The white tiger-style ghost can't get out of the community of Anqifan's family, so I can only take it first, but fortunately, the burner ghost has been shocked by me, and she obviously already knows to repent, and I am not worried that she will suddenly change her mind and run away.

I rode my bicycle and followed the burner all the way to the outside of the ruins of the construction site, and there was a two-meter-high protective net around the ruins, so I simply cut a hole in it with a knife, and then followed the burner into the construction site on foot.

The construction site was pitch black, and I could barely see under my feet with my mobile phone lighting, and it was only dark a little farther away.

The burner was honest, she was always about three meters in front of me, and led me to a broken wooden shed at the construction site.

His spirit card is inside. The burner pointed to the wooden shed and turned back to me.

I nodded for her to get out of the way, then held up my phone and tapped it to the door of the shed. The shed was half collapsed, and it was easier to enter through the wall that had fallen down on the side than to walk through the door. I carefully walked around to the side of the shed, and since I didn't see any ghostly energy, I leaned straight into the shed.

As soon as I entered the wooden shed, a foul smell came at me, a smell that I don't often smell, but I knew it was the stench of corpses. An Qifan said that he smelled a disgusting smell when he opened the zipper, and it is estimated that what he smelled was the smell of corpses, and this place was the right place.

I took a picture of it with my phone in the broken shed, and soon I found a broken wooden spiritual tablet under a few turns.

As soon as I reached out and picked up the spirit card, suddenly a biting cold wind swept in from the outside, freezing my whole body, and then the wooden shed collapsed with a click, and most of my body was smashed by the wooden shed. Fortunately, the shed was completely wooden, and although it hurt to be smashed, at least it wouldn't be crushed inside.

I pushed the wood up from my head and drilled it out, but just as I was halfway through my body, something grabbed my right hand.

Don't touch my stuff!

An old man's voice suddenly came out from under the collapsed wooden shed, and at the same time, a thick ghost aura also bubbled out from under the collapsed wooden shed, and there was a fierce ghost hidden under the wooden shed, which should be that old Liu cobbler!

I didn't let go of the spiritual tablet I was holding in my right hand, but I dragged it back hard, but the old ghost head that grabbed me was obviously stronger than me, and I finally got out of the wooden shed and almost dragged back most of my body.

I quickly turned to face the wooden shed, changed the posture I used during the tug-of-war, sat the center of gravity of my body back, and then used my left hand to find the talisman paper and throw it into the shed, while shouting two words: flowing fire.

A burst of fire exploded inside the wooden shed, and the ghost hand that was holding me loosened.

Because of my posture, I jerked out of the shed and sat down on the floor. At this time, I also noticed that the situation in the whole construction site was very, very bad, there was a large amount of yin qi gathering towards me from all directions, and hundreds of faint figures could be seen faintly in the yin qi, they would not be people, they could only be ghosts!

Could it be that he has suffered from the ghost king? I couldn't help but be surprised.

My grandfather once told me personally that some ghosts can be caught alone, but some ghosts must be avoided when they encounter them alone, and the one who needs to be avoided the most is the ghost king, because this thing is hundreds of times more fierce than blood corpses and zombies.

It is said that as long as there is a ghost king, the ghost soldiers under his command can be as few as a few hundred or more than thousands, and the yin energy emitted by these ghost soldiers alone can freeze the living to death. Of course I remember what my grandfather said to me, but I would never have imagined that an old leatherman in a broken wooden shed could be a ghost king!

Now I didn't have time to think about whether this was reasonable or not, I quickly shouted at the burning ghost to keep her away from me, and then I quickly formed the nine-character mantra talisman handprint, and distributed the ghost suppression talisman around me, and at the same time used the big golden light spell to open the spirit rune to prevent those ghosts from getting too close to me.

The yin qi is getting stronger and stronger, and my first aid measures can't stop the temperature from dropping rapidly, if I don't think about it, I'll definitely die here!

