CHAPTER XXXIX

After eating the soup and water, all the survivors had gone into hiding, and there was an eerie silence in the alley.

According to the reminder of the young man in the Confucius Temple, after the almsgiving, the ghosts are coming, and everyone has already hid as if they were hiding and seeking.

At this time, those who dare to walk on the streets wantonly, except for the ghosts, I am afraid that there is no other existence.

“……”

The devil is coming!

Zhao Fusheng stood upside down, and the first thought in his heart: the deterrence of powerful ghosts is too terrifying.

At the critical moment, she subconsciously reached into her arms and touched the box of lamp oil that the paper man gave her.

According to the paper man Zhang and Zhang Chuanshi, this lamp oil has the risk of blocking the prying eyes of powerful ghosts.

As long as the lights are shrouded, it is impossible for the ghosts to discover her existence.

Thinking like this, Zhao Fusheng felt a little relieved.

Once he had a talisman, the fear in Zhao Fusheng's heart gradually faded, and then his eagerness to try came out crazily.

She entered the alley to ask for food, and she came to solve the ghost disaster, and now that the ghost is now, she naturally can't dodge.

"Whew-hiss-hiss-hiss-"

After taking a few deep breaths, Zhao Fusheng forcibly suppressed the mentality of wanting to escape, crawled towards the door, and carefully opened the crack in the door in the sound of a rapid and crazy heartbeat.

The door was old, and it made a sound with a slight flick.

It usually doesn't sound loud, but it is very harsh in the extreme silence.

When Zhao Fusheng heard the sound, his mind was blank for a moment, his heartbeat soared, his hand trembled twice, and the lamp oil box he was holding in his hand almost fell.

She paused for a moment, grabbed the oil box, and forced herself to calm down.

The crisis did not come in a shadow, and her mind suddenly remembered what Fan Bi had mentioned: rules.

Ghost killing has its own rules.

After triggering the rules of the ghost, even if you hold your breath and concentrate, you still can't avoid the ghost asking for your life;

But if there is no killing law that triggers the ghosts, even if you are in the same room with the ghosts, there may not be only a dead end.

According to what she saw and heard after entering the alley, it seemed that a ghost killed someone, and it was related to the 'one book'.

On the 'One Book', the 'Sun Fu' who was named earlier was obviously the unlucky guy who triggered the ghost killing rule next.

Thinking like this, Zhao Fusheng's mind quickly became lively again.

She had the courage to put her head to the crack in the door, after all, she was going to deal with ghosts, even though she was reborn in this era, and after being haunted by evil ghosts, she was already mentally prepared to fight ghosts in the future, but Zhao Fusheng still did a while of psychological construction, and then opened his eyes suddenly.

The scene on the street caught her eye.

I saw that at this time, the streets of Yaofan Hutong were empty, and I don't know when, the black and billowing evil atmosphere was permeated.

A damp and mildewy smell came first, and the pungent smell of blood and the unique smell of the corpse's rancid body were entangled, forming a smell of death, which burrowed into Zhao Fusheng's nose.

She held her breath and stared at the ghostly mist with wide eyes.

In the black mist, a vague figure slowly walked through the black air.

'Click, click, click-'

Footsteps sounded, and the stiff shadow came out of the fog, gradually becoming clearer, and approached the street where Zhao Fusheng was hiding.

Ghost!

Zhao Fusheng hadn't seen the face of the black shadow clearly, but the unique evil aura and cold of the powerful ghost had already taken the lead in covering it, and the shadow was getting closer and closer, gradually breaking away from the black fog and appearing in front of her eyes.

Her free hand gripped the door panel, trying to steady her trembling body while suppressing her fear of escaping.

Zhao Fusheng knew that fear would only be bad, and if she didn't take the opportunity to remember the characteristics of powerful ghosts, when it was her turn to trigger the rules in the future, it would be her time of death.

Her eyes widened as she watched the 'shadow' step by step emerge from the black mist.

After seeing the appearance of the ghost clearly, Zhao Fusheng's face became gloomy.

