CHAPTER XXVIII

"You ......" Zhang Chuanshi didn't expect that as soon as he opened his mouth, the paper man Zhang accurately said the case.

Just when he was a little surprised, Zhao Fusheng smiled and said:

"I didn't expect the paper man to be so old."

She was misled by the information, thinking that Zhang Xiongwu had handled the big case of the Liu clan ancestral hall forty years ago, and according to Su Long's age at the time, she guessed that Zhang Xiongwu should also be in the prime of life, but he was only thirty or forty years old.

Even if he is older, fifty or sixty years old, forty years later, his grandson should be in the prime of life, but he didn't expect the paper man to grow old like this.

"It seems that you expected me to come a long time ago, and you also knew my identity, but you deliberately pretended to be stupid before, why, you want to borrow Zhang Chuanshi to give me a dismount?"

The paper man shook his eyebrows, and said with a dark face:

"I don't know what you mean—"

Zhao Fusheng was still smiling and groaning before, speaking slowly and logically, and he didn't seem to have a short temper, but before the paper man Zhang finished speaking, she immediately interrupted the paper man Zhang's words and said unceremoniously:

"If you don't know, shut up and listen to me!"

"You ......"

She said that she turned her face and turned her face, but she had a bit of the moody temperament of a ghost rider.

But the Zhang family has a special identity, and has a unique secret method, and a one-handed 'ghost lamp' production skills, which may be able to save the life of the ghost at a critical moment.

Therefore, even if he is a ghost master with a strange temper, he will be somewhat restrained when facing the Zhang family, and will not speak disrespectfully to him.

'Hey, hey, haha-' The weird laugh started to sound again.

A large amount of black gas came out of his cuffs, and the ghost eye that had been forced to hide in the darkness came out again, looking at the person outside with excitement.

"I advise you not to play tricks." Zhao Fusheng shook his head:

"I can feel that there is a ghost in you, but it doesn't look like a ghost."

She has only been in this world for a short time, and her knowledge of powerful ghosts is insufficient, but judging from the actions of the paper man Zhang to create 'ghost lamps' and 'corpse slaves', this person should be good at some techniques on the side of the door, and he is not a real ghost master.

This kind of behavior seems to steal some of the ghost's power, but it shouldn't be a real ghost.

After all, Fan Bi Die's words cannot be fully believed, but there is a sentence that is absolutely sincere: the power of those who control the powerful ghosts is extraordinary, but most of the people who use the power of the powerful ghosts are easy to be attacked by the powerful ghosts.

In other words, ghost riders tend to die early.

The paper man Zhang has a lot of fame, and with his ancestral secret skills, he has lived to this age, and it doesn't look like he has mastered ghosts.

"Wan'an County has long been abandoned by the imperial court, how did I, the head of the Demon Suppression Division, come about, you know very well in your heart."

Zhao Fusheng walked over to him slowly, the paper man's face was gloomy, his lips moved, looking at Zhao Fusheng getting closer and closer to him, he didn't retreat, but the movement in his sleeves became more and more intense.

The laughter of 'hee-hee-ha' was endless, ghostly, and thick malice rushed to his face, which stimulated the suppressed ghost on Yue Fusheng's body to move again.

She didn't restrain the appearance of the ghost, and as she approached the paper man—

In the footsteps of 'duh, du', the black shadow behind Zhao Fusheng gradually lengthened, and the blood on her face faded little by little.

The paper man's cheeks twitched, but he didn't retreat.

She stood still in front of the paper figures.

The old man slowly straightened his back and stared at Zhao Fusheng coldly.

His wrinkled face tensed, and his hand hidden in his cuff trembled twice, then trembled.

Zhao Fusheng was less than half a step away from him, staring at the paper man Zhang condescendingly.

Zhang Chuanshi stood aside, so nervous that he didn't dare to breathe.

From where he stood, he could hear the eerie laughter of the paper figure Zhang, and the unclear eyes peeking out of the cuffs.

And Zhao Fusheng's body also has malice that has begun to recover, and the black qi has risen, and she doesn't seem to have the slightest intention of restraining.

