Chapter 90

"When the time comes, the position can be moved, and when the time is not right, the position will not be squeezed out."

The corners of the big man's mouth rose just right, as if they had been measured, and they didn't fall when he spoke.

In the face of Zhao Fusheng's repeated questioning, he was extremely patient and explained:

"The position on the car is fixed, and they are all seated according to the name, and those who are not invited cannot get on the bus, and those who get on the bus cannot leave."

As soon as the voice of the blue-robed man fell, the fire of the fire fold he held in his hand suddenly turned from bright yellow to green, and the car suddenly became ghostly.

In the green light, everyone's faces were covered with a terrifying blue light, and these people who were still smiling and groaning before suddenly became eerie, and their eyes were creepy when they looked at people.

The weirdest thing is not the change in the environment.

A blood-glittering red thread hung from each person's head, and a black wooden plaque was tied to the end of the thread.

The wooden plaque is about the length of a palm, and the name is scrawled in blood.

Liu Li, Lin Hongfu, Fang Yurong......

Zhao Fusheng had a bad premonition, she looked up at herself-

At this glance, the roof of the carriage was no longer visible above her head.

As far as the eye could see, there seemed to be endless darkness above.

In the darkness, a line of blood dripped down, and at the end hung a wooden sign with her name written on it: Zhao Fusheng.

As soon as she looked at the wooden sign, she was frightened, and instinctively wanted to get up and flee.

But as soon as she moved, she felt a sharp pain in her heart.

The font on the wooden sign seems to have turned into a liquid flow, and blood lines are drilled in the wooden card.

Under the severe pain, countless blood streaks drooped, drilling and tangling from the top of her head and shoulders.

At the same time, blood began to drill into the bench beneath her, binding her body, as if these blood threads were beginning to weave cocoons and want to wrap her around the carriage stool.

Zhao Fusheng's heart sank, and he immediately wanted to shake his sleeves and pull out his ghost hand.

But as soon as she moved, the blood streaked around her wrists, and these threads seemed to be alive, trying to penetrate her skin and rush into her veins.

But the strange thing is that Zhao Fusheng's skin is extremely slippery, and those blood-glowing red lines have been poked several times, but they can't get into her body, so they have to bind her firmly.

At this time, Zhao Fusheng's heart sank, and he wanted to wake up the powerful ghost who was in control.

But as soon as her idea came to her mind, the god list prompted: The evil level ghosts are restricted!

“……”

Zhao Fusheng secretly screamed bad luck in his heart.

She didn't expect that the ghost she was driving would be suppressed by the ghost carriage, no wonder it didn't move at all after she got into the car.

This ghost showed off his martial arts before, and killed the Demon Division of Wan'an County almost to the end of his lifeline, and it was so useless at the critical moment.

However, what surprised her even more was that the powerful ghost she controlled was already a demon-level ghost, and it was completely suppressed directly in front of the ghost carriage.

It seems that tonight's trip is very dangerous.

Zhao Fusheng calmed down and forced himself to calm down:

"See."

The blue-robed man saw that she was interested, and the smile on his face remained unchanged, but the fire in his hand turned from green to yellow again.

The cold resentment faded, the car was illuminated by bright light, the people who were dead before were all smiling, and the atmosphere became lively again, as if Zhao Fusheng had seen the name wooden plate before, and the scene of being entangled by blood lines was just an illusion.

Although he couldn't see the surging blood line, Zhao Fusheng felt more and more that the shadow of death was approaching.

She was nervous, but a smile appeared on her face:

"And when will this position be vacated?"

The blue-robed man smiled and said:

"When the time comes, I'll be free."

Zhao Fusheng realized that the person who was talking to her in front of her was not necessarily a person, and the difference in strength between the two sides was huge, and no matter how much she asked, I was afraid that she would not be able to ask why.

She groaned slightly, then looked at the woman diagonally across from her, and asked again:

"By the way, I heard you talking before I got in the car, and you were talking so lively, what were you talking about?"

As she spoke, she looked at the blue-robed man out of the corner of her eye.

The man sat up straight with his hands on his laps, ignoring her question and not stopping the chatter.

"I seem to have heard you mention Liu Yuanwai."

"Not bad."

The woman laughed and said:

"We all went to celebrate Liu Yuanwai tonight."

"Congratulations to Liu Yuanwai?" Zhao Fusheng's volume increased slightly.

Then Liu San said:

"Not bad. This Liu Yuanwai is a well-known big family in Wan'an County. ”

He also smiled at the corners of his mouth as he spoke.

At some point, the people in these cars all had their lips hooked, as if they were printed in a mold, which made people feel frightened when they looked at it.

