Chapter 69

Zhang Chuanshi's face changed.

He shrunk his head and shoulders and began to shake again.

Zhao Fusheng has a lot of clues, and he has approached the truth of the ghost case, and when he saw the human skin quilt that was suspected to be written by Wu Liren himself, he was only slightly taken aback, and soon calmed down again.

"Could it be that when Wuli was alive, he noticed that there were ghosts in the house?" She thought to herself, and then shook her head again: "But the law of killing ghosts itself includes memory erasure—"

Wuli people are affected by the power of ghosts, and there should be a mistake in cognition, how can they find out that there are ghosts in the house?

Could it be that this quilt is not his?

As soon as this thought came to Zhao Fusheng's heart, she was first eliminated.

After being identified by the villagers, it was confirmed that the main house in the innermost part of the samurai mansion was the residence of the Wuli people, and there would be absolutely no mistake.

Since it is Wu Liren's room, it will not be someone else who uses the mattress.

Then there is only one last possibility.

Zhao Fusheng thought of this, turned his head and shouted Zhang Chuanshi:

"Go find some pen and ink for me."

Zhang Chuanshi was holding the lamp, and suddenly heard her waiting for pen and ink, and he couldn't figure out her thoughts in his heart.

But there is a huge disparity in the status of the two, and now that his life and death are in the hands of Zhao Fusheng, he naturally didn't dare to ask more questions, and nodded again and again:

"Okay."

After speaking, he endured his fear, hurriedly glanced back at the human skin quilt on the bed, and said hypocritically:

"But this thing is evil, and adults are opposed to it alone, will it be dangerous, it's better to-"

"The fact that we are still alive at this time does not mean that the ghost is not with us, and the reason why we are not dead is because we have not completely touched its killing law."

Zhao Fusheng saw through Zhang Chuanshi's caution at a glance, and she said with a smile:

"We've been on its list for a long time, it's not where to flee, or it's safe for multiple people to move."

Wu Dajing was killed by a powerful ghost in front of everyone, and the crowd of onlookers was erased, but his memory was erased in an instant.

Zhao Fusheng speculated that the killing methods of this powerful ghost belonged to the category of marking and perception.

That is to say, whoever mentions it and knows its existence will be perceived by it, and whoever is perceived by it will die sooner or later.

This trait is destined to be a ghost in the range of group attacks, but the single lethality is small.

Therefore, whether it was Wu Dajingniang back then, or the people in the village, or Wu Dajing, they were all entangled by powerful ghosts and slowly 'bled to death' (perception in the eyes of everyone) for a period of time.

In this way, Zhao Fusheng was relieved.

For her, this is equivalent to the cost of trial and error, she can jump back and forth within the law of ghosts, find the characteristics of ghosts, and solve ghost disasters!

"What do you mean—" Zhang Chuanshi heard her words, as if he already had a certain understanding of ghosts, and his eyes couldn't help but light up.

"If you act alone this time, you may have a much better chance of survival."

Zhao Fu's business is pointed.

With her words, Zhang Chuanshi's rickety back straightened all of a sudden, and the whole person was a little less obscene:

"I'm going to find Wu Liyou now, and let him find the four treasures of the study."

After saying that, the whole person slipped out.

Zhao Fusheng knew that this old boy would probably not haunt him all the time after that.

But he is afraid of death by nature, and he is affected by the soul book, so he can't hide far, and he will definitely be able to call him when necessary, so he won't break him.

She carefully folded the human skin quilt on the bed.

This thing looks not small when it is spread out on the bed, but it is extremely light and thin, and after folding, only two palms are left side by side, a thin pile.

Although it is not known what the use of this thing is, Wuli people have obviously lived with ghosts for many years, but they are the last to die, which shows that their lives are hard and long.

This person's leather quilt has been with him for a long time, but it has no effect, and it is also a little bit of special 'luck'.

But I don't know if it's accompanied by ghosts, the touch of human skin is cold, at this time the room is empty, and Zhao Fusheng's shadow is stretched obliquely on the bed under the light, as if 'lying' on the disassembled quilt cover, which looks a little weird.

In the shadows, there was a pair of invisible 'eyes' staring at her—the gaze of an invisible ghost.

All the memories recovered, Zhao Fusheng already knew that he had been marked by a powerful ghost, but he was not shocked by the scene of this crazy person, but his eyes fell on the human skin paper, and he held it up to the lamp to look at it for a moment.

Although Zhao Fusheng came for merit in the ghost case of Kotou Village, she was in danger:

"The people of Kotou Village are so poor that they can't scrape oil on their toes, I came here after a long journey, and I have to fight with my life, I have to reduce taxes, and take a bed and a human skin quilt, this is very reasonable, right?"

