CHAPTER XLIV

Time passed little by little, and it was quickly getting dark.

Zhao Fusheng forcibly opened a closed door again, and under the angry and resentful gaze of the people in the room, she scanned the scene in the room, and then heard the familiar sound of the gong ringing in her ears.

'Bell-'

'Bell-'

'Bell-'

"It's time for dinner." The sound of the gong shattered the tranquility of the ghost domain, and Liu Yizhen's shouting sounded at the same time:

"It's time for dinner."

Zhao Fusheng couldn't tell for a moment whether he was shouting to the survivors or to the ghosts.

When the time for alms comes, it means that the time for the ghosts to hunt for food is approaching.

When the originally trembling survivors in the room heard this, they were stunned at first, and then their eyes showed despair, and their bodies trembled.

Half an hour later, he jumped up violently, as if he was afraid of being left behind, and rushed out of the house.

Zhao Fusheng also sighed in disappointment and walked onto the street.

She had nothing to find out the rules of the road today, so she had to wait for the night ghost to go on a trip.

People who had been hidden for a day and a night rushed out of the house at this time, barely gasping for breath and filling their stomachs, and survived with a bowl of gruel.

These people don't know that they have been on the 'list' of powerful ghosts, and sooner or later they will be killed by powerful ghosts, and they are still greedy for life, perhaps fantasizing that one day the demon suppressor of the imperial court will save this place.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng couldn't help frowning.

In front of the Confucius Temple, there were already a lot of people standing sparsely at this time, and in the lanes in the distance, there were still many people who came quickly.

On the stone table in front of the temple, a big tripod was placed again, the tripod was full of porridge, Liu Yizhen, who was holding a big spoon, stood in front of the tripod, and the book was quietly placed on his right hand.

"It's time for dinner."

Liu Yizhen shouted again.

Everyone ran fast when they heard the sound of 'opening the meal', but when they really got closer, everyone knew who was in the front, and who might be the last bowl of severed rice to eat.

So last night's pre-charity opening scene happened again, and no one wanted to be the first to receive almsgiving.

"Ahh

Liu Yizhen's face showed a helpless and tangled look, he sighed, and put down the spoon again, ready to take the roster.

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng came out of the crowd:

"Fetch me food first."

She is the commander of the Demon Suppression Division, and she came here to solve the ghost disaster, and evading it will not solve the problem after all.

What's more, she has basically figured out the killing rules of the ghosts, and any further evasion and delay will only increase the casualties.

She has already been registered, and sooner or later she will not be able to escape the ghost asking for her life, so why waste more time here and watch more innocent people die?

Zhao Fusheng's appearance made everyone breathe a sigh of relief, and many people showed ecstasy and joy on their faces.

Liu Yizhen was stunned for a moment, and the hand holding the spoon hesitated a little:

"You-"

He already knew Zhao Fusheng's identity and why she came here.

But he has already explained the cause to Zhao Fusheng, if she is smart, she will know that she is hiding here and waiting for life.

At this time, is it because he has a ghost to control him, so he doesn't know how thick the sky is? Or is it a vain attempt to save the living with useless kindness?

"You know, this ghost—" He frowned and persuaded, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Zhao Fusheng:

"It's fine."

She had already made up her mind.

Zhao Fusheng is not a hesitant person, once she makes a decision, she swept away her previous hesitation.

Seeing that Liu Yizhen hesitated and didn't move, she calmly took a bowl from the side and handed it to him:

"Let's eat, I'm from the Demon Suppression Division, and I'm here to solve the ghost disaster."

Of course, her purpose was not entirely to sacrifice herself for justice.

Fengshen Bang once reminded her: Kuang supports justice and rebuilds hell.

Whether it's rebuilding Hell or restarting the God List, merit is required.

And where did this merit come from? Naturally, it is obtained by completing the case.

When she was in the Demon Suppression Division, she solved the resurgence of the Zhao couple and finally earned 1 merit point, Zhao Fusheng guessed afterwards that the amount of this merit value was not fixed.

