CHAPTER XXXVIII

"It's time to eat."

When the young man saw that everyone was cowering and did not dare to step forward, he couldn't help but bow his head.

The pale light shone on his face, his eyebrow bones were slightly deep, and his eye sockets were full of shadows, making him look a little gloomy.

Half an hour later, he bit the muscles of his cheek hard and shouted again.

'Wow-'

There was a commotion in the crowd, but no one dared to step forward without permission.

He was silent for a moment, then finally sighed, put down the spoon with a 'bang', then rubbed his hand on his body twice, and after a few deep breaths, he raised his head, calmly picked up the book that was on his left hand, and then opened it casually.

It was a very strange situation.

Liu Jiale is kind and charitable, and has always been quite famous in Wan'an County, and Yaofan Hutong is even named because the Liu family's continuous charity after the relocation has attracted poor audiences from all over the world.

After the ghost realm enveloped this place, the people in this place could not enter or exit, and many people were trapped in this place without food or drink, and the Confucius Temple continued to give alms - this almost became the only source of food for the trapped people.

It stands to reason that everyone should be rushing for food, but at this time, when the rice is cooked and brought out, no one dares to be the first to come forward to beg for food, and someone needs to call their names.

Zhao Fusheng's question slowly arose in his heart: Could it be that the people of Wan'an County in the Han Dynasty are so qualified?

She was thinking wildly, but she saw that as the young man turned over the book, the people around her showed unease and panic.

Many people clasped their hands, as if they were sitting still, and after a while, his eyes fell on one of the books, and then he shouted:

"Wang Shuicai—"

"Is Wang Shuicai here?"

When the people around the Confucius Temple heard him shout the name 'Wang Shuicai', many people were pardoned.

Just as everyone was about to smile, the young man did not hear the answer of 'Wang Shuicai' for a long time.

The scene was quiet for a long time, and the smiles on the faces of many people who showed signs of happiness froze, and a strange tense atmosphere once again shrouded everyone's hearts.

The young man then shouted again:

"Wang Shuicai is not there? Still alive? ”

"......" was a little weird, Zhao Fusheng turned his head to look around, everyone's expressions were numb, and they didn't seem to be surprised by this.

The young man sighed: "Wang Shuicai seems to be—"

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone knew that this 'Wang Shuicai' should be dead.

The young man turned the other page of the book again with a blank face, and shouted again:

"Sun Fu—Sun Fu."

As soon as his voice fell, someone in the crowd suddenly fell to the ground with a 'bang'.

The man who was paralyzed on the ground was so frightened that his face was colorless and he couldn't stop shaking.

But as soon as this scene happened, the originally dead crowd instantly 'lived'.

The previous cold field was broken, and many people enthusiastically stepped forward to set up the fallen man and dragged him to the direction where the porridge water was placed.

And the man who was erected was desperately swinging, and his mouth shouted:

"I don't want it, I don't want to eat - spare my life, spare my life - ghost grandpa spare my life."

This person's words revealed a lot of useful information, and Zhao Fusheng's eyes lit up and he saw some clues.

There was really a problem with the alms of the Confucius Temple, and the people who were named were like mourners, and the first person who was named did not answer, depending on the situation, he had already died;

The second person named was overly frightened, as if death was imminent after being named.

This person kept shouting 'Ghost Grandpa spares his life', could it be that the ghost killer will come according to the roster?

This absurd idea has been a little incredulous for a lifetime, and Zhao Fusheng himself has been a little incredulous.

Immediately afterwards, the young man who gave charity had a blank look on his face, and he stared at the man for a long time, and finally put down the book in his hand, turned to a bowl, and put a large spoonful of sparse soup from the pot into the bowl, and handed it to the man:

"I'll give you more—"

"I-I don't want to—I don't want to die-"

But Sun Fu's screaming had no effect, and the moment he clicked on his name, it was like a king of Hades asking for his life.

He sat down on the ground, his hands clenched, his two legs as thin as hemp rods kept kicking, and the movements were so fierce that his bare feet rubbed blood on the ground.

But the people around him didn't care if he wanted it or not, and several people twisted his arm together, and the force was so great that his bones made a 'gurgling' cracking sound.

There was a hint of hesitation in the young man's eyes, but he finally put the bowl of porridge in his palm.

The moment Sun Fu received the porridge bowl, he instantly burst into tears.