She finished talking to herself, unceremoniously shoving it into her arms.

After a while, Wu Liyou quickly sent the four treasures of the study in with an embarrassed face.

Under the instruction of Zhao Fusheng, he put things on the table, but the people did not leave.

There was tea brewed early on the cabinet on the side, the weather had not turned cold at this time, and the tea was not cold after being left for a while, so he poured some into the inkstone, and clumsily picked up the ink strip to grind.

"My lord—"

He had just heard the woman's cry, and he knew what was happening in the room, and he was so anxious that he had come in to plead guilty.

"Don't worry, it's not broken."

Zhao Fusheng interrupted him.

The human skin quilt is not broken, and her words may decide the fate of a country woman.

Although the Wu family has been affected by the ghosts, and now the memory has not recovered, Wu Dajing is dead, and there is no need for her to add more conflicts to this tortured family.

Therefore, Zhao Fusheng said lightly:

"Next time, let her be careful and sharpen the ink."

“……”

Wu Liyou was stunned, he didn't know if Zhao Fusheng really didn't see the woman's small movements, or if he was magnanimous and intended to let the martial artist go.

But no matter what, the samurai's crisis was immediately resolved.

He breathed a sigh of relief and said with some gratitude:

"Yes. Yes, yes! I'll teach her a good lesson next time. ”

After speaking, he focused on grinding ink and stopped making a sound.

The ink inkstone is good, Zhao Fusheng motioned for him to go out, he left backwards, paused before closing the door, and said sincerely:

"Thank you, sir."

"Hmm."

Zhao Fusheng responded casually, accepted his thanks, Wu Liyou was not a fool, smiled when he heard this, and then gently closed the door, and stood on the side of the door himself.

The room fell silent again.

Zhao Fusheng sat down at the simple table, moved the oil lamp closer, and then spread out the file in his sleeve again.

She picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote a few big words on the dossier: Forgotten ghost!

As soon as the words were written, the contents of the original file were instantly overwritten.

Zhao Fusheng is not accustomed to using a brush, and his writing is not delicate, but the three words 'forgotten ghost' are eye-catching, and you can notice it at a glance as soon as you open the file.

Then she remarked under the words 'Forgotten Ghost':

Perks: Invisible, uncatchable, no entity, mentioning the name triggers the taboo.

Killing characteristics: scratching itching, dropping a lot of dander every time you itch, and finally exploding and dying?

Zhao Fusheng wrote this, and he was suspicious that he witnessed Wu Dajing's death.

Since the ghost controls the cognitive ability and changes everyone's memory, is the death picture of Wu Dajing he saw before real?

Zhao Fusheng couldn't help but feel creepy when he thought of this.

She looked back at her surroundings.

The room was unusually simple, the walls were earthen walls, cracks in many places, and a one-foot-square skylight opened above, and the window was facing the bed.

On the bed was a loose futon, and the sheets had been dismantled, revealing the mattress inside.

There is a sense of tranquility throughout the room, but is this the real scene?

Zhao Fusheng slowly retracted his gaze, forced himself not to think too much, and then picked up the pen again:

At present, the people who are known to have died at the hands of powerful ghosts are: Wu Da Jing Niang, Wu Datong? Wu Liren's family, Wu Dajing.

These words alone occupy almost all the places except the skin of the dossier.

Zhao Fusheng scratched his head, and then wrote on the pasted dander: July 31.

This is the birthday of Wu Datong's eldest son, and it is also the precious information that Wu Dajing exchanged for his life before he died!

Although after entering the village, Wu Jiu's father also said conclusively that Wu Liren's birthday was July 31, but he was not greatly affected by the ghosts at that time, he just scratched the itch and did not touch the taboo of the ghosts.

On the contrary, it was Wu Dajing, and in a panic, he also mentioned that Wu Datong's eldest son was born on July 31, and finally died tragically at the hands of a ghost.

There is a certain process of killing ghosts, and Wu Dajing died so quickly and tragically, he must have said something that he shouldn't have said.

Compared with the two, Wu Jiu's father may be affected by the law of ghosts, and his memory may not be real.

But Wu Dajing's cognition can be affected, and he may also lie, but powerful ghosts will not lie, and the law of powerful ghosts is the simplest and most true verification.

So Zhao Fusheng is bold and determined, Wu Datong's eldest son was born on July 31!

She thought about it, and then remembered the father-son argument before Wu Dajing's death, and then added a sentence before the date: 205 years of the Han Dynasty.

As soon as these big words fell, the shadows in the house converged.

The two oil lamps in the room were instantly suppressed, the flame of the lamp was reduced by half, and Zhao Fusheng's eyes were dark.

In the darkness, the aura of the ghost appeared, and her body suddenly itched in her heart.