If it is fixed, then the ghost case is dangerous and terrifying, and the pay is obviously not in line with the gain.

And it takes 100 merits to open the first god position of the god list, and if she wants to open the god position, she needs to do 100 cases - in the middle, she may be affected by ghosts because of the use of the power of powerful ghosts, and she needs to consume a certain amount of merit to suppress powerful ghosts.

In this way, Zhao Fusheng speculated that the merit value obtained after each ghost case was not fixed.

But if it is not a fixed value reward, then how much merit is worth is linked to the size of the ghost disaster and the number of lives saved?

This is like the performance of a part-time job in a previous life-

But everything is her guess, and the final result needs to be verified by her personally, and now is a good time.

Liu Yizhen, the little abacus in her heart, naturally didn't know, but when she heard her say this, the young man's eyes were a little weird.

After a while, he glanced at Zhao Fusheng deeply, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Zhao Fusheng was not interested in what he thought in his heart, and when he saw him put the spoon into the pot, he couldn't help but tell him:

"Drained. I'm hungry, give me an extra bowl. ”

After speaking, he turned his head to look at the people around him:

"I'll be the first to eat, eat more, that's fair, right?"

No one around dared to speak out.

“……”

The corners of Liu Yizhen's mouth twitched, and she silently made the meal and handed it to her, she drank two bowls in a row, and finally calmed her hungry stomach.

While drinking porridge, she suddenly thought of the old woman who had set up a stall to sell soup before entering the rice alley.

The old woman's soup smelled good, and if she could solve the problem, she would have eaten her well when she went out—the old woman said she would treat her to a meal.

She drank the porridge in the bowl in three or two times, put the bowl aside, and turned away in Liu Yizhen's complicated and worried expression.

By wandering around and finding the path during the day, Zhao Fusheng almost memorized the houses in the alley.

Some of these houses have been artificially renovated - not everyone is sitting still in the face of a ghost attack, and some are trying to find a way to fight back.

Of the few houses she searched, some had dug pits and made traps.

It's a pity that the ghosts are extremely vicious, and these traps do not trap the ghosts, but the people who are targeted by the ghosts still can't escape death in the end.

Although the predecessors proved that traps can't catch ghosts at the cost of blood, the houses they left behind are still in demand.

When Zhao Fusheng wandered around during the day, he found that there would be people hiding in these houses, whether there were dead people or not.

At this time, the advantage of being the first to drink porridge was quickly manifested.

Zhao Fusheng thought of the directions of several houses, went straight to them, and quickly chose one to hide.

The house she had chosen had been dug in a hole about two feet deep at the entrance, and several sharpened bamboo thorns had been inserted into it.

A thick black-brown scab of blood had accumulated under the trap, giving off an unpleasant odor.

When Zhao Fusheng pushed the door, he carefully bypassed the pit and jumped into the house.

Although she had experienced last night's horror, she knew that the ghost's body was between the visible and the invisible, but she still couldn't help but find a wooden stick to close the door and retract into the corner before she was ready to start counting her things.

Even if he was mentally prepared to face the ghosts tonight, when it came to the end, Zhao Fusheng was still a little apprehensive.

She had just been reborn, and she didn't have many belongings with her.

A roll of human skin, a box of lamp oil, and a half-finished ghost lantern, which were life-saving items taken from the paper figures.

In addition to this, there is also a book of souls.

As Fan Bi Death said, he is in the book of soul life, and in a certain respect, it is equivalent to 'selling' himself to the ghost controlled by Jia Yi and becoming one of his ghost clones.

"I hope you must protect your own interests and don't give up easily."

Zhao Fusheng held this soul book and muttered to himself.

At this time, the ghost spell in the soul book crawled all over her hands, and she was not only not surprised, but a little happy.

It would be great if the ghost who asked for her life arrived, and the soul book could also play like this, and the two ghosts would fight each other, so that she could successfully save her life.