At that moment, the wooden shed behind me made another click, and then an unkempt old man with a stubble came out of the ruins! His clothes were in tatters, and he had no legs! He dragged his body out with his hands and yelled at me, "Give me back my things!" Give it back!!!

As the bearded old man roared, the ghosts that came out of my circle cried out, some screaming, some clutching their heads and shaking in pain. As the demons approached me, I noticed that they were covered in wounds, including gunshot wounds, knife wounds, and some of them with the marks of being strangled by ropes in their necks

Clothes! I suddenly noticed these ghost clothes!

I'm not sure if people dressed like this during the Anti-Japanese War, but it's not uncommon to see in movies that the captives who were put in a concentration camp were tortured like this, maybe it was a concentration camp execution ground, and these ghosts were the souls of the dead under the guns of the enemy.

In this kind of place, the spiritual position card has no meaning at all, and its existence must have other meanings!

After thinking about it, I quickly picked up the spiritual tablet sign and carefully checked it with my mobile phone. The handwriting on the wooden sign is not legible at all, but there is a strange string of notches on the bottom of the card, which seems to be engraved with numbers.

It's not a spiritual card, it should be a password or something!

Passing on intelligence?

Give it back! The old man roared and crawled towards him, his hands pressed over the ghost suppression talisman, and he was not afraid of it at all. The other ghosts around me were only 7 or 8 meters away.

The war is over! No matter who you're fighting against, they've already lost! We won! We won!! I shouted at the old man, and then repeated to the ghosts who gathered around: "Victory, defeat of the enemy!" We've won! The enemy is defeated! Defeated

This is a gamble I took before the ship, and it is best to win the bet, if I lose, I can only desperately summon the White Tiger ghost out, and rely on it to break out of the encirclement of this large group of ghosts, but the result of this is good or bad, I don't know if it's good or bad.

But I don't seem to need to be angry, the bearded old man's movements are frozen, and the ghosts around me are not moving, and it seems that I have made the right bet.

Your surname is Lee? You're a cobbler, but your true identity is a member of an underground organization? I carefully worded my words, lest I might anger the old cobbler if I didn't say a good word.

The old man froze there for a moment, then looked me up and down, but said nothing.

The air around me continued to get colder, and I shivered all over my body, and I endured the chill, then straightened my chest and saluted him sternly.

I should pay you tribute, the war is over, this is the information you have protected with your life, and I will return it to you. As I spoke, I carefully placed the spiritual tablet in front of the old man.

The old man didn't come to touch me, he grabbed the spirit tablet, and then gently stroked the numbers engraved on the base. After a while, he slowly raised his head and asked me: Is the war really over?

It's over, we won.

I wasn't sure who he was fighting, so I replied vaguely, but the old man looked relieved. As his attitude softened, the yin qi around him began to dissipate, and the ghosts hidden in the thick yin qi also retreated together, and finally disappeared from my sight completely.

I breathed a long sigh of relief, and for the first time I felt from the bottom of my heart that the overwhelming anti-Japanese war dramas on TV were actually very meaningful, if I hadn't received this kind of patriotic education, I guess I would be here today!

However, I didn't relax immediately, because the ghost king of this construction site was still in front of me, and I still needed to figure out why he would help the burner to harm An Qifan, and I also needed to figure out the connection between him and the death assistant, and I needed to figure out how that human skin came from.

I don't understand some things, why you are helping her to hurt people, there is a man who almost died because of her. I pointed to the burner and asked the old cobbler.

For the revolution, she has a hidden mission, and she needs an identity to disguise. The old man replied sternly.

Who sued you for this?

It's my upline, we're here to connect, the code is that the old leatherman didn't continue, but looked at me warily, as if he still had reservations about me.

The code is the king of heaven and the tiger? I asked tentatively.

The old man glared and grabbed the spirit card in his hand hard, his strength was surprisingly great, and the wooden card was pinched by him and crackled, and sawdust flew everywhere.

I hurriedly reassured: It doesn't matter what the code is, you look around, look at me again, the war is over a long time ago, you can trust me! By the way, can you get out of here?