The ghost that appeared in front of her at this time was completely different from the headless ghost mentioned in Liu Wu's mouth.

This ghost has a head!

It has a thin, slightly rickety, and its limbs are as thin as hemp stalks.

The head of the ghost with gray and white loose hair stood on its slender neck, and what deserved Zhao Fusheng's attention was that its hands hanging down between his legs seemed to be one long and one short.

Its body was mottled with blood, and its exposed skin was bruised and patched, covered with large and small corpse spots.

A flesh-stained forehead hung loosely, obscuring one of its dead fish-gray eyes, while the other was covered with a gray mist.

The corpse of the ghost is stiff, the knees do not bend when walking, and the feet are heavy, which makes it a little strange to move, making it easy to distinguish the ghost from the human at a glance.

“……”

Zhao Fusheng's face was unusually ugly.

She knew that Fan would die and the paper figure was not a good thing, and they knew that she was going to investigate the ghost case, probably hoping that she would die in the alley of asking for food, and would not completely tell the true clues of the ghost.

Therefore, before she entered Yaofan Hutong, she was very cautious and prepared repeatedly, but she didn't expect the worst to happen - the ghost in Yaofan Hutong was not the ghost disaster of the Liu family forty years ago.

The characteristics of the two ghosts are completely different, and the clues she collected before are equivalent to being invalidated in one fell swoop.

But when she thought about it, it wasn't necessarily that bad.

After all, Liu Wu mentioned that although the ghost disaster in the Liu clan ancestral hall forty years ago was committed by a headless ghost, the headless ghost killed people by taking the heads of the living.

Maybe the head on the ghost neck at this time may not be its original face, maybe it was killed and captured.

Thinking like this, Zhao Fusheng felt a little relieved.

She held back her apprehension, her eyes widening to see if there were any stitching marks on the ghost's neck—but the black fog and the instinctual fear of her body affected her, and she couldn't see the clues.

The ghost wandered aimlessly up and down the street, turning to the other end at the end of the alleyway.

The ghost disappeared into the night sky with the black fog, and the sound of 'click, click' gradually moved away.

Zhao Fusheng put his face on the crack of the door in horror and sniffed for a long time, but he didn't hear a scream in the distance.

The ghost didn't know where she had gone, and she was wondering if she should light the ghost lantern and go out to find out—

The sound of heavy footsteps of 'click, click, click' sounded again.

The ghost seems to be coming back again, and it comes quickly.

After a while, the ghostly breath of the black gas wrapped in the fishy smell and the smell of mold and rot returned, and the ghost reappeared from the alley at the other end.

At the corner of the alleyway, it suddenly turned around, and the terrible grimace with blue and purple staggered turned around, and looked at Zhao Fusheng who was looking out through the crack in the door with an expressionless face.

“！！！”

Zhao Fusheng's heart shrank heavily when he was seen by this, thinking that when he was about to be in trouble, the ghost turned his head away again, and then walked slowly in the direction opposite the house where Zhao Fusheng was hiding.

It walked along the threshold, and the people in the opposite room had already heard the ghost's footsteps.

For the breath of the ghost, the survivors who have survived in the rice alley until now are more familiar with Zhao Fusheng than Zhao Fusheng.

Perhaps knowing that death was approaching, the hearts of those hiding in this house instantly rose to their throats.

The ghost passed by room by room, and finally stopped in front of a closed door, and after a moment, suddenly began to knock on the door.

'Duh! Aggressive! ’

Such a move was unexpected by Zhao Fu's business, she didn't expect the ghost to be so qualified, and he knew to knock on the door before he wanted to enter the house.

This absurd act more or less distracted her fear, and the people in the house naturally did not dare to open the door.

But when he learned that he had been chosen by the ghost, there was a desperate cry of dying in the room.

The sound of whimpering instantly reverberated through the street, and the echo reverberate.

'Aggressive! ’

Unaffected by the screams, the ghost still knocked on the door.

After the third knock on the door, the ghost's originally solid figure gradually collapsed.