But she can't just rely on these two things, in fact, what she relies on the most is the powerful ghost she controls.

According to the hint of the Fengshen List, the ghost thing she commanded has reached the evil level, and it stands to reason that it is at the same level as the ghost in this rice alley - if this powerful ghost has not been promoted because of too many killings, the two will compete, and she will have a chance to make a move.

After making up his mind, Zhao Fusheng took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

The people who had eaten the porridge and water outside quickly returned to their respective places, found a room to hide, and the night came little by little.

In the middle, there was a sound of pushing the door outside Zhao Fusheng's door.

After experiencing the murder incident of a ghost knocking on the door last night, Zhao Fusheng heard the knocking sound, his scalp was numb, and he shouted:

"Get out!"

When the people outside heard her voice, they didn't know if they remembered her, so they didn't dwell on it anymore and left quickly.

After calming down, Zhao Fusheng covered his chest and remembered the scene when he entered the restaurant alley and knocked on the door yesterday, no wonder the people in the house did not open the door at that time - someone in the back couldn't bear the behavior of letting the house, I am afraid that the spirit was on the verge of collapse, from this point of view, it is a very high-quality behavior that the survivors of yesterday did not scold the street.

In the midst of the panic, time flies.

I don't know how long it has been, and everything has fallen silent.

In the extreme silence, the familiar feeling of oppression from last night returned.

The eerie and terrifying atmosphere passed through the black fog silently in the air, and the heavy footsteps of 'click, click' sounded again.

The fog of the four blacks gradually turned black.

The ghost is here again.

'Woo Woo T

Although Zhao Fusheng was prepared, his heartbeat soared to the extreme at this moment.

Almost subconsciously, she grabbed the item in her hand.

Before the ghost's footsteps sounded, she couldn't tell which direction the ghost came from, so she couldn't tell where the ghost was hiding.

It seems to appear out of thin air in the street not far away, and it is moving in this direction.

Zhao Fusheng's blood almost coagulated, and she almost had a stiff palm to stuff the jade book into her mouth and bite it tightly.

Whether it is the rumored headless ghost or the powerful ghost who entered the house to kill people last night, she has a head in her hand after the killing, and she has to protect her head first to avoid being taken away by the ghost.

The ghost spell quickly crawled all over her lips and cheeks, and she felt a cold swishing in her head, and at the same time, the ghost meaning hidden in her body seemed to sense the ghostly breath, and there was a faint posture of recovery.

But fortunately, the ghost curse quickly faded, and the cruel intent of the ghost was suppressed.

Zhao Fusheng took out the human skin lantern, quickly shook it open, and put the lamp oil box in it.

While she was doing all this, the footsteps outside were getting closer and closer, and from the footsteps, it seemed that the ghost hunting that night was heading in the direction where Zhao Fusheng was.

She forced her composure, held the barely put away human skin lantern in her hand, and before she could make the next move, she suddenly heard the footsteps of the terrible ghost.

Zhao Fusheng was apprehensive, sat up, and cautiously crawled towards the door.

'Bang bell-'

Even though her movements were slight, the moment the crack in the door was opened, there was still a harsh and abnormal sound.

Zhao Fusheng held his breath.

The ghost stood still in the middle of the street, and after a while, it slowly turned around, revealing its cold and cold face after a mixture of blue and white.

The ghost's eyes have lost their luster, but the places it 'sees' and hide in the houses feel an inexplicable sense of horror.

Endless chills and resentment came to his face, and under the influence of this ghost intent, Zhao Fusheng felt that the powerful ghosts hidden in his body were about to move.

Can't wait any longer.

She thought about it, and felt the fire fold, and the spark flashed in the air several times, and before the fire could ignite, something strange happened again.

I saw that the terrible ghost stood still for a long time, and then dragged his heavy steps and took a few steps forward.