The porridge bowl fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces, and the sparse porridge was sprinkled on the ground, with a few grains of rice floating in it mixed with unknown millet grains.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die-"

He shouted frantically, but unfortunately at the moment when he received the porridge, the others avoided him a little like a plague god.

With the first person to take the porridge, those who had previously avoided giving alms and were afraid of them suddenly came to life, and they all surrounded the young people.

Zhao Fusheng was also busy squeezing into the crowd, she had already realized that this ghost disaster was a little weird, and she wanted to watch the relationship between this young man's charity and the ghost.

The crowd was very crowded, and unlike the previous retreat from the porridge stall, the survivors at this time rushed to get the porridge, and the scene was chaotic.

Zhao Fusheng was squeezed to the point where she almost died, and the crowd that was frantically advancing enveloped her, lifted her up, and kept her on the ground, so that she did not die from the ghost disaster, but almost died in the hands of these people who were crowded to get porridge.

"Ahem, ahem—"

Her cheeks were swollen with cough, and most of the people drank the porridge at a rapid pace, and she stood in front of the porridge stand, and as time passed, the young man gradually lost his composure, and showed a little anxious.

He frequently looked up and looked around, as if he was paying attention to something, and then took the bowl with one hand and made porridge with the other, and at the moment when he handed the porridge bowl to Zhao Fusheng, he seemed to finally realize something, turned his head, looked at her seriously, and then said.

"You're a little nasty!"

After finishing speaking, he seemed to remember something, and said with some surprise:

"You were the one who knocked loudly on the door this afternoon?"

Zhao Fusheng had just entered the ghost domain at that time, and he made a great noise.

The ghost domain was silent, and the sound spread throughout the entire Yao Fan Hutong, and the young man who gave alms in front of the Confucius Temple seemed to have heard her movement at that time.

Since Zhao Fusheng entered the Yaofan Hutong, she has been trying to communicate with people several times, but the others are either frightened or hostile, and no one has spoken to her at all.

At this moment, someone finally accosted her, her eyes lit up, and she was about to speak, but the young man's face sank, and he quickly put the bowl back:

"Get out of here—"

After he said this, he seemed to realize that something was wrong:

"If you enter here, how can you get out?"

"You—" He held the bowl of porridge with a look of embarrassment.

"Hurry, hurry!"

The others were desperately urging, and the young man who had been looking blank since giving alms was probably because he saw Zhao Fusheng for the first time at this time, and his expression changed slightly.

He seemed to be a little hesitant, as if he didn't know whether to hand over the porridge to Zhao Fusheng's hands.

The young man's expression was uncertain, but under the urging of the people around him, he still handed over the porridge:

"You're new here, aren't you?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded, and the young man said in a panic:

"You are not familiar with this place, after drinking the porridge, you quickly find an empty house to go into, don't come out when you hear the sound, just stay up until tomorrow."

"I have something to ask you." Zhao Fusheng hesitated, cautiously not daring to take the porridge bowl.

But she didn't take it, and someone next to her jumped out like lightning, took the porridge bowl, and stuffed it into her arms.

"it!"

She scolded angrily, and the porridge water poured out and spilled all over her.

The man who had done all this sneered and looked at her with ill will, his eyes flushed with malice that could not be concealed.

"It's okay, it's okay."

The young man hurriedly comforted her, but Zhao Fusheng felt that something was not quite right.

The moment she took the porridge, a cold feeling permeated her body, as if in a dark corner, a pair of cold eyes were staring at her, waiting for an opportunity to take her life.

This feeling of being spied on is all too familiar.

Whether it's when she's touching the Book of Souls, or when she's stirring up a haunted ghost that's about to revive, that's how it feels.

Of course, what made her feel most desperate was the reminder of the god list.

At this time, in the sea of knowledge, the Fengshen List reminded: The host's name is recorded in a book.

"What is a book?"

Her eyelids kept jumping, her body swayed, and her face showed a look of ignorance and unknown, but her body was far more honest than her words, and her eyes looked at the book in the young man's hand, and her eyes gradually became a little desperate.

From the previous situation, it seems that it should be a register, and it is likely that the person who has received the alms of the Confucius Temple will register his name on it, and after being named, he may face the attack of evil ghosts.

“！！！”

Zhao Fusheng was furious, she threw the bowl in her hand, and reached out to drag the person who had just framed her.

