Chapter 91

Danger is imminent.

"Bet!"

Zhao Fusheng didn't say a word, and grabbed the stand-in paper figure out of hell with his mind.

She unleashed the ghost, and the violentness of the stand-in ghost suddenly spread.

But its ghost domain had not yet formed, and it was immediately suppressed by the power of the ghost carriage.

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng took away his hell.

The suggestion that merit points have been deducted suddenly stopped.

As the shadow of hell folded, the stuntman had not yet moved, and the red line hung down from the carriage, binding it firmly.

The force that tightly absorbed Zhao Fusheng's body suddenly leaked, and she bounced off the wall of the carriage and fell to the ground, staggering forward and standing still.

The blood line tied the neck of the stand-in ghost, restricting the ghost's movements.

Above it hangs a name plate, on which it reads: Zhao Fusheng.

At the same time, there was already a 'Zhao Fusheng' in the carriage, and the real Zhao Fusheng began to be rejected by the ghost carriage that was already full.

When the number of people was full, there was no place for her in the ghost carriage.

Zhao Fusheng won the bet.

With the sound of a clang, the lid on the top of the carriage was lifted, and the wind poured into the carriage.

The force of exclusion squeezed Zhao Fusheng out of the car.

She jumped out of the roof of the car with this force, and she stood on top of it, and then she realized where she was in the carriage—

The previously spacious carriage turned into a huge black coffin, and a ghost in a green robe sat in front of the car, driving the ghost horse, and drove forward expressionlessly.

The ghost holds a strange book in one hand and a golden bell in the other.

It shook the bell in its hand, and the crisp sound of the bell rang, and the ghost horse seemed to have found its way forward, and walked along the target of the ghost.

The coffin lid under Zhao Fusheng's feet was closed heavily, and her body fell in the direction of the driving ghost by the force of the coffin lid closed.

The ghost carriage will clean up the superfluous people who have been 'squeezed' out of the car, which is also the reason why the ghost carriage has been driving for many years, but it has always made the people of the Demon Suppression Division unable to catch any clues.

This sudden accident frightened her for a moment, but it was also expected by her.

She tried to kick her legs and kick at the coffin to borrow strength, trying to get away from the obliteration of the ghost, but the moment her toes touched the coffin body, she seemed to think of something and suddenly changed her mind.

As the saying goes, thieves don't go empty.

Wealth and danger are sought!

"I've lost a stand-in paper man, so I have to make some money back, right?"

Her heart was greedy together, and her courage immediately increased.

Zhao Fusheng was eager to try, and immediately let the power of the ghost 'catch' him away.

At the moment when he approached the driving ghost, the gloomy and blue grimace turned his head stiffly and opened his mouth, revealing his dark and bottomless mouth.

Looking at the ghost, the sense of fear is needless to say.

Zhao Fusheng shuddered.

She tried her best to force herself to ignore her fear, and her whole attention fell on the golden bell that the ghost was grasping.

A pale ghost hand grabbed her neck at once, and the chill instantly traveled around Zhao Fusheng's body.

The power of the ghost is incomparably great, grabbing her and stuffing it into the ghost's mouth.

At this time, the ghost's mouth was quickly enlarged in her eyes, and it opened a hundred times in an instant.

At the moment when she was about to be stuffed into the ghost's mouth, she reached out and grabbed the golden bell in the ghost's hand.

The power of the ghost is devoured.

'Bell, bell, bell—'

A hurried sound sounded, and the aura of the demon enveloped her body, her flesh and blood were quickly sucked dry, and her skin collapsed, while the outer skin was intact, loosely covering her arm.

The ghost and the golden bell seem to be one, and she can't forcibly snatch the bell away.

At the critical moment, Zhao Fusheng's arm drooped, and the ghost arm hidden in her hand quickly slid out and was held in her palm.

The skin of the torn off from the ghost's palm fell off, and she raised her ghost hand and tapped the arm of the driving ghost twice.