The devil is coming!

Zhao Fusheng had already guessed the law of ghosts, and he was not very flustered at this time.

This ghost in Kotou Village is different from the ghost in the alley, it can't kill her at once, as long as it can't kill her, she still has a chance.

As soon as this thought fell, Zhao Fusheng immediately scratched her body frantically, and a large number of fine pieces of skin flew, but she still maintained a trace of sanity and did not scratch indiscriminately, but forcibly endured the itch, grabbed the skin in her hand, and tried not to tear it apart.

There was a 'tick' sound, and a stream of slippery liquid slid down her nose.

Her nose was also itching, Zhao Fusheng reached out and grabbed the tip of her nose again, and grabbed a large piece of skin again.

Her eyes were blurry, and at this time, relying only on instinctive movements, she reached out to touch the file on the table.

But when she touched it, something was overturned, and the hot oil poured on her hands, burning her spirit, and her chaotic thoughts were clear for a moment.

Taking advantage of this sober effort, Zhao Fusheng saw an overturned oil lamp by the faint light, the wick fell to the table, and the oil poured out and drenched the file.

The bean-sized flame began to burn vigorously in the direction of the hot oil, and she jerked up the file, sticking the few pieces of human skin she had grabbed earlier.

As soon as the skin was glued, something strange happened.

All the skin on the dossier seemed to be affected by a mysterious force, like a ghost resurrection, all the skin scabs first stretched and stretched wildly, and soon spread out the distance the size of the dossier page, and then began to retract, shrinking into skin fragments as big as a dragon's eye and as small as a soybean.

These skin fragments combine and juxtapose each other to form a mutilated paper figure silhouette!

There is an ominous and strange aura on the body of the paper man, which makes people look forward to it.

But Zhao Fusheng had no time to take care of all this.

Her body itched so hard that ordinary scratching could not relieve it, and the itch was like a seed between her bones.

The seeds soaked up the blood and broke through the ground, squeezing her bones, stretching the leaves frantically.

She was in pain and itchy, and she was tormented, and she hated to uproot the sprout.

Zhao Fusheng's body cramped and curled up, rubbing against the wooden table, making a 'clang' sound, and the file fell to the ground, and she didn't notice it.

Fortunately, this torture did not last long, and as the incomplete paper figure on the file took shape, the itching on Zhao Fusheng's body suddenly stopped.

She retracted her tickling hand and sat down on the table, sweating profusely.

The eerie aura of the ghost in the room faded away, and after the weirdness disappeared, the suppressed flame of the lamp re-ignited with a 'boom' and a 'buzzing' burning sound.

Everything was calm as if nothing had happened.

Zhao Fusheng blinked his somewhat sour eyes, with a puzzled look on his face.

But the next moment, she saw the burning tabletop.

It's not easy to control the fire at this time.

Fortunately, the fire was not very bright, Zhao Fusheng pinched his sleeves and pressed against the fire.

With a snort, the fire was extinguished, and the oil soaked into her sleeve, and a small flame also touched her sleeve, and she swung her arm and rolled, extinguishing all the flames.

Then he reached for the collapsed oil lamp, lifted the wick that had been soaked in the oil, and threw it back into the lamp.

After doing all this, she noticed that the table top was full of blood splatters.

What happened here before? Why is she sitting at a table where there is still so much blood?

"Blood?"

She said hoarsely, and then smelled the thick smell of blood in her mouth.

Zhao Fusheng was shocked, and subconsciously reached out to touch his face.

She felt her hands wet where her chin, lips and nose met, and she had a vague guess in her heart, and then she raised her hand, and sure enough, she saw that her fingers were full of blood!

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the door:

"Are you alright, sir?"

Wu Li's slightly uneasy voice came in:

"But you need me to call someone in and serve."

Zhao Fusheng was still shocked at how she was bleeding inexplicably at this time, and her memory of a moment ago seemed to have disappeared.

I only remember that she went to Wu Li's house with everyone, got a futon, and removed a human skin from the futon, and then Wu Liyou entered the door and studied the ink and left.

She has no memory of what happened next!

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Explain to everyone.

It's very unfortunate, I was at the end of September and two yang, I didn't think about it at first, but the sequelae are quite serious, this month there are shadows in the lungs, effusion, pneumonia is very serious, and the high fever does not go away, so I have been hospitalized since 11.2, every day is in the morning, afternoon, and evening to ask the doctor for leave to go home and hurry up the code.

But the part-time job is not very efficient, and it is difficult to write.

So after today's update, I'm going to take a leave of absence tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow is still a normal update.

I mainly want to take a leave of absence to let myself relax, as for whether I will take a leave of absence in the future, I will say to you based on the actual situation, if I want to ask, I will tell you a day in advance.