Chapter II

The door of the house was opened, and in the strange wind, the flames in the lantern were a miserable white color, and when they shone all around, not only did they not make people feel comfortable, but there was an indescribable cold feeling.

But this cold feeling at this time brought a sense of great peace of mind to the two 'helpless' brothers.

When the two brothers saw that the light was not extinguished, their hearts were relieved, and by this miserable white light, they smiled happily, but before they could speak, they heard a gust of wind blowing.

In the sound of 'woo', the lantern that the paper figure claimed to be impossible to extinguish shook violently twice, and a strange black face suddenly appeared on the surface of the lantern.

The man's face showed pain and resentment, and he glanced at the two brothers in the room, and then the shadow burst with a 'bang'.

As the black grimace broke, the originally sturdy human skin lantern shattered.

Where could the peanut-sized fire in the human skin lantern withstand the strong wind, and it was extinguished with a 'poof'.

The inside and outside of the house were plunged into darkness.

“……”

The smiles of the two brothers suddenly froze on their faces, and they felt like they had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Ah!!h

"Ahh

Two terrible and unusual screams rang out one after another.

As soon as the lights go out, they lose their protection, and the ghosts will find the two people hiding in the place, and entangle them one after another until they have sucked their luck dry.

The two waited for death in despair, and the bolder brother lost his heart to resist in such a desperate situation and sat paralyzed in place.

But they didn't know that at the moment when the human skin lantern broke, Zhao Fusheng's god list was also restarted.

At the moment when the Fengshen List was successfully restarted, the plaque that was originally hung under the eaves outside the mansion was entangled in black gas suddenly wiped off part of the dirt as if it had been wiped off by a pair of invisible hands, revealing three vague characters on the plaque:

Demon Suppressor.

'Boom! ’

A night of lightning and thunder, the twin brothers in the Demon Suppression Division still thought that they were going to die, and when they were desperately waiting for death, this night did not happen strangely, but spent it peacefully.

When the day is about to dawn, the thunder and rain will stop, and even the red glow will appear in the sky, which shows that today is a rare good weather.

The two brothers sat with red eyes and back to back.

"Brother—"

'No help' shouted.

Maybe it was because he screamed too loudly in the night, and his voice was a little hoarse:

"Say, is this tribulation over?"

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at his brother.

At this time, the 'helpless' face was pale, and a bruised fish bubble eye bulged out from under a pair of eyelids, and his eyes were red.

His brother was no better, he was soaked, his hair was messy, his lips were chapped and peeling, and he had several red sores on his lips from fear and despair.

"Xing, Xing, maybe ......" The man nodded, trying to move his feet.

He squatted all night, his legs were already numb, and it was painful to move a needle prick at this time, but when the man thought that the catastrophe was gone, his eyes couldn't help but shine:

"This Demon Suppression Division of Wan'an County can't stay any longer, the nearby ghost domain is getting bigger and bigger, I'm afraid the imperial court has already given up here, we have to find another way-"

While the two brothers were discussing what to do in the future, on the wooden board in the middle of the room, a miserable white hand poked out of the dirty white cloth, and the cloth towel was lifted, revealing Zhao Fusheng's slightly tired pale face.

Her face turned pale, and her head throbbed with sharp pain.

After waking up at this time, her eyes were a little confused, her eyes looked straight at the big hole above her head, and her mind was still subconsciously recalling the messy dream content of last night.

Zhao Fusheng always felt that he had slept for a long time.

She has been working overtime lately, and she often has a string in her head, and she hasn't slept well for a long time.

I don't know if she was too stressed, although she slept for a long time last night, the quality of sleep was very poor.

She had strange dreams.

She dreamed of an accident in a rental house, and at the moment of her near death, her soul traveled into a place called the Great Han Dynasty, possessed a girl with the same name and surname as her, and was sold by her parents at a low price to a place named Demon Suppressor.

When she started to join the Demon Suppression Division, this Zhao Fusheng was very happy, she thought that she had food and clothing, and she got rid of the hard life.

And for some reason, she just entered the Demon Suppression Division at the beginning, or Ji Tailai, her luck was very good, so good that she had silver to pick up when she went out, and someone accidentally sent food when she was hungry.

But the good times were short-lived, and as time passed, she found that her good fortune usually came with calamity.

From being able to pick up silver at the beginning, to occasionally picking up food later, then she must have been injured accordingly.

At first, it was just a small injury, but later it developed into a broken hand and a broken foot.