The severed arm of the rice ghost is activated instantly, and the palm of the hand is opened, plundering the golden bell at once!

This is a palm that can only ask for items, and it reaches out to ask for items, whether it is a person or a ghost, it cannot refuse!

The law of the ghost arm comes into play.

The driver instinctively let go of the hand holding the bell for a moment when it grabbed the golden bell.

Jin Ling was caught in the hands of the rice ghost.

As soon as the bell broke out of the driver's palm, the law of the powerful ghost was suddenly broken.

The importance of losing the golden bell is greater than the level of 'cleaning up the squeezed things in the car', the driver's mouth opened and closed, and the palm of its grip on Zhao Fusheng's neck was loosened, and the free hand grabbed the golden bell.

Zhao Fu escaped from life and death, and the moment her body quickly degenerated, the corner of her eyes flashed from the ghost book placed on the legs of the powerful ghost, and she saw the name marked on it: Zheng He.

And at this time, the moment the ghost arm won the golden bell, it trembled wildly.

The level of the golden bell suppressed the ghost arm, and the ghost could ask for this thing, but he couldn't control it.

The ghost arm quickly shrank, unable to grasp the golden bell.

'Ding Bell'!

When the bell rang, the golden bell fell quickly, and the driving ghost made the carriage turn around with an expressionless face.

If the bell falls back into the hands of the driving ghost, she will lose the stand-in paper figure tonight, not to mention that even the ghost arm has been damaged, and there will be no chance to do it again.

"I'm going to die! I'm going to die! ”

Seeing that she was about to be hit by a ghost car, Zhao Fusheng screamed in her heart, and when the bell did not fall into the hands of the driving ghost, she endured the ghost's pressure, stretched out her other intact hand, and grabbed the golden bell into her palm.

As soon as the bell entered her hand, the extreme cold aura instantly enveloped her body.

The power of the evil ghost's counter-devouring is amazing, and it is not something she can grasp with her bare hands at this time.

She immediately set in motion Hell and ingested the golden bells that shook the sky.

The bell stirred up hell, and the god list reminded her: Do you consume 100 merit points to suppress the space-time ghost bell?

Zhao Fusheng did not hesitate: Yes!

As soon as the merit value was deducted, the golden bell that was originally shaking wildly became quiet for an instant.

All is calm.

The breath of the golden bell disappeared in the world, and the ghost who turned his head lost his goal and mechanically straightened his head.

It didn't seem to realize that the golden bell had disappeared, and it was still instinctively raising its hand to rattle the bell.

Without the golden bell to guide the way, the ghost horse neighed for the first time, and it lost its direction.

Zhao Fusheng fell to the ground.

In front of the ghost car is a palatial mansion.

The horse wall was erected, and a gate three feet high appeared in front of Zhao Fusheng.

Under the eaves of the house were hung lanterns, and although it was night, they were illuminated as day.

Above the gate, there are four big characters written in a small seal: Liu's ancestral hall.

At this time, the door of Vermilion was wide open, revealing the lively scene inside.

I saw that the interior of the Liu clan ancestral hall, which had not been renovated at the beginning, was spacious and extraordinary, not the appearance of the streets later, and there were countless tables and chairs in the open space in the middle.

Countless servants and slaves shuttled between the feasts.

There were a lot of guests who went to celebrate the birthday, and everyone sat at the table to eat and drink.

In the distance, you can see the stage, the lights are bright, and the singing is very lively.

And at the moment before Zhao Fu gave birth to the ghost carriage, there seemed to be an accident inside, and someone screamed loudly, shouting that there was a ghost, which attracted everyone's attention.

The steward, dressed in joy in front of the door and preparing to welcome the guests into the room to drink the sake of the juju, turned his head to look inside.

An odd man in a black robe stood up, took a man's head off, and put it on his neck.

As if sensing the prying eyes outside, the ghost who had just picked up his head subconsciously wanted to turn his head.

Terrible ghosts are coming.

was watched by a ghost, and a palpitation arose.