"Where did such a big family surnamed Liu come from in Wan'an County?"

Zhao Fusheng put aside his own fear of the ghost carriage and began to think about who the 'Liu Yuanwai' mentioned in the mouths of these special 'guests'.

Today's Wan'an County is not safe, and the well-known big families in the county have long fled and left, so how can there be any big households?

Among the squires who remained, Fan Bi Death had sorted out their roster, and there was no one surnamed Liu.

But she remembered something.

This is outside the Yaofan Hutong, which was originally the predecessor of the Liu Ancestral Hall.

Forty years ago, when Liu Huacheng was there, the Liu family at that time could be called a big family.

She was thinking about something, but she heard Liu Limp laugh and said:

"Why not?"

He rested his hands in front of his legs and said:

"Liu Huacheng Master Liu, today is the sixtieth birthday, it is said that his children and grandchildren have opened a running water banquet for him for a few days, and let the guests eat and drink, not only do not need money, but also give rewards."

After Zhao Fusheng realized that he had gotten into the ghost carriage, he was already mentally prepared not to infer everything that happened in the ghost carriage with common sense.

But when she really heard Liu San mention 'Liu Huacheng', her pupils were still constricted.

"I heard that people from ten miles and eight townships near Wan'an County are going to celebrate Master Liu's birthday, and it is very lively."

As soon as Mr. Liu's birthday was mentioned, everyone else in the car suddenly became interested and began to discuss again.

"I heard that this lord was an official in the imperial capital in his early years-"

"His son got someone to order dozens of pigs."

……

These words sounded normal, but the more normal they were, the more terrifying Zhao Fusheng felt.

Originally, she could only hear the sound of talking in the car, the ringing of the bell, and the sound of the horse's hooves pulling the wheels and rolling while walking, but as the number of times everyone mentioned 'Master Liu' increased, the sound of the outside environment suddenly changed.

I don't know when, there was a sudden noise outside the alley that should have been extremely quiet.

The hurried footsteps of countless people, the shouts one after another, and occasionally the sound of earth-shattering gongs and drums mixed with the clear and long chanting of the actors penetrated the supposed airtight carriage and reached her ears.

"Let's bring the pig's head meat!"

"You plagued person, move quickly, and when the master comes out later, he sees that the table is not cleaned up, and he peels off your skin-"

The sounds of urging, scolding, and shouting loudly from the people listening to the play came into the carriage one by one, and everything was too real to look like an illusion.

Zhao Fu gritted his teeth and said incredibly:

"Are we really going to congratulate Liu Huacheng on his birthday?"

"Nature."

The blue-robed man nodded:

"It's coming."

As he spoke, Zhao Fusheng felt more and more depressed on his body.

The carriage was lit with fire, and she couldn't see the appearance of the blood line and name plate, but the strange scene from before had already come into her mind, and at this time she knew that there should be countless blood light lines binding herself, binding herself to the ghost carriage.

I don't know when, the golden bell outside the car rang more and more rapidly.

A mist gradually fills the car.

Under the influence of this mist, the candle flame in the hand of the blue-robed man was suppressed and became much dimmer.

The light of the fire turned from yellow to green again, and the eerie scene reappeared.

Zhao Fusheng saw the faint blood line hanging from the black wooden sign on top of everyone's heads, and the voice that was discussing Liu Huacheng's life and life before came to an abrupt end.

The smiling 'people' sat in place with a strange smile.

The blood threads hanging from the roof of the car were wrapped around everyone's necks, and at that moment, a scream was suddenly heard in the distance:

"Ahh

The voice was terrified, as if he had seen the most terrifying scene in the world:

"Hell!"

The heart-rending screams came, Zhao Fusheng's heart sank, and she remembered that at Liu Huacheng's birthday banquet forty years ago, the headless ghost revived.

The ghost carriage can travel back in time and space.

Once you enter the Liu Family Ancestral Hall, it means that a carload of people has been brought into the ghost domain-

No, not a carload of people!

Zhao Fusheng quickly reacted, and the people in the car should all be dead when they saw this posture.

Liu San is the best proof, when Fan Bi died mentioned this ghost case, it was half a year ago, Liu San was taken away by the ghost carriage, and there has been no news since then.

In other words, she was the only living person in the car.

If she doesn't find a way to get out of the car, then she will also die in the car, and Vice Ling Zheng of Baozhi County will be the next victim.

Zhao Fusheng was anxious.

She couldn't stay in the car, and she couldn't break into the ghost realm of the headless ghost forty years ago.

Thinking of this, she asked the blue-robed man:

"You said that the position on the car is fixed, and no one can get into the car when there is no vacancy."

