Chapter 127

Pang Zhi County's first reaction was that there was a new ghost case in Wan'an County again!

The imprint of the ghost tomb in the west of the city was loosened, and among the corpses buried inside, there was a powerful ghost resurrection.

The inexplicable early darkness in the past two days is related to the ghost case.

It just so happened that at this time, Zhao Fusheng went to Baozhi County and did not return, and the county was affected by the ghost domain, and the errand he sent out to report the news seemed to have been hit by the ghost and hit the wall, and he couldn't leave Wan'an County at all.

Pang Zhixian was as anxious as an ant on the edge of a pot, and when he was very anxious, it happened that Zhao Fusheng and his party returned safely at this time.

Because she went fast and came back quickly, she began to see Xiao Fan get out of the car first, Pang Zhixian thought that Zhao Fusheng's case was not smooth this time, but later heard her say that the ghost case had been solved.

If it weren't for the fact that Wan'an County was also in danger at this time, Pang Zhi County would have asked about the details of the case in Baozhi County earlier.

As the men spoke, the carriage sped through the quiet, empty streets, drawing closer and closer to the west of the city.

The farther west the city, the darker it became, almost to the point where you couldn't see your fingers.

The houses on the west side of the city were shrouded in darkness, like a monster dormant in the night.

As the carriage traveled westward, the chiseling sound of the 'clanging bell' became clearer and more intense.

'Bell-bell-bell-'

The sound of percussion seemed to come from all directions, and the noise was so disturbing that it almost drowned out the sound of the horse's hooves.

The carriage was so quiet that the needles could be heard, and several people approached the west of the city, and they all subconsciously shut up and didn't say more.

Zhang Chuanshi heard the heartbeat of himself, Pang Zhixian, and Fan Bid's 'dong dong', and after a short time, he felt dry mouth and irritable and chest pain.

He sat stiffly for a long time, his thighs were numb, and he wanted to move his toes, but as soon as he lifted his legs, there was a 'sting' sound between the friction of his clothes, which frightened everyone into a cold sweat.

"What are you moving?"

Pang Zhixian complained angrily:

"It scared the hell out of me."

Zhao Fusheng glanced at Pang Zhixian unexpectedly.

Since he met this old magistrate, Zhao Fusheng feels that he has a good personality, although he is sometimes worried, but he has always been tolerant of the people of the Demon Suppression Division.

In the Demon Suppression Division before, when this ghost case was mentioned, Zhang Chuanshi interrupted him several times and robbed him of the limelight, he was very generous, but at this time he seemed a little irritable, as if his temper was much more anxious.

Zhang Chuanshi was contrary to his usual refusal to suffer, and was accused by Pang Zhixian, and immediately laughed:

"My leg is numb."

Fan Bidan looked at Zhang Chuanshi with disgust, but he didn't mix into the bickering between the two, but said to Zhao Fusheng:

"My lord, the car is getting slower."

Zhao Fusheng also realized.

From half a quarter of an hour ago, the driver's movements were getting slower and slower.

There was a copper lamp on the left and right sides of the carriage of the Demon Suppressor, and the lamp was filled with oil.

Before departure, the light was still visible, but the further west you went, the weaker the light became, and the flame was only the size of a bean, only illuminating the front of the car about half a foot in diameter.

As soon as Fan Bi's voice fell, the coachman was stunned for a while before he spoke:

"Big, my lord, I can't see the road clearly."

He seems to have been affected by the ghost domain, and his speech is a little incoherent at this time.

Zhao Fusheng's heart sank and asked:

"Where are we?"

After she asked, the scene was silent for a while.

'Bell-bell-bell-'

The sound of percussion was mixed with the footsteps of the horses as they dragged the heavy cart forward: click, click.

The sound of the wheels turning was also mixed in, and the breath of the three people in the car gradually became rapid.

Zhang Chuanshi hugged the soul book into his arms and shouted:

"Hey, what do you ask!"

At some point, the fog grew thicker and thicker.

In the darkness of the night, there is an eerie feeling transmitted in the air, and the silence turns into oppression, and the fear of people is magnified to the extreme at this time.

Before he arrived at the ghost tomb, Pang Zhixian felt that his legs were starting to weaken.

In the midst of these mixed noises, accompanied by the sound of a chisel of a 'bell', the sound of 'gurgling' water suddenly sounded.

It was as if there was a small spring nearby, gushing out silently.

These strange noises were mixed together, but they formed an extremely quiet effect, and no one answered after Zhang Chuanshi finished shouting.

The shadow of death loomed over the hearts of several people in the carriage!

The horse pulling the cart slowly took two steps forward, and then, as if losing its artificial urging, gradually stopped.

