CHAPTER XXVII

Zhang Chuanshi led Zhao Fusheng into an alley next to the coffin shop.

Most of the houses in Wan'an County are short and dilapidated, the lanes are cramped, criss-crossing like a messy and tangled thread, but Zhang Chuanshi is very familiar with this area, leading Zhao Fusheng to drill left and right, about half an hour later, out of a low laneway, standing in front of a row of red brick walls.

The wall is so high that it stands out from the surrounding dilapidated houses.

The tall fence firmly blocked the environment inside, and from Zhao Fusheng's angle, only the semi-arched roof of the house could be seen.

The roof is pitch black, giving people a very dull and depressing feeling, especially when it is connected to the red brick wall, red and black are connected together, which is even more weird.

Zhao Fusheng looked at his surroundings.

It was noticeably cleaner than the previous roadway, with no sludge or feces on the ground, and the high courtyard walls were a far cry from the fence walls seen earlier.

A few steps away, a door opened by the fence can be seen.

The doorway was not high, and there was only one, also painted black, with a faint stench, and a somewhat familiar smell, similar to the oil leaking from the cracked lantern she had smelled in the Demon Suppressor in the morning.

Zhang Chuanshi led her to find the paper man, but stopped here, which shows that this is the place where the paper man lives.

But the paper man Zhang has lived in Wan'an County for several generations, can make a 'ghost lamp', and has always maintained a good relationship with the Demon Division, which shows that their family background is not thin, and the main entrance of the mansion where they live should not be so 'small', built in the alley to enter and exit is not spacious, convenient, and not magnificent.

Zhao Fusheng guessed that this should be the back door of the Zhang family.

She remembered that Zhang Chuanshi mentioned that he was not familiar with the paper man Zhang, and from the fact that Zhang Chuanshi was familiar with the situation that he came here, the relationship between the 'distant uncle and nephew' may be more intimate than outsiders imagined.

Zhao Fusheng glanced at Zhang Chuanshi with a smile, and the old man was a little embarrassed when he looked at her, but he coughed lightly, stepped forward and gently buckled the door.

The sound of 'duh, duh' spread.

The back alley was unusually deserted, and the knock on the door was particularly harsh.

A short time later, footsteps sounded, and the door creaked open, revealing a stiff man's face.

The man's face was pale, like a dead corpse, a pair of eyes were gray, the whites of his eyes were chaotic, as if they were covered with a layer of gray mist, after opening the door, he didn't seem to see Zhao Fusheng's existence, but 'looked' at Zhang Chuanshi, and then turned sideways to get out of the way.

Zhang Chuanshi entered the house first, and before he could turn around and speak, the man didn't seem to see that there was another person outside the house, and he stretched out his hand to close the door.

Zhao Fusheng raised his eyebrows, and hurriedly reached out to push the black door, and then slammed it open with his shoulder.

She entered the courtyard, the man did not dodge or dodge, Zhao Fusheng bumped into his arm, and was about to speak, but saw the man who was standing well before fell to the ground with a 'bang' sound at the moment when he was touched by her.

"Touching porcelain?"

She was taken aback, and then kicked the man on the ground.

The man lost consciousness, and the moment he was kicked by her, a large corpse spot quickly appeared on his pale face, and then the strong smell of rotting corpses spread, apparently he had already died.

“……”

When Zhao Fusheng encountered this situation for the first time, he couldn't help but change his face.

Zhang Chuanshi hurriedly said:

"Zhao ......"

"Okay, you're big, you dare to bring people into my house at will, and you dare to kill my corpse slave-"

An old voice sounded, and the man who spoke seemed to be very angry, and spoke with murderous intent.

Zhang Chuanshi's feet softened when he heard this, and he hurriedly said:

"No, no, no."

Zhao Fusheng turned his head, and saw an old man in a black robe standing under the eaves in the distance.

The old man was about seventy years old, and his face was furrowed, and he looked very old.

His stature was unusually thin and short, and he looked like he was a head shorter than Zhao Fusheng.

At this time, he was hunched and his neck was shrunk, his hair was already silver and a little messy, and only a simple bun was tied on the top of his head, and the rest was scattered on both sides of his shoulders, like weeds, and lacked care.

The old man's gaze was gloomy, and he wore a robe with a strange cut.

Although the old man was short and thin, his robe was extraordinarily wide and black.

The most worthy of Zhao Fusheng's attention is his pair of cuffs, which are at least three feet wide.

The old man folded his hands under his chin, and a pair of wide sleeves resembled two black door panels, blocking him from the neck down to the soles of his feet.

While Zhao Fusheng was looking at him, he was also staring at Zhao Fusheng, and in an instant he seemed to understand something, and his already ugly face became even more gloomy.

