CHAPTER XXXVII

When Zhao Fusheng thought of this, he couldn't help but be suspicious.

The characteristics of the ghosts she summed up at this time seem to be different from the rules of the ghost disaster that occurred in the Liu Huachengshou case forty years ago.

Liu Wu clearly said that at the Liu family's birthday banquet forty years ago, the reason why most of the survivors did not die at that time was that Su Long controlled the chaos, gathered everyone in one place, forbade them to move around, and avoided the opportunity for the ghosts to 'change their heads' and work too hard.

However, the characteristics of one person and one room in the alley are consistent with Su Long's 'forbidden action of everyone' back then, and Zhao Fusheng was not sure for a while whether this powerful ghost had advanced because he had killed too many people.

She always felt that there was something suspicious in it, but she hadn't really fought the ghost yet, so it was difficult to jump to conclusions.

At the same time, she was also disturbed by the Confucius Temple.

It was dark everywhere, but the Confucius Temple was still lit at this time, and I don't know what the situation was over there.

Where did the young man who went to the Demon Suppression Division to report the case that day mentioned by Fan Bi go after being rejected by the Demon Suppression Division?

The news of the paper man Zhang is half-true and half-false, but he mentioned that the ghost is hidden in the Confucius Temple, and there is a temple in the Confucius Temple.

……

She seems to be calm and calm on the surface, but after all, it is the first time to take the initiative to deal with the ghost case, and at this time she is alone, and she is still worried and afraid in her heart, so she can only think desperately to avoid her thoughts being affected by fear, and then lose her mind.

As the minutes ticked by, it was getting darker and darker.

The room she chose was not lit at all, and the alley was very quiet.

Every living mouth hiding here seemed to have deliberately retracted its voice, and in the darkness, it seemed that danger was brewing and was coming.

Zhao Fusheng always felt that there might have been dead people in this house before, and the bloody atmosphere was very strong.

The endless wait was painful.

As darkness descended and Zhao Fusheng lost the ability to see, Zhao Fusheng's other senses seemed to be magnified, and I don't know how long it took, perhaps because she hadn't eaten for a day, her nose suddenly smelled the aroma of rice porridge.

'Goo-'

The stomach squirmed frantically, and the stomach made a protest sound.

The sound was so loud that it was even a little harsh in the room.

Zhao Fusheng stayed in the extremely quiet environment for a long time, and when she heard the sound at first, her heart shrank, but soon, she didn't care about worrying about this.

Because as soon as the aroma wafted away, the sound of a gong was heard in the distance.

After Zhao Fusheng stepped into the ghost domain and stepped into the alley, the first feeling was: quiet.

The survivors here seem to be eager to rein in their sense of existence, whether they are afraid or hidden, they all restrain their voices, and even when they run, they bend their waists and tiptoe for fear of making a sound.

Therefore, the first moment she heard the sound of the gong, she was in a trance for a moment, and a ridiculous thought was born in her heart: she may have heard it wrong, everyone in this ghost street is terrified, how could someone deliberately ring the gong?

But as soon as this thought came into her mind, she immediately pinched it away.

She was not hallucinating, and someone had actually struck the gong just now—because then there were two loud bangs, 'bells, bells', that spread throughout the rice alley.

Then a man shouted:

"It's time to eat!"

I don't know if he was too hungry, Zhao Fusheng quickly secreted a lot of saliva when he heard 'eat'.

The man didn't say much else, his voice was clear, and he shouldn't be very old, like a young man in his late twenties.

The sound of shouting accompanied by the sound of gongs quickly spread throughout the street, and the extremely quiet environment of this place allowed his shouting to fully reach everyone's ears.

'Bell! ’

Another gong sounded, and then the young man shouted again:

"It's time to eat!"

'Bell! ’

"It's time to eat!"

The form of striking the gong and shouting was carried out three times, and then Zhao Fusheng heard the 'next door' move.

Only then did she realize that there were neighbors in her next door, and at this time, not only the people next door had moved, but everyone else also got up as if they had realized something.

The sound of the door opening was 'creaking', and many of the people who were hiding went out after night.

Zhao Fusheng was confused and confused.

At the beginning, there was one person and one room in the rice alley, although it was diametrically opposed to Su Long's method of 'everyone gathering' action back then, but everyone avoided it, which also reduced the chance of a single person hitting a ghost.

Now, as soon as a shout of 'open meal' sounded, the survivors who were hiding actually began to get up and gather again, which obviously violated the principle of everyone hiding separately before.

She vaguely realized that the ghosts in the alley were probably weird.

According to the paper man Zhang: The ghost in the rice alley is the same as the ghost in the Liu clan ancestral hall forty years ago.