Its horrible bruised, bruised, flesh-and-purple body seeped through the door like liquefied asphalt, and the door melted into a huge hole.

Through the dark door hole, Zhao Fusheng saw the figure of the ghost reorganizing in the house, it dragged its heavy and stiff body into the house, and then the ghost was engulfed in darkness, and with less effort, a man suddenly screamed in horror in the house:

"Ahh

But the scream soon stopped abruptly, and then a scalp-tinging tearing sound was heard.

The rice alley shrouded in the ghost domain was so quiet that the needles could be heard at this time, and the survivors held their breath and stared.

Because of this, the slightest sound is amplified to the extreme.

The sound of blood splashing, as if there was a delicate 'Sisuo' sound when a big hand stirred into the mud and turned, clearly came into Zhao Fusheng's ears.

Nervousness, fear, and a sense of happiness for the rest of the catastrophe were mixed in the rich smell of blood, which was also mixed with the characteristic miasma of internal organs, which was slightly spicy.

The ghost who had successfully hunted quickly came out of the darkness, and the ghost at this time was completely different from before.

Its originally shriveled belly was like a full meal, and it was abnormally swollen several times.

Several pieces of blood-stained intestines were wrapped around his body and arms, and blood stains and undigested feces from the intestines were scattered 'tricklingly'.

The ghost held a human head in his hands, and the eyes on the head were wide open, and the lips were open, revealing sparse yellow teeth stained with blood, and the horror and horror before death were frozen on the face of the unlucky ghost.

Zhao Fusheng witnessed a hunt of powerful ghosts, and the whole person was shocked.

This kind of deterrence is not something that can be described in a few words from the file of the Demon Suppression Division.

But she knew that this was not the time for her to be afraid, Zhao Fusheng tried his best to force himself to ignore the fear brought to her by the ghost killing, and his eyes fell on the head and face of the person who was held by the ghost in his hand.

Although this person's face was distorted because of the pain before death, Zhao Fusheng could vaguely recognize that this was the first 'Sun Fu' to be named when he gave alms in front of the Confucius Temple in the evening.

The ghost kills people according to the 'one book'.

In other words, the alms of the Confucius Temple are related to the killing of powerful ghosts, and the 'Book of One' is also an extraordinary thing, and it should be closely related to powerful ghosts.

Judging from the current clues, after the Confucius Temple is almsgiving, everyone who has served the rice bowl of the Confucius Temple will most likely be registered.

And the ghost will kill according to the roster, and when the charity begins, the first person named will enter the 'sight' of the ghost, and will become the target of the ghost hunt in this round of ghost wandering.

Zhao Fusheng's thinking turned quickly, and she quickly found from this series of clues that the way to escape the law of killing ghosts is very simple: that is, the bowl of the Temple of the Master of Impropriety.

If you do not receive alms from the Confucius Temple, your name will not appear in the same register.

Those who don't appear on the list are not in the sight of the ghosts.

If the law that Fan Bi said is absolutely accurate, then the person who has not violated the law of powerful ghosts is standing in front of the ghosts, and it may also turn a blind eye.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng's face turned pale.

She is aware of the darkness of human nature.

The survivors who have survived here until now should have known this a long time ago, but at that time, in front of the Confucius Temple, there were still people who forcibly stuffed the porridge water that the young man gave him into his hands, forcing him to be listed as ghosts.

When she thought of this, she felt a sense of annoyance and disgust, and this anger quickly turned to murder, and she wanted to find out the malicious survivor and let him learn the evil spirit's methods.

Zhao Fusheng quickly realized the violence in his heart, and this mood was obviously not normal.

She had used the power of the ghost once, and although she had eliminated the influence of the ghost through the merits of the god list, it seemed that the sequelae of the ghost were stronger than she had imagined.

Although she was free from the control of the ghosts at that time, the ghosts still had a great influence on her, and she tried her best to calm her anger, trying to avoid being disturbed by this anger, and instead focused her attention on the law of killing ghosts.