The old leatherman shook his head, then looked behind him, as if something was restraining him.

I quickly recited the Eye Opening Mantra, which allowed me to see more than I normally would. When I opened my eyes again, I found a chain with a faint white light wrapped around the old man's waist, which was apparently a spell that had bound the old man's soul, and the old man had used the chains as shackles in the concentration camp.

Death Assistant! He is the only person I can think of.

I lit the dagger with the fire bell charm, and then severed the chains that bound the old cobbler, and I led him out of the construction site and into the street. Although it was late at night, there were still vehicles coming and going on the road, and there were even passers-by passing by at the entrance of KFC, making phone calls, and chatting.

The war is over, more than sixty years have passed. I said to the old cobbler.

He seemed stunned by the sight in front of him, and I didn't even think he knew he was dead.

Is it really over? Is it really really over? But why am I still there, why am I still there, and the old leatherman's face suddenly showed an expression of pain and struggle.

I didn't bother him, I just whispered the heart purification mantra on the side to appease him, and only after he calmed down a little did I briefly tell him about the War of Resistance, the Civil War, the founding of the country, the reform and opening up, and so on. After listening to me, the old man finally fell silent, his face showed a peaceful expression, and the resentment of Zhou was gone.

I knew that he was about to leave the Yang Realm completely.

So I quickly asked about the human skin camouflage and his upline.

The old leatherman said that he had taught him the art of making skin, and that he had a recipe, a needle, and a bowl of oil, which he used to provide camouflage for other members of the underground organization who had a mission. Regarding the materials for making skin, the old man said that they were all made of real people's skins, and his upline would help him prepare the raw materials, he only needed to work, and he had been doing this work for a long, long time.

I asked him again why he had left a zipper on the human skin.

He replied that it was his upline request, which was a mark, and once all the upline comrades were sacrificed, the organization would be able to figure out which were his own people and which were enemy agents.

Hearing this, all the doubts can be explained.

More than 60 years ago, Xiqiao Street was probably a Japanese concentration camp, where many revolutionaries were executed and buried in mass graves. Forty years later, a construction company dug up the foundations, and as a result, the bones of the old leatherman and other martyrs were excavated, and their souls came alive.

But the peers in the circle did not understand the truth, because there was a knowledgeable person who made a ghost from it, more precisely, the ghost building on Xiqiao Street was made by this person at all, and this person must be a death assistant.

The death assistant deliberately asked the old cobbler to leave a zipper while making the leather. People are curious, when the zipper is opened, a qiē secret will be exposed, a new ghost will be born, An Qifan almost became a victim of the zipper.

Xiqiao Street, the holy place of suicide, is indeed a veritable place of murder.

I'm not sure if the death assistant will ever come back, and he deleted Weibo, which proves that he is aware that someone is checking him and would never risk coming back if I were him. So after thinking about it for a while, I immediately set out to help the old man of the leather maker to carry out the transcendence, and also to help the other souls in the construction site to do things, so that they could go to the west as soon as possible.

There was a thick willow tree directly west of the construction site, which was obviously used to seal the door of ghosts, and I dug around the willow tree casually, and soon found a dilapidated wooden box, which actually contained a bronze talisman that had been opened. I just smashed the box and took away the bronze talisman, and the next thing was to repeat the mantra and exceed.

I was busy until 5 a.m. to send all the dead away. After that, I went to the hospital again, and although An Qifan would not be willing to listen to the news I brought, I still told him everything I found, including Zeng Lili's death, and all kinds of imposting.

After two days of tossing and turning, my energy and body were also overdrawn, and I came home immediately after I came out of the hospital, and I wanted to get a good night's sleep and make up for all the lost sleep. It's a pity that I was only halfway through the implementation of my plan when I was woken up by a phone call, and the caller was Chen Shikang again.

I was a little reluctant, but I still picked up the phone, and the facts proved that my decision was correct, because Chen Shikang sent me money, or a large amount of money!