And her body began to cold inexplicably, and she always felt that there was a terrifying existence hidden around her body.

The two brothers who had bought her for the Demon Suppression Division looked at her at each other at a different ear, and the two often leaned together and whispered as if they were discussing something, and when their eyes fell on her, they looked like they were looking at a dead man.

Zhao Fusheng was shocked and scared, but her physical pain began to increase, and the injury gradually became serious, she was so scared that she couldn't sleep every day, and felt that the cold feeling was getting closer and closer to her back.

She often felt that her shoulders and back were very heavy, as if she was carrying some invisible existence on her back.

In such a frightened mood, the bad news came, her parents suffered a ghost accident and died unexpectedly.

For some reason, she immediately thought of her bizarre bad luck recently, and the more she thought about it, the more scared she became.

On the day his parents' bodies were transported into Wan'an County, Zhao Fusheng was terrified, but in the end he still could not escape his fate.

On that day, she had a premonition that something was wrong, and she had not slept for many days, and when she was trembling, she felt a strange cold wave approaching behind her, and she subconsciously looked back - and saw a dark figure standing behind her at some point.

Zhao Fusheng's pupils trembled, and before he could scream, the ghost stretched out his hand to her.

Pitch-black claws pierced through her back, slashing through her chest and abdomen, piercing her throat and ribcage.

In an instant, Zhao Fusheng was disemboweled, and he died of exhaustion.

The last scene that remained in her memory was that of a gray ghost hand tearing her throat and appearing in front of her with a splash of blood.

Zhao Fusheng's pupils constricted, and she was killed by a ghost.

The suffocation and pain before death were still in Zhao Fusheng's impression at this time, she covered her neck unconsciously, and the breath held in her chest was long and exhaled after a while.

"It's just a nightmare."

She thought happily, but felt a little awkward: this nightmare was too real.

As her thoughts returned, her eyes grew clearer, and she noticed something strange for the first time.

Above her head, instead of the white-painted ceiling of her rental house, the roof was erected by several pitch-black wooden beams, which had not been cleaned for a long time, and there were many gray cobwebs.

The most eye-catching thing is that a large hole about a meter in diameter was broken directly above her.

The light shines through the cave, and you can see the dust floating in the light.

She had a bad premonition in her heart, and her fingers touched her underneath.

Underneath her, it wasn't the cheap bed, but a simple but hard plank.

Zhao Fusheng sat up, and what caught her eye was a blood-stained white cloth.

On her left and right sides, two identical door panels were parked, with the same white cloth on them, and under the white cloth, two humanoid silhouettes were revealed.

A strange thought instantly popped into her mind: Daddy, Mother!

Wrong! This is Zhao Fusheng's original father, after hearing the news of their death the day before yesterday, Zhang Luo, the Fan brothers of the Demon Suppression Division, asked people to send the corpse over.

Memories naturally came to her mind:

Because she was contaminated with weirdness, she caused all the blood relatives to die from the scourge of ghosts.

"......" Zhao Fusheng's hand trembled, and his face became even paler.

At this moment, the sound of two people talking was heard outside.

Probably thinking that there was no one else in this mansion, the two of them did not lower their voices when they spoke.

A man said:

"Brother." He shouted, and then the sound of 'Sisuo' sounded, and he seemed to move his body, and said uneasily:

"According to the paper man Zhang, this ghost exchanges his life with 'luck', once he is entangled by 'him', all his luck will be sucked away, and 'he' will never leave before the whole clan dies."

"The Demon Suppression Division is the best example, and it was almost dead by this ghost."

After the disaster was brought to the east, Zhao Fusheng's family also quickly suffered a death, "And we were safe last night, does it mean that this disaster has been completely solved?" Are we no longer in bondage? ”

Fan is not saved!

Zhao Fusheng's mind suddenly appeared such a name, a young man's face flashed from her mind, and she was shocked to find that she was no stranger to this face, as if the two sides had known each other before.

Just as she was frightened, another male voice also sounded:

"It stands to reason that after the ghost kills someone, if there is no other person who triggers the rules of 'him', we will be completely free from this scourge."

"After all, the lantern went out last night, and we didn't have an accident-"

The two of them have a different physique from others, and they are in the Demon Suppression Division, so they also have their own way of judging whether there are ghosts or not.

At this point, the man was sure that he was not haunted by ghosts, and it was clear that the method of the paper figure had been fulfilled.

