Chapter 88

"The carriage of the Demon Suppressor is here?"

Zhao Fusheng had such a thought in his heart.

But she was not glad at the arrival of the carriage, for it was getting dark very quickly to-night, and she noticed a fog all around her.

There were no other pedestrians on the road, and when she looked behind her, she couldn't see Meng Po's stall clearly, but the lights of the Confucius Temple in the distance could still be seen, which made her heart tense and relaxed for a while.

Although there is a ghost fog in Wan'an County, which leads to frequent ghost cases, it is impossible for ghosts to appear out of thin air.

She hadn't heard anyone report it before, so she couldn't be so lucky and hit a ghost, right?

Zhao Fusheng comforted herself in her heart, and after a while, she only heard the sound of horses' hooves getting closer and closer, she looked into the distance, and saw a carriage coming slowly under the blue mist in the distance.

Because it was against the light, she couldn't see the carriage clearly, but she recognized that it was not the carriage of the Demon Suppressor.

The Demon Suppression Division has just been restored, and all the pomp and circumstance have not yet returned to their previous specifications.

The vehicle Zhao Fusheng traveled in was a little simple, and it could accommodate two or three people at most.

And she had only been in the car in the morning, so she was very sure that there was no hanging bell in front of the car.

Although the carriage slowly galloping in the distance could not see the specific situation clearly because of the distance, it was certain that a bell was hung in front of the front of the car, because Zhao Fusheng had already heard the crisp sound of 'jingle bell' in his ears at this time.

'Boom, boom'.

The sound of horses' hooves was endless, the wheels were rolling, and the car was moving slowly, and it didn't take long to get closer and closer to Zhao Fusheng.

In addition to the sound of wheels rolling on the ground and horses' hooves, Zhao Fusheng vaguely heard the lively sound of talking from the carriage.

“…… Call. ”

She breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good for someone to speak, as long as it's a person and not a ghost, Zhao Fusheng in Wan'an County is fearless.

The carriage approached, and Zhao Fusheng saw the horse pulling the carriage clearly.

This horse is quite a miracle horse, much stronger than the average horse.

The horses are all black and have no stray hair.

The mane on the back of its neck was flying, and under the mist of the night, it seemed to be surrounded by a palpitating sense of evil.

But what surprised Zhao Fusheng the most was not this extraordinary black horse, but that the carriage was unmanned.

There were no people sitting in front of the car, as if horses were pulling the cart at will.

The carriage was large, I don't know what kind of wood it was made of, and it was painted black, and when viewed up close, it looked like horses pulling a small moving house.

A golden bell about the size of a fist hung on the body of the car, and as the horse approached Zhao Fusheng's side, the horse slowly stopped, and the bell rang twice before calming down.

Zhao Fusheng's face showed a playful look.

"Driverless carriages?"

Earlier, she had heard someone talking in the car, but as the carriage stopped, all sound was gone.

It's eerily quiet.

Zhao Fusheng approached the side of the carriage, and there was a strange aroma coming from the wood of the carriage, and she sniffed it twice, this smell she had not smelled before.

Her gaze fell on the golden bell, and she reached out to touch it:

"Is this real gold or fake gold?"

The carriage that was moving forward late at night, without a driver, hung a golden bell that seemed to be the size of a fist in front of the front of the carriage with great fanfare, which felt a little strange no matter how you looked at it.

Just as her hand was about to touch the golden bell, suddenly the door of the carriage was opened, and someone poked out half of her head:

"Hey, it's midnight, why are you walking around the street if you don't go home?"

As soon as he saw someone coming out, Zhao Fusheng's hair suddenly stood on end.

It stands to reason that the ghost can't speak, can't communicate, and acts on instinct, as long as someone talks to her, it proves that the carriage is not weird.

But Zhao Fusheng was looked at by this person, and his heart became more and more uneasy.

She's not a newbie.

As Fan Bi said, coupled with the suppression of the Zhao couple, she has already experienced three ghost cases, and she is already quite experienced in dealing with powerful ghosts.

At this time, she was terrified in the face of this carriage, even more tense than when she was in Kotou Village.

"I came out to visit a friend, and I made an appointment for my family to come and pick me up in the evening, maybe I encountered other delays, and I haven't come for a long time."

Zhao Fusheng responded.

The person who came out of the probe only showed a pair of eyes, and seemed to smile when he heard her words.

She couldn't see the man's face, but the tails of his eyes seemed to pull out the curvature of a fishtail:

"Get in the carriage and the carriage will take you back."