Zhao Fusheng made a quick decision:

"We'll get out of the car here, and you'll turn around and drive back to the Demon Suppressor—"

With that, she made a gesture to get up.

But as soon as they came, Zhang Chuanshi reached out and grabbed her:

"Think twice, this place is wrong."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Zhao Fusheng turned around and scolded him:

"We're here to handle ghost cases, and if everything is right here, I won't come!"

It's about ghost cases, and she doesn't talk as well as usual.

Zhang Chuanshi was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously let go.

The other people in the car did not move, Zhao Fusheng got up and got out of the carriage, and the coachman sat stiffly in the front of the car and did not move.

"Come down."

She shouted, Fan Bidie and the others breathed a sigh of relief, and they also got out of the car one after another.

Pang Zhi County walked last.

He is old and not very bold, if it weren't for the lady who was worried about being marked by a ghost at home, I am afraid that he would not be able to hold it and collapsed in the car.

The four of them got out of the carriage and looked around, and there was a vast darkness.

Black is like the purest color in this world, polluting all existence.

When the eyes are adjusted to the darkness, they can see tiny dust droplets floating in the air in the endless black fog, and the houses in the distance turn into thicker black shadows, lurking in the distance.

The entire county town of Wan'an seems to have become an empty city, where you can't hear the chirping of birds and insects, and you can't sense the existence of living creatures.

"Ga-" Zhang Chuanshi tried to open his mouth, wanting to shout 'Adult', but because of the influence of fear, he only let out a mechanical cry from his mouth.

Thankfully, no one laughed at him at this time.

Fan Bi died and Pang Zhixian were extremely scared.

Pang Zhixian stood against the carriage and tightly grabbed the corner of Fan Bi's clothes.

Zhao Fusheng's eyes fell on the horseman who was driving the car, and with a faint light, the four of them could see him sitting there, holding the rope, his head hanging down, and the vehicle had already stopped at some point.

He seemed to be asleep.

"Something is wrong."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head and glanced at Fan Bisheng.

His complexion was originally slightly darker, but at this time he was already white with fright, and when he received Zhao Fusheng's eyes, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and walked towards the coachman with courage:

"Hey—"

Fan Bisheng stretched out his hand and pushed, and the coachman who was sitting in front of the car before fell down limply.

He 'poofed' to the ground, and the place where he was sitting was already dyed red.

"Blood! Blood! ”

When Zhang Chuanshi saw the bloodstains on the seat, his pupils trembled in fright.

The rich smell of blood spread, turning into the shadow of death, and enveloping everyone's hearts.

"Dead?"

Zhao Fusheng's heart tightened, he didn't expect that there was no sign in advance, and the ghost hadn't seen it yet, and someone in the Demon Suppression Division had already been killed in front of her.

Fan Bidie didn't speak at this moment, and desperately rubbed his hands on his clothes.

It is very strange to touch the corpse of a person who has been killed by a ghost.

At this time, people are about to die, and it stands to reason that the corpse should be soft, but the person who drove the car died at the hands of a powerful ghost, and the corpse was cold and cold, and it was a little hard.

Coupled with the influence of the surrounding environment at this time, the reason why Fan Bisheng did not run away was purely because of Zhao Fusheng's prestige.

And the moment Zhang Chuanshi saw that the coachman was pushed down by Fan Bi, he behaved even more cowardly than Pang Zhixian.

His legs trembled, his trousers shook rhythmically, and he couldn't stand on his feet against the wall of the carriage.

This waste!

Zhao Fusheng was speechless in his heart, and then instructed Pang Zhixian:

"The huge man takes a lamp down."

Pang Zhixian was also afraid, but the desire to save his wife formed an unparalleled courage, and when he heard Zhao Fusheng's order, he hurriedly responded:

"Whoa."

After speaking, he mustered up the courage to walk to the front of the car and raised his hand to pick up the bronze lamp.

'Bell-'

'Bell-'

The sound of percussion is incessant.

His back was empty, and the cold sweat had already soaked his clothes, and when the night breeze blew, his clothes were attached to his vest, making Pang Zhixian, who was in the ghost domain, always feel like a ghost was standing against his back, blowing cold wind at him.

If it weren't for the indecent screaming at this time, he would have cried out loud.

The more flustered he became, the slower his movements became, and he hadn't taken off the lamp several times.

Several people scattered a few steps, which made Pang Zhixian lose his sense of security.

Fortunately, Fan Bi was relieved at this time.

Compared with Zhang Chuanshi, who is not a little useless, his performance is undoubtedly much better, and when he heard Zhao Fusheng shouting Pang Zhixian to take the lamp, he knew that Zhao Fusheng should have deliberately wanted to take the lamp to illuminate.