Ghosts kill people by name according to a book, and she has already thought of a way to avoid the law of ghosts, but it is not very applicable at this time.

The alley has been shrouded in a ghost domain, and the survivors trapped in the alley have nowhere to escape.

In life, we must eat whole grains.

When they are desperate, the charity of Confucius Temple is their only chance to live, even if this bowl of rice is a deadly severed rice, but they have to be decent.

Zhao Fusheng can also guess the situation after that: the survivors trapped in the Confucius Temple continue their lives through almsgiving, and the ghosts kill people through the almsgiving list.

The two form a perfect dead end, and the people who live here cannot escape or avoid it, but can only suffer and passively wait for death.

If you don't enter the alley and drive away the ghosts, you won't be able to complete the task, and everyone will be trapped in the ghost domain!

After thinking about all this, Zhao Fuchang let out a long sigh. One life died.

The ghost 'returned satisfied', and followed the direction he came, 'click, click' away, the ghost's figure was wrapped in black fog, and the footsteps gradually disappeared, and finally disappeared.

All the survivors breathed a sigh of relief, and a faint sob.

This sound is a signal, even if the people who have been trapped here for a period of time are afraid of the ghost, but the death of many people has also made the survivors figure out the killing law of this ghost earlier than Zhao Fusheng.

They are trapped here, desperately waiting for their time to die, living in fear of happiness every day, and the cycle repeats.

The black mist filled every part of the alley, and the two diametrically opposed atmospheres of despair and happiness merged into the ghost aura and spread out in this ghost domain.

Zhao Fusheng summarized the clues, and quickly realized his negligence:

"No, it's not."

She originally roughly summarized that every time the ghost appears after giving alms, it will kill one person if it appears.

But then she remembered that the streets and houses shrouded by the ghost domain were one person per room, and the young man in front of the Confucius Temple had also reminded her when he handed her food: she was looking for an empty house with no one.

In other words, the rule of ghost killing may not be based on 'number of people', but on 'one room'.

The moment the ghost knocks on the door, the people in the house are undoubtedly marked as the prey of the ghost, indicating that death is approaching.

I haven't figured out where this ghost came from, how it was formed, and what kind of method it used to kill Zhao Fusheng, but it is certain that it is not the same ghost as the headless ghost before Liu Huacheng's birthday banquet forty years ago.

Although she was forced to choose this ghost case out of desperation, the paper man Zhang did deceive her and lured her into a dead end by following her needs.

Fortunately, she burned the paper man Zhang's nest, which can be regarded as a bad breath for herself in advance.

She began to wonder where this terrible ghost came from.

Ghosts are inseparable from the almsgiving of Confucius Temple, and the killing of ghosts involves the list of alms of Confucius Temple, and Confucius Temple was rebuilt from the Liu Ancestral Hall of the year, so there must be some connection between the two.

At this time, the young man who guarded the Confucius Temple was the key to solving the mystery.

Zhao Fusheng thought of this, his eyes were deep.

She sat down on the floor, gathered her strength for a moment, put the box of oil back in her arms, and then crawled on all fours and retracted into the corner and sat down.

Although she had made preparations before she came in, and there was a powerful ghost hidden in her body, witnessing the ghost killing people still had a great psychological impact on Zhao Fusheng, who was born in a peaceful and prosperous world.

Seeing the disappearance of a human life at this scene is different from dreaming, which is more shocking and cruel than a dream.

Fan Bi's reminder of death sounded in her mind: dealing with ghosts, nine deaths.

She touched the lamp oil in her arms, touched the soul book that she carried closely, and then touched her back, and at the same time her consciousness sank into the sea of consciousness and looked at the god position of the god list, which was a little relieved.

The ghost has already killed people and left, but the vigilance of the rice alley has not faded.

Everyone's hearts were filled with fear, the air was thick with blood, and the breath of death spread through the streets, being inhaled into everyone's lungs.

Although Zhao Fusheng had already guessed that she was safe for the time being, she was not mentally prepared to confront the ghosts head-on when she saw the ghosts killing people at the beginning.