When Zhao Fusheng heard this, he speculated in his heart: The people in the car said that they would send her back before they asked about their identity, could it be that they recognized her and knew that she was the new director of the Demon Suppression Division?

She was thinking about something, and she felt that the carriage that had suddenly arrived this night was a little strange.

Doing the work of dealing with powerful ghosts, Zhao Fusheng at this time was extremely believing in evil.

She immediately followed the guidance of her heart and decided to stay away from trouble.

So she shook her head and refused:

"Okay."

As soon as the words came out, she was shocked.

She originally thought that there was something strange about this carriage, unmanned, hanging golden bells, and there was weirdness everywhere, and she wanted to refuse this person's invitation in the spirit of trying not to deal with trouble.

Not only did she not refuse, but her body instinctively seemed to violate her reason and agreed to this person's invitation.

The man's eyes narrowed again, and he seemed to smile, and said:

"Get in the car, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Zhao Fusheng already felt resistant, but she still nodded:

"Then I'll be tired of you."

"Don't bother, this car goes like this."

After speaking, no one pushed the door, and the two doors behind the car suddenly 'clanged'.

The lights of the Confucius Temple dimmed at this time, and the inside of the car was pitch black, and it was not easy to see clearly.

Zhao Fusheng's heart was beating wildly, and his body seemed to sense an attractive pull, and he slowly stepped into the carriage.

As soon as I entered the car, I seemed to touch someone on one side.

Before she could sit still, she listened to the humanity that had spoken before:

"Sit down, the car is about to start."

As soon as the words fell, the golden bell 'jingling' rang, the sound of the horse's hooves sounded again, and the weight of the carriage shook heavily - Zhao Fusheng did not stand still under such a bump, and sat down in his position.

When I sat down, there was a sound of 'clanging' closing the door.

The carriage door blew into the car with a dark wind.

As soon as the door closed, the figure blocked by the door suddenly poked its head out.

In the sound of 'whirring' blowing, a fire lit up.

With the lights, Zhao Fusheng saw the situation in the car clearly.

She looked first at the man with the fire.

The man was standing behind the door before, but because the car door was opened, the wide door panel blocked his body, so that Zhao Fusheng couldn't see his face clearly at first.

After the lights came on at this moment, Zhao Fusheng saw him at once.

The man had an angular face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and wore a cyan robe, a gold belt tied around his waist, and a jade buckle on the belt.

He held a fire fold in his hand, looked at Zhao Fusheng, and smiled:

"Scaring you?"

"......" Zhao Fusheng hesitated for a moment, and then laughed as well:

"Nope."

With that, she turned her head to look inside the car.

I saw that there were two long stools on the left and right sides of the car door in the car, and at this time the stools were almost full of people, men, women and children, at least a dozen people.

"So many people?"

Zhao Fusheng heard laughter from a distance before, and guessed that there were people in the car, but he didn't expect that there would be so many people.

"yes."

Her words seemed to activate the originally condensed atmosphere in the car.

A woman sitting diagonally across from her blinked, and her expression suddenly became vivid:

"It's better to come early than to come at a good time, we were talking about it."

"What are you talking about?"

Zhao Fusheng asked curiously.

She had already guessed that there was something wrong with the carriage.

But this feeling was hazy, she didn't sense the ghost's breath, and the most important thing was that if she was in danger, the powerful ghost on her body should have a revival posture.

After all, he had already made two deals with the powerful ghost who harnessed it, and if he harnessed its power once, he would be reaped by it.

There is no reason for this ghost to let the duck fly in his mouth, and let himself die at the hands of other ghosts.

Zhao Fusheng thought of this, and his heart was a little relieved.

"We're talking about Liu Yuanwai's birthday."

The other man sitting next to the woman answered.

Zhao Fusheng's eyes fell on him, this person was about forty years old, wearing a blue short shirt, gray patched linen pants on the bottom, and the trouser legs were pulled up to the ankles, revealing a pair of muddy bare feet.

When she saw this, she felt weird again.

Zhao Fusheng's gaze swept over the dozen or so people in the car one by one, and she noticed that these people were dressed differently.

The big man who opened the door and invited her to the car was wearing a blue shirt, the lights in the car were not very bright, and the quality of the fabric could not be seen, but his clothes were not patched, and the belt wrapped with gold wire around his waist was extraordinary at first glance.

Especially the emerald jade plaque in the middle is even more valuable.