Zhang Chuanshi first glanced at Zhao Fusheng, and then looked at the old man with an ugly face, and for a while he lowered his head and laughed, not knowing where to go.

"Paper man?"

Zhao Fusheng's heart moved, glanced at him, and shouted.

As she spoke, the wind rose from the ground and lifted the sleeve of the old man's sleeve, revealing a black strand tied around his waist.

Paper figures were hung on the silk strands.

The head of each paper figure is pierced through the hole, and a black thread passes through the hole, connecting them into a string of wind chimes, which fly with the wind, and the paper makes a 'whoosh' sound between rubbing.

The heads of all the paper figures turned, as if they were looking in the direction of Zhao Fusheng.

But the old man's fingers in his sleeves moved, and the sleeves of his coat fell down again, blocking the exposed paper figures tightly.

"The smell of the Demon Suppressor?"

Paper man Zhang looked at Zhao Fusheng and frowned:

"It seems that the Demon Suppression Division is the new head of the Ling Division, and he is still a ghost master." When he said this, he glanced at Zhang Chuanshi coldly, and then laughed twice:

"I'm an old man—"

Zhang Chuanshi was looked at by him, and his body was cold.

He knew that the paper man Zhang was powerful, and he immediately didn't care that Zhao Fusheng was also difficult to entangle, so he hurriedly stepped forward, followed the paper man Zhang's side, and whispered:

"She is Zhao Fusheng."

"Who?"

The gloomy old man was not familiar with this name, and Zhang Chuanshi said:

"It is the head of the Ling Division introduced by the Fan brothers, another person in power after Zhao Qiming."

As soon as he explained like this, the paper man Zhang immediately understood Zhao Fusheng's identity, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

The Fan brothers bartered things and exchanged them for the exorcism of 'leading the water to the east'.

The paper man Zhang didn't know the name of the person who caused the trouble, but he knew that if the plan went well, the 'Ling Si Chief', who was introduced by the Fan brothers to the Demon Suppression Division, would definitely die.

At this time, Zhao Fusheng not only did not die, but succeeded in controlling the ghost, and came to the door at this time, obviously not to find him!

Thinking of this, the corners of the paper man's originally drooping mouth were pulled down again, and the nasolabial folds on his cheeks looked even more ugly.

The Zhang family has been sitting in Wan'an County for many years, relying on the secret method of making 'ghost lanterns', and has a lot of roots here.

They made good friends with dignitaries and had a good life.

Although the Demon Division of Wan'an County has declined, Zhao Fusheng is just a rookie ghost master, and he may not be able to really hurt him, but he can cause trouble for no reason, which still makes the paper man unable to put on a good face.

"How dare you—"

He first vented his anger on Zhang Chuanshi, and the corners of his sleeves trembled when he spoke.

There was a faint rancid stench and malice from under the cuffs, and a 'hee-hee-ha' laugh rang out, and something pushed up his cuffs.

Inside the pitch-black sleeve robe, a scarlet eye looked at Zhang Chuanshi coldly.

"Don't get me wrong!"

Zhang Chuanshi saw that his expression was not good, and he was immediately anxious, and hurriedly said: "Lord Zhao is here to ask you for advice, not to seek bad luck. ”

He knew the temperament of the paper man, and he was afraid that his life would be lost if he spoke slowly, so he simply said the business first.

As soon as these words were shouted, the paper man Zhang was stunned.

"Excuse me?"

He asked gloomily, hooked his fingers, and the laughter disappeared suddenly, and the flying corners of his sleeves fell.

The one-eyed watched the sleeve robe fall down with some unwillingness, glared at Zhang Chuanshi resentfully, and was forced to disappear into the darkness again.

"What does Lord Zhao want to ask me?"

The killing intent on the paper man Zhang's body disappeared, and after the one-eye disappeared, Zhang Chuanshi breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, his bald head was covered with cold sweat, he stretched out his hand and wiped it back along the door of his head, until the little hair left was oily, and then he glanced at Zhao Fusheng.

Facing the question of the paper man Zhang, Zhao Fusheng did not make a sound, but looked at the paper man Zhang and sneered.

This posture made Zhang Chuanshi's heart a 'grunt'.

Both sides are hard stubble, and none of them he can afford to mess with.

He was deeply afraid that the paper figure Zhang would be neglected and angry, so he hurriedly said:

"Lord Zhao wants to ask you, a case forty years ago, it was a big case that my uncle had jointly handled with the Demon Suppression Commander at that time when he was alive."

The paper man Zhang said in a hoarse voice:

"Liu Family Ancestral Hall?"