……

At this moment, the former luxury mansion began to become ethereal.

The lights gradually dimmed, and the piercing screams and howls gradually became distant and smaller.

The shadow of the steward, whose face had changed drastically, faded, and the red door and red wall disappeared, replaced by dark alleys and low-run houses on both sides of the mezzanine.

The scenes of two different eras overlapped bizarrely at this night and at this time, and the strange time and space tugged at Zhao Fusheng's consciousness, as if they were all fighting for her to stay.

"The guest is here to congratulate Master Liu on his birthday, right?"

Forty years ago, in the ancestral hall of the Liu family, a man wearing a small blue hat and a small robe smiled at her and said:

"Come in, please."

"Whew--Whew--Whew--"

Zhao Fusheng gasped for breath and wanted to refuse, but after being invited by this person, he couldn't help but want to enter the gate of the ancestral hall.

She was terrified, and what remnants of her sanity forced her to back off.

The two planes were fighting for her at the same time, and the gaze of the ghost made her mind feel terrifying and frightened, which greatly interfered with her judgment and made her fall into a brief trance.

Just as she was like a walking corpse, her body was muddy and uncontrollable towards the gate of the Liu family's ancestral hall-

Suddenly, someone whispered behind her:

"Who is it?"

This loud shout suddenly erased the strange feeling caused by the overlap of the previous two time and space, and Zhao Fusheng's consciousness was like hearing the hollow mountain bell ringing in the chaos, and in an instant, he seemed to be hit by the blow, and returned to reality.

The ghost carriage stopped in front of the gate of the Liu clan ancestral hall forty years ago, and the hanging lanterns disappeared little by little like starlight obscured by clouds and mist.

The vermilion gates and walls have been faded by the passage of time, replaced by low, dilapidated laneways.

Zhao Fusheng 'kicked' back a few steps, gasping for breath with palpitations.

She turned her head, her heart pounding wildly against her chest, so loud that she almost ignored all the noise around her.

It was dark now, and about two feet away from her, a tall figure with a long stick stood there, staring at her with wariness.

Zhao Fu escaped from life and death, and after a while, his eyes regained focus and recognized him:

"Yizhen, it's me!"

Her voice was still trembling when she spoke, and Liu Yizhen, who was holding a long stick, was relieved the moment she spoke.

The young man hesitated for a moment, but still strode forward:

"Why are you still here?"

"I-"

It was difficult to explain what happened before, and as soon as Zhao Fusheng's lips moved, he immediately stopped the words that came to his lips, and then looked at Liu Yizhen:

"Why are you here?"

Liu Yizhen saw that she didn't answer the rhetorical question, and was silent for a long time before saying:

"There was an abnormality in the Confucius Temple."

"What's the change?" Zhao Fusheng thought of the arrival of the ghost carriage.

After she got into the car, the car took her to the Liu Clan Ancestral Hall forty years ago to congratulate Liu Huacheng on his birthday.

Although it is in different time and space, the existence of ghost carriages cannot be seen in Yaofan Hutong forty years later, but the ghost carriage appeared here, and in the time of forty years ago, the headless ghost and Liu Huacheng should have seen this uninvited guest.

And now, forty years later, in the face of the former time and space guest-

"Liu Huacheng and the headless ghost have a strange movement?" She thought for a moment and asked.

Liu Yizhen's originally expressionless face suddenly broke down, and he asked almost in horror:

"How do you know?"

And so it was!

Zhao Fusheng's heart sank:

"I can't tell you why just yet." Seeing Liu Yizhen's brows furrowed, she explained:

"You can't listen to this, if you tell you, you'll be marked by the devil, and then things will be even more tricky."

At first, Liu Yizhen thought that she was wary and was reluctant to tell herself some things.

At this time, when I heard her say this, I immediately understood her intentions.

He lived to this age, and he had dealt with ghosts, and he knew the horrors of ghosts, and he knew that there were some things he could hear and some things he could not.

"Then don't talk about it." He said immediately.

Zhao Fusheng nodded.