But the man was not stupid, and immediately blended into the crowd after framing the person, and soon disappeared without a trace, never to be seen again.

When the young man saw her muttering to himself, his eyes still staring at the book, he couldn't help but cry out in his heart:

"Impossible."

After he finished speaking, he reached out to touch the book, but when the tips of his fingers touched the book, he was provoked to retract it, and his mouth let out a 'sizzle' gasp.

The book originally had no temperature, he had taken it before, but when he touched it again at this time, it was extremely cold.

This thing has been in the restaurant alley for a long time, and it involves countless lives, and it has already appeared evil.

The young man's face was very ugly, and he took another deep breath and picked up the book.

After a while, his hands were cold, and he couldn't help but open the book, quickly turning a few pages, and then his gaze fixed on a certain place.

He had been giving alms here for a long time, and he was already familiar with the faces and names of everyone who came to receive the porridge and water.

The young man's eyes paused for a moment on a name, and then he looked up at Zhao Fusheng:

"Your name is Zhao Fusheng?"

There was still hope in his eyes, and Zhao Fusheng's face was even more ugly than him.

She didn't speak, but her expression undoubtedly answered the young man's question.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! The ghost is coming!"

The two were about to talk again, but someone next to them was frantically urging, and Zhao Fusheng's head was 'buzzing'.

She was forced to take a bowl of porridge, and after receiving the porridge, her name was on the book, and there was a strong evil aura on it, as if it was something related to a ghost.

It's just that this is not a good time for her to ask, and the person next to her is shouting, 'The ghost is coming', and the crisis is coming.

Things were so bad that Zhao Fusheng calmed down.

It's a blessing or a curse, and it's a disaster that can't be avoided.

She looked down at the bowl with only a small half of soup left in her hand, and suddenly laughed:

"It seems that I am destined to eat this bowl of rice."

After she had said this, she handed the bowl to the young man again, and shouted:

"Hey, give me another bowl of rice."

Her name has been branded as a 'book of names' anyway, and it is useless to be angry at this time, after she was reborn, she happened to have no rice in the grain, and this bowl of porridge could not be taken and accepted, if there was no food to eat, wouldn't it be suffocated to death.

After speaking, he added:

"I'm hungry."

“……”

The young man was stunned by her reaction, and finally smiled bitterly and fed her another bowl of porridge.

As she said, he deliberately fished out the bottom of the pot, most of which were millet, and when the young man saw her take the bowl, he couldn't help but wonder:

"You can think about it."

"I can't think of it, you crossed out my name."

The "......" young man was stunned by her and didn't dare to say anything.

Zhao Fusheng drank the bowl of bitter and unbearable mixed corn porridge in three or two sips, and then said:

"I have something to ask you."

He was busy making porridge for other people, and every time he handed out a bowl of porridge, he looked at the people in front of him, as if to confirm the identities of these people.

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's question, he nodded:

"Not at this time, I'm very busy, you quickly find a room where no one is there to hide, after tomorrow, you will find me here tomorrow-"

After speaking, he seemed to remember something and reminded:

"Don't come in, don't go into the Temple of the Master."

"Right at the door." He repeatedly reminded:

"As soon as you call my name, I'll come out."

This place is shrouded in the ghost domain, he can't escape anyway, and it seems that he has to cook porridge here to give alms, Zhao Fusheng heard what he said, nodded, and then put the empty bowl down, and immediately turned to leave.

After a period of ghost trouble, the house here was half empty, she randomly found a room to get into, and locked the door.

After all this was done, the sound of running and the door began to sound outside.

Soon, she heard the sound of someone moving the dishes and chopsticks and miscellaneous items, and soon everything was calm.

Darkness descends, and ghosts arrive.

In the extreme silence, Zhao Fusheng heard his heartbeat 'Woo Woo'.

With every beat of her heart, her chest trembled, and she held her breath, wondering if she was extremely nervous, and suddenly heard a strange sound in her ears.

In addition to the 'hooping' sound of the heartbeat, it was as if there was another sound mixed in.

'Woo--

The blood around Zhao Fusheng's body quickly froze, and a cold ghost aura hit the street, and a thick black gas surged into the cracks in the door panel at some point in the broken house.

'Click, click, click. ’

Heavy footsteps rang out.

(End of chapter)