"Lord Zhao......"

She is still a newcomer, and she has suppressed the corpses of the Zhao couple who have only been revived when she was in the Demon Suppression Division, and she has already used the power of powerful ghosts.

Although Zhang Chuanshi didn't know how she finally eliminated the influence of the powerful ghost and regained control of herself, if she used the power of the powerful ghost unscrupulously again, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Once she is controlled by ghosts, the uncontrollable ghosts will directly turn this place into a ghost domain until all the people are slaughtered.

"Don't panic."

In Zhao Fusheng's sea of knowledge, the warning of the god list sounded: the ghost is about to wake up.

This point does not need to be reminded by the god list.

For the resurgence of the ghost, Zhao Fusheng felt the deepest, that strange cold feeling enveloped her again, and when the Zhao couple was suppressed before, the feeling of a strange body came again.

She tugged at the corners of her mouth and smiled at Zhang Chuanshi.

But her face was pale at this time, her expression was gloomy, and this smile was so shocking that Zhang Chuanshi was so frightened that she hid behind the paper man Zhang.

"Paper man?" Zhao Fusheng shouted, the paper man stood still and did not move, she suddenly reached out and leaned into the sleeve of the paper man.

There was malice in her sleeve, but it didn't force her back, she reached out and rolled up the sleeve of the paper figure, and looked inside—the sight in the sleeve seemed to be startled by her action, and hurriedly burrowed back into the depths of the black sleeve.

The sound of 'hee-hee-ha' laughter that had been 'hee-hee-ha' before disappeared suddenly as this thought dodged.

'Snort. ’

Zhao Fusheng laughed and let go of his hand:

"I'm a ghost, it's not certain how long I will live, let's talk about it well, don't tear your face, make everyone lose face, don't you say?"

Her personality is very different from what the paper figure Zhang imagined.

The Fan brothers obviously bought a country girl with little knowledge in Jiumen Village, but at this time she acted wantonly and had no scruples.

This crazy style suddenly calmed down the paper man, and suddenly his arrogance subsided a little.

"You're right."

His cheeks twitched a few times, and finally his stiff back slumped:

"Our Zhang family has always cooperated with the Demon Suppression Division, and the relationship has always been close, it's my fault, I didn't greet him well, and I neglected Lord Zhao."

Zhang Chuanshi saw that these two people were tense at the beginning, and he was worried that one had a gloomy and eccentric temper, and the other would eventually make trouble if he didn't play cards according to reason, but he didn't expect Zhao Fusheng to calm down the paper man Zhang when he came, so that he could not restrain his temper and was willing to bow his head first, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Yes, yes, the Demon Suppression Division and the Zhang family have always been friends, everyone is their own people, if you have something to say, say it well......"

Zhang Chuanshi was sweating profusely, and his lips were trembling when he spoke.

A smile squeezed out of the paper man's stiff face:

"Chuanshi, why don't you hurry up and go into the house to boil water and make tea, I have something to say to Lord Zhao."

"Yes, yes, yes." Zhang Chuanshi's hand wiped down his head, and then shook off the sweat in his hand with all his might, and replied loudly with a happy face.

After saying that, he went into the house like a run for his life, hiding from these two reckless 'madmen'.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly, and then forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, calming down the irritable and abnormal mentality due to the influence of powerful ghosts.

After a long time, the influence of the powerful ghost gradually faded, and the ghost that almost reappeared reluctantly retreated into the shadows, waiting for the next time it appeared.

Her body warmed up slowly, but without the help of merit, it was surprisingly slow.

Zhao Fusheng was calm on the surface, but in his heart he was actually afraid of the previous scene.

But she didn't have a choice.

The paper man Zhang is different from the Fan brothers who were held hostage by the soul book of the Demon Suppression Division, those two brothers are just ordinary people, and the paper man Zhang is not a good thing, he is a ghost slave, and the aura on his body is also weird, if he is not suppressed first, the follow-up trouble will be endless.

As soon as Zhao Fusheng came, he gave him a dismount, which made him restrain his arrogance, and the conversation would be smoother later.