In addition to such people who seem to be born either rich or noble, there are also men in ragged clothes who are barefoot, peasant women whose clothes look shabby, and girls who are dressed delicately.

Her eyes fell on a girl, who was not very old and had a thick fur-edged coat.

A slender jade hand stretched out from the edge of the big one, half-holding the rough edge of the big one to block his face.

As if sensing Zhao Fusheng's gaze, she shyly hid a pair of pearl-covered shoes into a wide cloak.

"It's weird."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head.

"What's weird?"

The big man holding the fire fold asked with a smile.

As he spoke, he looked at the man next to his chair:

"Sit down."

As soon as he said this, the man showed a look of fear, and hurriedly squeezed to the other side.

There are two rows of seats in this car, and everyone is full, where is there any space?

When he squeezes down, the others will move his place, and one of them will stand up.

Zhao Fusheng watched coldly, only to see that everyone did not complain, everyone moved a step forward, and after a while, the car door opened with a bang.

Outside, the night breeze blew in.

The fire fold in the hand of the blue-robed man was blown by the wind, and the fire was suppressed immediately.

The light in the car dimmed, but after a short while, the doors closed again, and the wind blowing into the car disappeared immediately.

The fire was rekindled, Zhao Fusheng looked at the bench opposite again, and found that these people had indeed vacated a place for the big man and let him sit down smoothly.

To Zhao Fusheng's surprise, after such a move, no one stood in the car.

Before, everyone sat next to each other, and the position was just right.

At this time, after one more person sat down, everyone was still sitting next to each other, and the position was no more or less, and it was still just right.

“……”

She was even more sure that she was afraid that she had really bumped into evil and encountered something amazing.

It's just that there are still living people in the car, it shouldn't be a simple ghost case, maybe there is another ghost master in Wan'an County in addition to the paper man Zhang and her.

Zhao Fusheng's first thought was Zheng Deputy Ling of the Demon Division of Baozhi County, and she secretly wondered in her heart: Could it be that her deeds of burying ghosts and digging up big murderous things in Baozhi County one after another have spread, and she is really too deceitful, causing that Zheng Deputy Ling to be unbearable, and wants to teach herself a lesson?

It's a pity that she didn't ask Fan Bisheng and others before, what the hell is this Deputy Zheng Ling's envoy, what the law is, and she knows herself and her opponent, and she will win all battles.

She was regretting in her heart, and after the big man sat down, he asked her with a smile on the fire fold:

"By the way, you just haven't said it yet, what's weird?"

If it comes, it will be safe.

I didn't want to get on the car, Zhao Fusheng suppressed the doubts in his heart, and his curiosity rose.

"I see that you have different identities and different dresses."

She simply said bluntly:

"It doesn't look like you're fellow travelers, how did you get into a carriage?"

Among these people, it seems that there are peddlers and pawns, there are also businessmen and ladies, and at the same time, there is also a seemingly imposing leader like a blue-robed man, which can't help but make Zhao Fusheng wonder what kind of way this carriage came from, and it can actually include these characters of three religions and nine streams.

Without the coachman's command, the horse looked both divine and wicked—

A carriage that gathered different people in the middle of the night, Zhao Fusheng took a deep breath and felt that the water in Wan'an County was still very deep.

"Riding in the same carriage is a fate."

The blue-robed man replied with a smile.

"Fate?"

Zhao Fusheng raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile:

"In that case, your car is coming specifically for me."

The man nodded:

"I'm here to pick you up."

He didn't hide his intentions at all, and Zhao Fusheng's heart sank:

"Deputy Commander Zheng sent you?"

"Deputy Commander Zheng?" For the first time, the blue-robed man's face showed a confused expression, and he turned his head and asked the old man beside him:

"Who's that?"

The old man he was questioning was about seventy years old, with half-bald hair and a sweat towel tied around his dark and shiny head.

When he was asked by the blue-robed man, he also showed a puzzled look on his face, and reached out and scratched his head:

"I don't know—"

"Didn't you send it from Vice Commander Zheng? So who are you? Zhao Fusheng saw that their expressions did not seem to be fake, and he couldn't help but be suspicious in his heart.

"I'm, I'm from Zhoukou Village, my surname is Yu-"

Zhao Fusheng's gaze fell on the old woman next to him, and she also replied with a smile:

"I'm from Xinghua Town, and my husband's surname is Lin."

She sat side by side with the old man, but the two were not from the same village, and they seemed to be unfamiliar with each other, which was really weird.

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