The reminder of the young man in front of the Confucius Temple sounded in her mind, so that she did not dare to gamble easily and open the door.

As time passed, the black fog gradually dissipated, and the whole street was shrouded in gray mist, and the suffocating cold feeling faded like a tide.

Zhao Fusheng got up slowly and moved her hands and feet, she still has a lot of things to do today, she can't always be trapped here, meaninglessly waiting for death.

After a night of precipitation, she has adjusted her mentality.

When the blood flowed and the numb hands and feet had regained their flexibility, she opened the door that had been held all night.

When the door creaked open, she could sense a lot of eyes around her secretly staring at her through the crack in the door, just like she had been when she spied on the ghost last night.

She turned her head a little uncomfortably, and looked at the feeling of being spied on, and the peeping eyes quickly moved away, and then fell on her unscrupulously.

Zhao Fusheng frowned.

She was short on time, and there was no need to waste it confronting these people all the time.

Thinking of this, she hurriedly looked up to see the direction of the Confucius Temple.

Since entering the Yaofan Hutong yesterday, she found that there seems to be no day and night in the ghost domain, but she can still barely tell the time from some subtleties.

When the Confucius Temple was giving alms, the words of the young man revealed that it was supposed to be 'night'.

Demons appear at night, and there will be a short 'safe time' after the ghosts kill and leave, when the black fog turns gray, and the 'daytime' that the youth refers to should be at this time.

The Confucius Temple is as eye-catching as ever in the ghost realm, and the lantern that was lit up has not been extinguished at this time.

Zhao Fusheng settled down, and then strode in the direction of the Confucius Temple.

She has a good memory, and this ghost case is a matter of life and death, so last night, whether it was before going to pick up Na Giving or after leaving the porridge, she deliberately paid attention to the surrounding terrain and memorized all the details of the buildings and roads.

This kind of caution and carefulness once made her handy in her work, and now it is very likely that it will save her life at a critical moment.

She soon came to the Confucius Temple.

The Confucius Temple at this time was in stark contrast to when she came last night.

The front of the Confucius temple was cold and empty, the surroundings were silent, and the stone table of the soup soup case on the side was empty, and all the miscellaneous items were cleaned.

There was no wind in the ghost domain, and there was no sound of birds chirping and insects, and after the ghost killing last night, the survivors retracted their voices and were so quiet that they could hear the pins dropping.

The temple door is still wide open, the light illuminates half of the hall inside, and the surroundings are extremely quiet, and you can't feel half of the breath of a living person.

The bluestone floor tiles in front of the gate of Confucius Temple were wet, as if she had just had a heavy rain before she came, washing away the stone bricks and cracks on the ground, and the water trails were submerged into the mud between the cracks, and a unique smell of earth was rushed.

But I don't know if it was because she witnessed the sequelae of the ghost's murder last night, she always felt that in addition to the smell of muddy water, there was also a faint smell of blood and the residual musty smell on the tip of the ghost.

Zhao Fusheng couldn't help but lower his head, twisted his shirt and sniffed it, and finally swept his gaze over the water-washed ground.

At this time, the sky was about to dawn, and the ghost had just disappeared, and the surviving crowd did not dare to come out and walk around.

Yaofan Hutong is in the ghost domain, there is no day and night, all natural phenomena are isolated here, it is naturally impossible to appear heavy rain out of thin air, the ground in front of the Confucius Temple can not be an accident, it should be someone washed in advance.

She bit her lip, the chapped skin on her lips grinding into her teeth.

Zhao Fusheng looked up-

The lantern above the Confucius Temple has not been extinguished, and it looks like it has been lit from last night to now.

The light of the lantern was pale and illuminated the bright blue plaque above, enveloping the surrounding open space in the white light.

Zhao Fusheng stood in the light and shadow, instinctively giving birth to a sense of discomfort, and subconsciously wanted to hide his figure.

After losing the lively crowd, the Confucius Temple, the only light illuminated hall in the ghost domain, turned out to be extremely weird and gloomy, which made people shudder.

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