shop" sprayed with black paint.

This house is strange, it looks like it has fallen apart after all the vicissitudes of life, but it still stands.

I don't know if it's a miracle.

Tuk tuk!

Fang Xiang knocked on the door a few times.

"The door isn't closed."

A deep middle-aged uncle's voice came from inside.

Squeak.

Fang wanted to push the door in.

"Hello, I'm here to return something."

The room is not big, it is very messy, and all kinds of tricky props are placed all over the room.

There is a counter on the right hand side of the door, and the boss is sitting in it with Erlang's legs crossed.

He had a black beard, dark skin, a fleshy face, and lips like two sausages.

A cigarette was sandwiched between the "sausages", and the smoke swirled around the room.

The boss didn't know how to do it, and shook the sausage with the cigarette in his mouth twice: "Give me the deposit note." ”

"Give."

Fang Xiang took out a crumpled note from his pocket and handed it over.

"Sloppy."

The boss held the cigarette in his right hand, took the note, and unfolded it to look at it.

"Wasn't it a student last time?"

"He's in trouble," Fang Xiang raised his hand and looked at his watch, "I'll pay it back for him." ”

It is an old mechanical watch with the hands pointing at 3:40.

It's been half an hour.

"Okay," the boss said, getting up and putting out the cigarette in the ashtray.

He walked out of the counter: "What's the matter?" ”

"Here."

Fang Xiang, the package was handed over.

"Not less."

He opened the package.

"What's the matter with this zombie suit?"

"That, he said how to compensate, just how to compensate."

“300。”

"What's that?"

"300, I'll buy the price."

"When I rented it, wasn't it already old?"

"You rented it?"

"No, Fang, when Fang wants to rent, it's the old one."

"Old, it's not rotten, is it?"

"It's not rotten."

"Okay, how to do business if it's rotten, buy a new one for 300."

Fang Xiang looked at the boss, and the two stared at each other.

"Okay, you take 200."

"Yours are indispensable."

The boss's sausage grinned, and he took out two crumpled hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and handed them over.

"Come often."

"Oh."

Fang wants to take the money and go out, often a fart!

Black shop!

He glanced back at the boss who was packing up the props, and unconsciously snorted.

Fang Xiang didn't pay attention, and the skull seal on his chest flickered slightly.

There is still half an hour, 20 minutes by bus.

He stood at the bus stop, waiting for the number 16 bus heading back.

After a while, the No. 16 bus arrived.

Fang wants to put coins on the bus.

Except for the driver, there was no one.

It's in the afternoon, but if it's night, I think I'm in a ghost car.

Fang Xiang tugged his coat up and sat down on the seat near the front door.

There was a snort.

The doors closed.

Fang wanted to look at the scenery along the road.

He suddenly realized that the car was going in the wrong direction.

"Master, has Route 16 changed routes?"

"No, it's always been like this."

The driver's voice sounded rough and hoarse.

Old driver.

Really old.

Fang wanted to look at the driver's side face, his skin was rough and black.

"Where is this going?"

He wondered, did he make the wrong car?

Why is this car driving out of the city?

The speed of vehicles is also increasing.

"This car is heading for the dark Huangquan Road."

"What!"

Sou!

A cloudy wind rushed towards the direction!

The driver sitting in front of the car turned his head and opened his mouth, and the tongue in his mouth swept towards him like a long snake!

"I'll go!"

Fang Xiang's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly dodged to the other side.

Syllable!

The tongue slammed into the car, poking a hole straight out.

The car was still moving at full speed, and the wind was blowing in.

"! Paper Truck! ”

Fang Xiang remembered the "ghost carrying the sedan chair" that the fat man told him.

This Nima is a ghost car!

In broad daylight, how did the ghost car run out!