'Whew-whew-whew-'

Heavy breathing came from the next room, and Zhao Fusheng was surprised to find that there were people living next door to her.

At this time, the people hiding in the room may not be as bold as her and dare to spy on the whereabouts of the ghost.

But where the ghosts pass, the evil is monstrous, and the person should have sensed that something was wrong, but I am afraid that he did not expect that he would be in a catastrophe.

Zhao Fusheng didn't expect this either.

Liu Yizhen also mentioned that the ghost in the alley who wants to eat is asked for his life according to the book of life, it stands to reason that his name is on the book of life, and he eats first when he eats the meal, Zhao Fusheng's name bears the brunt, and the ghost should find her first tonight.

Could it be that the ghosts kill people randomly, and they are not ranked according to the order of giving?

Just as she was thinking wildly, the ghost approached step by step, and the ghost pressed over, and the black gas slipped through the crack in the door into the next room.

The chill spread, and people shivered with cold.

The sound of 'click, click' footsteps disappeared, and in its place, the ghost raised his arm stiffly.

'Knock knock knock. ’

There was a familiar knock on the door.

But it wasn't Zhao Fusheng's door that was knocked, but the person next door to her was chosen by the ghost and became the sacrifice of the ghost tonight!

Zhao Fusheng didn't know whether to sigh that the person next door was unlucky, or that he was too lucky.

The people in the next room were shocked, and a desperate and helpless scream rang out.

The ghost pushes the door in.

The door was vulnerable to the ghost, and the crack of the door was heard, and a piercing scream resounded through the night sky.

Under the darkness of the night, Zhao Fusheng could see that the wall was trembling slightly, and the people who had been chosen by the powerful ghosts were struggling violently.

But the next moment, a strong pressure came down, and she could even clearly hear the crunch of the bones as they were twisted.

This was followed by a sound of scalp-numbing flesh being violently torn apart, and the screams came to an abrupt end.

A rich bloody aura crept in through the cracks in the wall, meaning that another human life was harvested by the ghosts.

There's no more life next door, but the movement hasn't stopped.

In the extremely strange silence, a sticky and slippery sound came, as if a 'human' was gobbling it up.

Compared with the previous movement of the ghost killing, the sound was delicate and small, but it made people hairy to hear.

Blood poured in along the cracks of the mud wall, soaking the soles of Zhao Fusheng's shoes.

Only then did she wake up from her horror and realize that at that moment, the ghost had not found her as she had originally thought, and had killed someone else.

At this time, after the ghost killed someone, he slowly withdrew from the house.

The sound of 'click, click' footsteps was accompanied by the sound of 'dripping' blood dripping down.

The ghost is leaving!

As soon as this thought poured into Zhao Fusheng's mind, it immediately stimulated her nerves, in the darkness, her eyes showed a look of struggle, and after a while, she gritted her teeth hard, and retracted everything into her arms violently, and opened the door with a 'bang'.

The sound of the door opening in the extremely quiet alley is tantamount to a thunderclap on the ground.

But the ghost who had already completed the law of killing tonight was not alarmed by her.

Just like last night, after the murder, the ghost pulled out his intestines and hung around his body, and a human head that it forcibly unscrewed off was carried in his hand.

Blood dripped down the severed neck, spilling all the way as the ghost moved.

At this moment, a crazy and bold idea appeared in Zhao Fusheng's mind - she wanted to keep up with the powerful ghost and see where it was hiding.

With this thought, Zhao Fusheng suddenly couldn't suppress the impulse in his heart.

At first glance, Zhao Fusheng's idea was tantamount to whimsy.

Powerful ghosts walk, ordinary people can't dodge, how can anyone take the initiative to get up? This is tantamount to self-defeating!

But after thinking about it boldly, Zhao Fusheng felt that this matter was feasible.

Powerful ghosts have their own rules for killing.

Although the fierce ghosts in the rice alley are fierce, Zhao Fusheng has been here for two days and has also found the law.