Either to look at the driver's body, or to walk forward.

Thinking of this, he strode around to the other side of the carriage and dared to fetch the lamp.

The hook interface of the copper lamp seems to be rusty, and it has been half-welded to the carriage.

The Demon Suppression Division has just been restarted, and all the tools are new, and this rust is obviously not normal at this time, and it should have something to do with the ghost domain here.

He took it a few times hard, knocking the lamp into a 'clang', but did not remove it.

"Da Fan, you light-"

Every time Zhang Chuanshi heard a knocking sound, he was terrified and stretched out his hand to cover his chest.

Fan Bi Death ignored him, but violently took the lamp.

He was young and strong, and his strength was not comparable to that of a literati like Pang Zhixian, so he took down the bronze lamp after a short time.

It's just that after taking it, most of the oil in the lamp was spilled, and I'm afraid it won't last long.

Zhao Fusheng saw that he had taken the lamp, so he squatted down in front of the coachman who fell to the ground.

Her movements verified Fan Bi's guess.

The scene of the coachman falling to the ground was similar to the situation of Vader in the Demon Suppression Division before, with his limbs curled up, as if his hands and feet were restrained by some kind of force, and they were constricted in the direction of his abdomen.

He didn't blink an eye.

Zhao Fusheng ignored his pale face and tore apart the arms that were protecting his chest-

The coachman's clothes were already soaked with blood, and they were firmly attached to his cold, stiff corpse.

Zhao Fusheng carefully peeled off several layers of cloth that had been full of blood, and sure enough, he saw a blood hole the size of a teacup appear under his clothes.

The hole was carved out of the inside by a ghost using an unknown killing technique, and broken bones could be seen under the rolled flesh.

After a while, the blood of the deceased had begun to coagulate, taking on an ominous purple-black color in the light.

At this moment, Pang Zhixian couldn't take off the lamp for a long time, he was anxious and afraid, and shouted:

"Master Zhang, come and help me."

“……”

Zhang Chuanshi didn't want to work.

But today it's like an evil spirit, Fan Bi called him twice, and even Pang Zhixian was calling him.

If he still stood still, it was conceivable that Zhao Fusheng and the others would be about to scold him.

He scolded in his heart, got up and walked towards Pang Zhi County, complaining as he walked:

"I said what's the matter with your old parents, you read and write too much, and you can't even take off a lamp with this hand."

The two of them worked together to tug at the lamp, making it 'clang'.

And at this moment, Zhao Fusheng heard the sound of the two bickering, and there was a heavy blow of a 'bell'.

Her hand shook, and the coachman's bloody coat, which was pinched on the tips of her fingers, fell back to the deceased's chest with a 'snap'.

"I said you-"

She didn't speak out angrily, and before she finished speaking, Fan Bi let out an exclamation:

"Fu, Fufu—"

He seemed to be so frightened that he couldn't even speak clearly because of his fear.

The back of Zhao Fusheng's head was cold, and he realized that something was wrong, so he didn't care to see Zhang Chuanshi, and subconsciously sank his consciousness into the god list, and almost summoned the door god.

A terrible sense of horror enveloped her.

But she thought of the wish of the door god and the price she needed to pay, and she forcibly stopped her thoughts.

She forced herself to calm down.

Zhao Fusheng's personality doesn't like to guess and imagine, even if there is a powerful ghost standing behind her, she has to witness it with her own eyes.

Thinking of this, she turned her head awkwardly.

Zhang Chuanshi and Pang Zhixian finally worked together in the panicked shouts of Fan Bi and took down the lamp with great courage.

At the same time, the eyes of Zhao Fusheng and the other three who turned their heads fell on the dead coachman.

I saw that the coachman who had died earlier was moving.

“……”

“……”

“……”

In the strange silence of the four, the dead coachman stiffened his neck and raised his head.

His thin face had lost its bloodshot color, and his eyes glowed with a strange blue glow.

The deceased's pupils dilated, and the figures of the four could no longer be reflected, and there seemed to be an invisible silk thread on his head, carrying him up.

The two stiff arms were unstrengthened at some point, and they fell to the ground weakly, like two dragged cloth towels.

His head rises, followed by his neck and chest.

The action of getting up tore at his fatal wound, and large clots of black-red blood that had already congealed poured out of it.

Then the dead man's bones crackled, his waist, his legs—and then he stood up in a strange stiff and terrible position.

Zhang Chuanshi felt that he didn't pee on his crotch at this time, he was really brave!

'Boom. ’

Fan Bi Death swallowed another mouthful of saliva.

Under the gaze of several people, the dead man stood tremblingly, like a newborn child learning to walk.