The layout of the Zhang family's house is quite complicated, a corridor turns into the inner house, and the surrounding wing rooms are built according to the corridor, and the layout of the entire Zhang family's house seems to be in the shape of "Hui".

Zhao Fusheng followed behind the paper man Zhang and turned his head to look at the side rooms - but saw that the doors of each side room were all painted with black paint, and the doors were closed.

But even so, when Zhao Fusheng walked through the corridor and passed by the doors of these wings, he smelled a faint smell of corpses.

The two of them walked around the winding corridor and finally arrived at the main house, and the paper figure stood in front of the house, and the door of the house seemed to sense his arrival, and opened with a 'creak' sound.

I saw that the light in the room was dim, and it looked a little eerie.

But Zhao Fusheng sensed that this place was unusually 'clean'.

Although because this room is not ventilated all year round, the smell inside is not good, with a smell of paper mixed with old musty.

But the rancid smell of the previous journey disappeared completely when he arrived here, and there was no cold feeling of the presence of ghosts in the house.

And a faint fragrance of tea washed away the dull taste, which was refreshing.

After the paper man opened the door, his body was slightly on one side, and Zhao Fusheng took the lead in entering the house and looked at the layout of the room.

This house is not small, and it seems that there should have been an exaggerated low table on the ground, but at this time, the table top was covered with all kinds of paper, blocking the table tightly.

The excess paper fell to the ground, making it almost difficult to get off your feet.

In the room, not only are the tables piled up with paper, but also the four sides of the room are also stored in large and small bundles of paper.

There seemed to be nothing else in the room other than paper, the only thing special was a small lamp pressed on top of the mountain of paper on the table.

The body of the lamp is made of bronze, as if it is old for the sake of old age, slightly blackened, with clear oil inverted inside, and a thin black wick twisted into a rope is placed in the oil, and the top is lit up like a bean sprout-like fire, illuminating the surroundings.

The layout of this room full of paper made Zhao Fusheng can't help but glance sideways at the paper figures:

"Sure enough, it's a paper man."

While speaking, Zhao Fusheng stretched out his hand and pulled out one of the papers, the paper was soft and delicate, and it was slightly warm to the touch, especially when she almost used the power of the ghost before, her body was still cold and abnormally cold under the influence of the ghost thing, and the feeling of the temperature of the paper in her hand was even clearer.

She realized that the paper was wrong and frowned:

"It's—"

"This is made of human skin, which is used to make 'ghost lamps.'" The paper man Zhang Yin said a word.

He stood in the doorway, his diminutive figure blocking out half of the light shining in from the doorway, and as he spoke, he spread his sleeves, the cuffs of which were like two outstretched wings, blocking out half of the light.

The rest of the light shone in from above his head, and his face was gloomy and a little.

"You've seen the 'ghost lantern', right?" His words were not like a simple question, but very determined.

The Fan brothers' plan failed, presumably in order to save their lives, many things would be told to her.

"Yes."

The moment Zhao Fusheng first heard the 'human skin', his body trembled, and the 'paper' in his hand was almost not steady.

There was resentment and unwillingness on the paper, as if she had a long mouth and wanted to bite her palm.

She froze, frowned, and put the paper back on the table:

"It is said that this thing can avoid being 'watched' by the ghosts."

"Not bad."

The paper man nodded.

Now, the two don't need to make any more detours.

He slammed the door shut and stepped briskly into the room, kicking the ankle-heavy paper on the ground to the sides with a rude lift to make two places for the man to sit cross-legged.

"You came to me to ask for a ghost lamp?"

"Not only that, I came to you to ask about the Liu family's case forty years ago."

When Zhao Fusheng first came to find the paper man Zhang, in addition to wanting to ask about the Liu family's case, he also wanted to find out the truth of the paper man Zhang.

But then Zhang Chuanshi's words made her change her mind.

If the paper figure has the technology to make 'ghost lanterns', the two sides can indeed cooperate temporarily and achieve a win-win situation for each other.

After speaking, Zhao Fusheng reached out from the placket, took out the file that she had put away, and handed it in the direction of the paper man.