The blue-robed man who was smiling and looking very kind before looked very scary at this time.

His face was blue, his eyes were dead, although he was still laughing, but this smile had a stiff feeling:

"Not bad."

He nodded as if he didn't even notice it.

"So what if I get out of the car and make a slate?" Zhao Fusheng asked.

As soon as her words fell, everyone in the car who was smiling turned their heads in unison, looking at her with a strange smile, with a look of ill will in their eyes.

Facing the gaze of the ghosts, Zhao Fusheng didn't care, still staring at the blue-robed man, waiting for his answer.

"I can't get out of the car."

The blue-robed man said coldly:

"One person sits, and those who get in the car have no reason to leave."

Zhao Fusheng sighed:

"In other words, I can't leave when I get in this car, and I must stay in the car."

"I'm going to attend Master Liu's birthday banquet tonight, everyone gets together and goes into Liu's house to drink a cup of birthday wine together." The blue-robed man said with a sly smile.

"I'm not hungry." Zhao Fusheng shook his head stubbornly:

"I don't drink either, quit."

"......" The ghosts looked at her coldly.

The blue-robed man smiled silently.

The bell rang rapidly, the fog in the car became thicker and thicker, and the breath of the ghost became heavier.

The cold mixed with the anger rushed to the face, and someone shouted loudly:

"There's a carload of distinguished guests coming."

As soon as the words fell, the carriage jolted heavily.

In the sound of 'ticking', a drop of fishy blood fell on the top of Zhao Fusheng's head.

The cold feeling instantly covered her head, and the cold air ran down her head, tying her neck at once!

The shadow of death surged in, and her eyes fell on all the dead people who were hung by blood lines on the other side, and her heart instantly rose to her throat.

I can't stay in the ghost carriage any longer!

The ghost arm could not be used, and the demonic demons of the harnesser were completely suppressed in such a situation.

But at the moment of life and death, Zhao Fusheng was not afraid, she had another backhand.

"Open Hell!"

As soon as her mind turned, her divine consciousness instantly sank into the sea of knowledge, the god list was activated, hell opened silently, and black shadows spread.

The god list reminds that opening Hell in a special ghost domain requires merit points to maintain.

"Turn on!"

Zhao Fusheng's life is at stake at this time, where can he take care of a lot.

Then the god list reminded: Open hell.

Merit -10!

Merit -10!

Merit -10!

……

A series of merit value consumption reminders kept ringing, but this was not the time for Zhao Fusheng to be in pain.

While the black shadow covered her, the red threads that bound her body were cut in an instant.

The green candlelight was instantly extinguished by the power of hell, and the real scene inside the carriage came into her eyes!

She was in a dark and sealed environment, the blue-robed man sitting by the door disappeared mysteriously, and the two rows of people on the left and right who were talking to her stood stiffly at this time, their bodies seemed to be sucked against the wall of the carriage by a force, and they turned into dried corpses, which had long lost their life characteristics.

The flesh of all of them seemed to have been drained, leaving only a layer of withered skin around the bones.

The corpse tilted its head, its dehydrated lips unable to cover its exposed teeth, as if it was screaming silently.

Although this scene had an impact on Zhao Fusheng, she had already had a premonition, so she did not panic.

What made her feel tricky was that there was no door in the car.

The surroundings are impermeable, like a welded confined space, if there is no accident, she is spied through the illusion created by the ghost carriage, and she can't leave here.

What the blue-robed man said before came to her mind:

"One for one person, no extra space-"

"When the time comes, the people outside can't come up, and the people inside can't get out."

Merit -10!

Merit -10!

……

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng's merit value was once again consumed a lot.

She felt that her sea of consciousness of saving merit points was like a torrent opening the floodgates, and at this time, she didn't care about feeling sorry for her merit points, but turned her mind and turned into hell.

At this time, there are no other ghosts in Hell except for a stand-in paper man who was sealed and collected by her.

When Kotou Village was named a god, the god list once reminded her: a stand-in paper person, with the same name, surname, and blood and flesh as her.

This is a perfect replica of her stand-in paper figure, with a powerful ghost in it, and I don't know if it is suitable for the ghost carriage at this time.

If the words of the blue-robed man are true, as soon as she gets into the ghost carriage, it will be impossible for her to leave, then there must be a place for her on the carriage.

At this time, the position on the car is just right, if there are multiple people (or multiple ghosts) out of thin air, the number of places in the car is exceeded, which is equivalent to overloading the car, it will go against the law of ghost killing, and there should be a time when the car door opens and squeezes out a place.

- but all this was just her guess, and if she guessed wrong, she would die instantly at the hands of the ghost.

It's just that now, Zhao Fusheng can't help but think about it.