As the man spoke, another person's name came to Zhao Fusheng's mind: Fan Bi died.

This is a pair of twin brothers, who were the envoys of the Demon Suppression Division, who bought Zhao Fusheng from the Zhao family at the price of five copper plates and connected him to the Demon Suppression Division.

The Han Dynasty, the Demon Suppression Division, the Fan brothers, and the corpses of the Zhao couple placed at this time......

"......" Zhao Fusheng's eyes darkened, and he instinctively turned his head left and right.

As far as her eyes could see, there was the dilapidated lobby of the Demon Suppression Division, and the terrifying black shadow in the dream did not appear in her field of vision.

But with her keen intuition, she always felt that in the shadows, there seemed to be a pair of cold eyes watching her every move.

The malice that came to her face made her back tingle, and her heart shrank in an instant.

The Fan brothers outside didn't know that she had woken up, and were still discussing:

"If the demons leave and the curse on the Demon Suppressor is lifted, we must leave this place immediately and find another way out."

"The ghost domain here is getting bigger and bigger, and the enveloping area is gradually increasing, and there are often ghosts and ghosts in the blue sky and daylight."

"Our Demon Suppression Division here has been plagued by that ghost, people have long since died, staying is just a dead end, it is said that the Demon Suppression Division of Baozhi County has done a good job, there is a copper general who controls a fierce ghost, the strength is very high, let's go to him-" Fan Bi Death's mind is flexible, compared to his impulsive younger brother, his temperament is much calmer.

"However, we have already made a blood contract on that day, and the contract is unsolved, how can we get out of the distance of Wan'an County......" Fan Wusu said worriedly.

"Idiot." Fan Bi Death shouted loudly, "Let's find another person, let him take the position of the commander of the Demon Suppression Division, and then try to make him remove our name from the soul book, and this matter will be over......"

While the two brothers were discussing, Zhao Fusheng, who had come back from the dead in the hall, couldn't believe his situation.

"Impossible! Impossible! ”

How could there be such a ridiculous thing in the world, she woke up from sleep, borrowed the corpse to return her soul, and the nightmare came true, she really became a temporary commander of the Demon Division of Wan'an County under the rule of the Han Dynasty.

Without saying a word, she lifted the shroud, jumped off the plank, and rushed out of the hall.

"We'll ...... then"

Fan Bi was still talking, and his younger brother seemed to hear the movement and turned his head.

In an instant, Fan Wuxu's expression changed.

His expression quickly turned from joy to horror, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world, and his pupils were trembling in shock.

"Quack—quack—"

In extreme horror, he could not speak very sharply, his arm was limp and could not be lifted, goosebumps crawled down his spine to the back of his neck, rushed to his scalp, and irritated his hair to stand on end.

"You-" Fan Bi frowned, and was about to speak, when Fan Wusu said with a crying voice:

"Brother, deceit, deceit, deceit—"

"What kind of deceit, what nonsense are you talking about......" he shouted loudly, and then a familiar voice sounded:

"Impossible, impossible...... How could it be ......"

Zhao Fusheng rushed out of the courtyard with bare feet and rushed to the outside of the gate.

“…… I ......"

Fan Bi died watching her rush out, his mind was blank, and he couldn't even speak.

Zhao Fusheng ignored them, and she rushed out of the long courtyard and appeared outside the mansion gate.

What caught her eye was a long, dirty, dilapidated street, flanked by low thatched huts, many of which had been closed and looked dilapidated.

Most of the shops that were open were coffins and paper money shops, and the folded paper figures were placed outside the shop, and she looked around and didn't see any living people on the street.

Perhaps due to the lack of popularity, the whole street presents an eerie silence.

This scene is both unfamiliar and familiar to Zhao Fusheng.

Her head was 'buzzing', pinning the last shred of hope to another—

The girl mustered up her courage and raised her head after completing her psychological construction, and looked above the mansion.

I saw a lantern hanging on the left and right sides of the beam, and the lantern had broken during the storm last night, revealing the oil lamp inside.

The oil inside the lamp collapsed, and the yellow grease flowed down the cracked lantern parchment, and a foul smell escaped from it.

In the middle of the lantern, under the eaves hung a pitch-black plaque, and the black gas on the plaque faded a little, vaguely revealing the prototype of three characters.

In the past, Zhao Fusheng was illiterate, but she could identify the words on the plaque through the black qi.

The plaque reads: Demon Suppression Division.