The ghost randomly confirms the list of victims according to the book of life, and then in the evening, after everyone receives the soup and water alms, they knock on the door in the street, and then leave with the 'loot' after the killing, and the next time is a certain period of safety.

If the ghost doesn't break his own rules, then after the ghost kills people at this time, it won't be very dangerous for him to keep up.

Even if there is an accident in the end, Zhao Fusheng is mentally prepared.

She originally came to solve the ghost disaster, and tonight she was also mentally prepared to face the ghosts, and if she met it head-on, it would just delay the time.

"If you don't enter the tiger's den, you will get the tiger!" Zhao Fusheng cheered himself up, and if he didn't go into danger, how could he solve the crisis?

Thinking of this, she took advantage of this courage to go up, and quickly ran out of the house, not giving herself half a chance to be afraid and retreat, and chased after the fierce ghost who was carrying the human head.

The hunt of the ghosts is over, and the other people in the alley are lucky to survive and survive one more day.

But then, all the survivors heard the sound of running in the streets, in addition to the 'clicking' footsteps of the ghosts.

At night, Yaofan Hutong has become the territory of ghosts, especially after ghosts kill people, who dares to travel without life?

It is also possible that it is not a person, but another ghost.

Many people were frightened by their own speculations, and Zhao Fusheng stepped forward quickly at this time, and stopped chasing after him at a distance of two or three feet away from the ghost.

She held a human-skin lantern in one hand and a fire fold in the other.

If the ghost suddenly riots, she immediately lights the lantern and escapes from the ghost's vision.

But Zhao Fusheng's luck is good.

Her initial guess was right, after the ghost completed the law of killing, he didn't react to the person who followed behind him at all.

It didn't seem to hear the footsteps behind it, nor could it sense Zhao Fusheng's prying eyes, but carried the head and walked forward step by step.

The intestines dangling from its body swayed and made a creepy sound, and it walked through the street with heavy steps, straight to the heart of the street.

The further he went, the more Zhao realized that something was wrong.

In order to have one more chance to save her life in this confrontation with the ghosts, during the day, she walked around the alley shrouded in the ghost domain and found out every alley.

Because no one stopped her, she ran several times, and she was already familiar with the area.

At this time, she recognized the direction in which the ghost was moving at a glance, and it was the location of the Confucius Temple.

"It can't be—it can't be—"

"Just one Confucius Temple—how can it accommodate three ghosts—"

She muttered to herself, and the thought of that possibility made her scalp tingle.

Puzzled, Zhao Fusheng had the courage to get closer to the ghost.

The ghost was unaware of her approach, and only silently carried the bloody human head forward, Zhao Fusheng held his breath and concentrated, narrowed the distance with the ghost, and followed behind the ghost unhurriedly.

In the thick ghost fog, the streets of the Rice Hutong shrouded by the ghost domain were empty.

But on the street, a man and a ghost are quietly going back and forth.

In the heavy footsteps of 'click, click, click', Zhao Fusheng tried his best to restrain his voice and walked quietly behind the ghost.

Everyone hid in a temporary hideaway house, and felt the joy of the rest of their lives, and no one witnessed this terrifying scene.

Zhao Fusheng was dancing on the tip of a knife.

Her spirit was tense to the extreme, and her consciousness seemed to be separated from her physical body.

The instinctive fear of her body made her steps extremely heavy, but the more nervous she was, the calmer she became, and she walked with the ghost all the way without making a sound.

The outline of the Confucius Temple in the distance is becoming clearer and clearer even in the thick ghost fog, the ghost lamp dispels the darkness, and under the slightly blackened wood corroded by the years, the three words 'Confucius Temple' in black on a blue background in the middle are extremely dazzling under the illumination of the lanterns on both sides.

"Sure enough, it's here!"

Zhao Fusheng's heart sank.

Today's three more in one~6K words.

Thanks:Tsubaki,The cute master of the reward Ha ~ is the addition of the cute master~~~

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