And Liu Wu, who was driving the car, said: Forty years ago, the ghosts in the Liu clan ancestral hall mainly took heads, and when everyone was in chaos, they took away people's heads and put them on their bodies.

In such a situation, the quieter everyone is, the safer it is.

At this time, after the gong sounded, the survivors ran away from the house, which is strange.

Those who can survive here and survive until now should have a clear understanding of the law of ghost killing, and it is impossible to know that there is a dead end, but they want to do it.

Zhao Fusheng felt that there was a contradiction between the words of the paper man Zhang and Liu Wu, and one of them must be lying.

She didn't fully trust these two people, but although Liu Wu was suspicious, he was deeply afraid that he would pull him into the ghost domain, and he should know everything about his questioning, and the possibility of lying was not high.

On the contrary, it is a paper man, the original Zhao Fusheng and him have a blood feud, and now he has succeeded in controlling the ghosts, mastering the Demon Suppression Division, and showing a strong side when they first met, he must regard himself as the bane in his heart, and he wants to get rid of it quickly.

If he wants to kill himself, the most convenient way is to kill people through ghosts.

The words of the paper man Zhang may be eighty percent true or two percent false, so that it will appear more real, and the paper person Zhang only needs to conceal the key information, and then mislead herself a little, which is very likely to put her in danger.

Zhao Fusheng analyzed that the fact that Liu Huacheng, who was mentioned by the paper man Zhang, caused the revival of the ghost due to the case when he was in the imperial capital, is true, and then Liu Huacheng made meritorious service and took the decomposed ghost body back to Wan'an County, and suppressed it with Liu's luck.

And when it comes to the law of killing ghosts, he has vaguely brought it, so the origin of this ghost is suspicious.

And he was anxious to guide Zhao Fusheng to combine the ghost case of Forty Years ago with today's Yaofan Hutong, which made Zhao Fusheng wary of him.

Although he later took the initiative to show goodwill, both sending ghost lamps and mentioning the past of the Liu family, it did not dispel Zhao Fusheng's doubts.

In contrast, although Liu Wu's appearance and identity are too coincidental, what he said seems more credible.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng's thinking became clearer and clearer: if what Liu Wu said was true, then I am afraid that the ghost disaster in Yaofan Hutong was not the same ghost as the ghost disaster in the Liu clan ancestral hall forty years ago.

As soon as this thought came to her mind, she immediately felt a big headache.

Before she entered the Yaofan Hutong, she had made sufficient preparations for the ghost disaster of the year, and now if the two ghost disasters were unrelated, she would be ignorant of the powerful ghosts in this place, and she was trapped in the ghost domain.

Zhao Fusheng's face was cloudy.

But at this time, everyone else moved, and she naturally couldn't stay here.

If you don't enter the tiger's den, you can get the tiger.

Sometimes it's not necessarily a good thing to not move, but when you do, things may turn around.

She cheered herself desperately in her heart, and after two or three deep breaths in succession, she finally made up her mind, and then she also stood up and slammed open the closed door.

By this time, it was already dark outside.

However, she had been hiding in the dark for a long time, and her eyes had become accustomed to the darkness, so she could still see the streets.

The alley was very different from when she had just entered, and all the people who had been hiding during the day had come out, and like wandering ghosts, they rushed into the street, going deeper into the street.

And the direction in which they are moving is exactly the direction of the Confucius Temple where the lamp is lit.

The streets, which seem deserted during the day, quickly fill with people.

Zhao Fusheng didn't know what to do, but she also quickly blended into the crowd and followed everyone forward.

She noticed that although these people were moving forward, there was a distance between them, as if everyone was consciously avoiding others.

Zhao Fusheng tried to get close to a person, the person's expression was frightened, and he kept biting his lip, as if he was afraid of something, but the moment he sensed her approaching, he still instinctively avoided to the side.

She followed again, but the man avoided him again.

After a few times, the man finally realized something, and turned a skinny face in surprise, the look of horror in his eyes did not fade, and he looked at Zhao Fusheng's eyes with a warning color, signaling her to stay away from him.

"Fellow." Zhao Fusheng stepped forward with a smile and said hello, the man turned his head and wanted to leave, Zhao Fusheng stretched out his hand to drag him.

The moment he touched him, the man seemed to be greatly frightened, frantically shook his hands, made a 'ho-ho' sound in his mouth, his legs weakened, and the whole person fell asleep on the ground.

His appearance startled Zhao Fusheng, she didn't let go, but squatted down, and the man desperately kicked his legs and crawled forward.

The survivors behind the two and on both sides also followed, consciously bypassing the two and moving in the direction of the Confucius Temple.