刘义真 says:

"After you left yesterday evening, the carriage of the Demon Suppression Division came to pick you up, saying that you had been in the air at Meng Po's stall and had not seen you."

At that time, Liu Yizhen thought that she had other things to do, so she left alone.

She's a ghost rider.

At least on the bright side, she walked sideways in Wan'an County.

Everyone didn't guess that something would happen to her, and such a small episode was not taken to heart by Liu Yizhen.

Until dawn, he found that the three ghosts in the temple were wrong!

"The ghost breath of the ghost who wants to eat is weakened, and the breath of my grandfather's corpse and the headless ghost in the ghost coffin fluctuates."

At that time, there was a ghost fog in the Confucius Temple.

This change scared Liu Yizhen out of a white-haired cold sweat, thinking that the three ghosts would be revived at the same time.

Fortunately, after a while, the ghost fog dissipated, and the two big ghosts who were on the verge of recovery fell back into silence.

After the incident, the first target of his suspicion at that time was the paper man!

This person has a thief gene, is scheming, and has long been suspicious of the ghost coffin.

As soon as Liu Yizhen thought of this, he immediately picked up a stick and patrolled the alley where he wanted to eat.

As soon as he walked a short distance, he saw a figure in the distance, and he said:

"I shouted, and you replied to me."

Zhao Fusheng was very clear about the reason for the three ghosts' movements, and her palpitations did not disappear, pressing her heart that was still beating wildly, and said:

"It has nothing to do with the paper man, because the balance of the rice alley was almost broken."

The ghost carriage didn't know where it came from, but it was able to forcibly break the absolute balance formed by the two fierce ghosts of Liu Huacheng and the headless ghost.

And the sluggish aura of the ghost should be due to the fact that she used the ghost arm to steal the golden bell and was counterattacked.

“……”

Liu Yizhen looked at her deeply.

She was able to give an explanation of the situation in the Confucius Temple, proving that she should know some inside information, and then thinking that she couldn't tell herself about this matter, it would attract a ghost mark, and Liu Yizhen immediately understood that she had suffered a ghost disaster last night.

Not long after the ghost case in Kotou Village passed, she encountered another ghost disaster.

His gaze fell on Zhao Fusheng, seeing that her arms were weakly hanging down, and her expression was a little tired, but in addition, she looked resolute and her eyes were sharp.

If it weren't for the fact that he could vaguely feel that her breath was disordered at this time, and there was still a faint feeling of palpitations on her face, Liu Yizhen wouldn't have been able to tell that she had dealt with ghosts at all.

It is difficult for a ghost rider not to be consumed by the power of the ghost.

can shake Liu Huacheng and the headless ghost, two ghost-level ghosts, it can be seen that the ghost disaster encountered by Zhao Fusheng is extraordinary, how can she escape from such a ghost disaster intact?

At this time, Liu Yizhen's heart set off earth-shattering waves, and all kinds of terrifying and terrifying thoughts flashed in his mind one by one.

He was even confused by Zhao Fusheng's existence.

Now many people in Wan'an County are paying attention to her, and those who have a little relationship know her origin: the chess piece that was once held in the hands of the Fan brothers should have been a substitute for the ghost, but due to a mistake, he was lucky enough to control the ghost, and finally counterattacked and took control of the Demon Division.

Such a small person who appeared in a desperate situation quickly settled Wan'an County, which should have been out of control, in a short period of time.

She has shown an extraordinary talent for handling ghost cases.

In terms of timeline, she is obviously just a newcomer, but she can frequently get out of ghost cases.

Liu Yizhen had a strange thought in his heart: Could it be that there is really a genius who deals with ghosts in this world, and Zhao Fusheng is the savior of Wan'an County at this time?

He didn't ask about what happened last night, but just asked:

"Is the situation stable now?"

Zhao Fusheng's face turned pale, and he didn't know how to answer his question for a while.

After a moment of entanglement, she shook her head, her expression a little cautious:

"It's hard to say."