Zhao Fusheng hesitated for a moment, seeing that this person was so frightened that the whites of his eyes rolled around, he was already foaming at the mouth, and immediately let go of his hand, as soon as the person was free, he immediately put away his tongue and quickly crawled forward, widening the distance between the two, and blending into the crowd.

“……”

She twitched her eyebrows twice, and saw the man walking left and right through the crowd, quickly blending in the darkness, and it was difficult to distinguish between them.

Never mind!

Anyway, there were people all around, and if she wanted to ask, she didn't necessarily have to pull that person.

But there must be something strange about the Confucius Temple, and she plans to go to the Confucius Temple with the public to find out first.

After walking forward for a while, the aroma of the rice became stronger and stronger, and the aroma of food lingered in the air, which made Zhao Fusheng so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back.

But when she looked left and right, she found that the expressions of the people who were traveling with her were very complicated, as if they were both scared and uneasy, and there was no joy at all about to 'eat'.

Could it be that there is something wrong with this meal?

When Fan Bi died and Liu Wu mentioned the ghost case of asking for rice in Hutong, they both mentioned one point: whether it was the Liu family in the past or the Confucius Temple in the future, they have always had the habit of giving porridge and water to the poor.

When Zhao Fusheng thought of this, he had an unbelievable thought in his heart: Could it be that the Confucius Temple was still giving alms at this time?

"It can't be......"

The ghost domain has been shrouded, and there are powerful ghosts traveling in the alley, and the Liu family's good deeds are still going on at this time?

But she turned her head to look around, and the pedestrians in the direction of the Confucius Temple seemed to be facing a great enemy, as if a great disaster was coming, and it did not look like they were about to accept alms.

Zhao Fusheng suppressed the doubts in his heart and walked forward quickly, she penetrated into the crowd, and when everyone saw her approaching, they dodged one after another, and their faces showed surprise.

After about a quarter of an hour, she finally saw the Temple of Confucius.

At this time, the Confucius Temple was still brightly lit, the lanterns hanging on several floors were lit up with white light, and a blue cloth signboard hung down under the flying eaves, with a big word written on it: Shi.

The doors of the Confucius Temple are open.

Compared to the bright lights outside, there are no lights inside.

The lobby is deep, at least 1,000 feet tall.

Several giant pillars hugged by two people are propped up in the main hall, raising the temple high.

Zhao Fusheng stood under the light and looked in from afar, only to see the light and shadow shining into most of the hall, but the inside was deep, as if there was no end of the abyss, and it was dark and empty as far as the eye could see.

In front of the entrance of the temple is a large open space, the open space is paved with cyan stone bricks, and a stone table similar to a tribute table is built outside the side of the gate, a large copper tripod is placed on the stone table, and several stacks of bowls are placed next to it.

An expressionless young man stood behind the table at this time, holding a soup spoon in his hand, and looked coldly at the crowd leaning over.

It's really charity!

After the haunted alley of Yaofan Hutong, there was still a practice in the Confucius Temple.

Zhao Fusheng suddenly realized that there was a ghost.

If something is abnormal, it is a demon.

Yaofan Hutong is shrouded in a ghost domain, and everyone is too busy to take care of themselves when the ghosts are infested, but the Confucius Temple acts as always, as if ignoring the terrible scene of the ghosts killing people, there must be a reason for this.

She wanted to stride forward and ask the young man what was going on.

But Zhao Fusheng hesitated for a moment, but still restrained his actions.

After discovering that there was something wrong with the Confucius Temple, and that the young man's actions might have a reason, she did not rush to identify herself to question, but stood aside and began to look at the scene.

To her surprise, the crowd that had been rushing here did not rush forward.

Everyone was anxious to go out, but when they arrived, they seemed to be afraid, as if they were afraid to be the first to eat.

"Could it be that the more you eat, the more strange things will happen?" Zhao Fusheng was secretly worried in his heart.

Her gaze fell on the young man with the spoon raised, and she began to look at him.

This person is not very old, at most twenty years old.

Compared with the people around him with yellow muscles and thin muscles, his figure is very tall, according to Zhao Fusheng's estimation, at least 1.8 meters up, looking quite burly.

His cheeks were well-defined, and his face was handsome, but the gloom in his expression made him look listless, and his face was slightly darker than the vitality of a young man.

Behind him, a gong was placed, and two wooden hammers wrapped in red cloth were placed beside him, apparently the same person who had struck the gong and called for dinner.

But Zhao Fusheng's eyes were not attracted by these things, and she noticed that there was a not very thick book next to the young man's left hand.

The book was strung with cotton thread, and there was no writing on the outside, so it was impossible to see what it was, but the eyes of the people around him looked at the book with horror and fear.

(End of chapter)