Chapter 149

Zhang Chuanshi was sitting in the car with his legs between his legs at this time, and he didn't dare to breathe, and looked at Zhuang Lao Qi, who was sitting opposite.

This old man is greedy for life and afraid of death, but he is also rich and hardworking, and when he hears that he is asked to work, he tries to avoid it.

At this time, when he heard that Zhao Fusheng wanted him to drive, he actually showed a happy expression, as if a good thing had fallen from heaven, and stood up with great joy:

"I knew adults were taking care of me."

He grunted out of the carriage and sat firmly in the rush seat.

Zhao Fusheng also followed into the carriage.

At this time, everyone in the car turned their heads to look at her, and there was a faint smell of corpses mixed with the fishy smell of stagnant water in the carriage.

The carriage was a little damp, as if it was a midsummer night pond, with a frightening atmosphere.

Since the Demon Suppression Division was on the right track, the carriage in the division has been repeatedly transformed, and now the carriage can accommodate at least ten people.

The seats belonged to both sides, but all the people who went to Kuailiang Village this time, including Gou Laosi, several people sat on the right side of the carriage with a tacit understanding, and Zhuang Laoqi sat on the left side, as if he was a little frightened and uneasy.

Although the crowd did not speak, the exclusion of him was obvious, and there was fear in their eyes.

In such an atmosphere, Zhuang Laoqi's face was a little bad, the lower eyelids and lips gradually became blue, the whites of his eyes began to become chaotic, and the whole person was even more terrifying.

Wu Shaochun, Fan Wusu and Gou Laosi unconsciously squeezed into a row, trembling, and they didn't dare to gasp.

“……”

As soon as Zhao Fusheng got into the car, everyone turned their faces to stare at her.

Wu Shaochun squeezed his eyes at her and motioned for her to sit on the side of the crowd.

Fan Wusu didn't speak, Gou Laosi lowered his eyebrows and eyelids, looked at his nose and nose, and looked at his heart, and he was also pretending to be dead.

Zhuang Laoqi's situation was even worse.

Corpse spots had appeared on his face, and anyone who looked at him could tell that he was no different from a dead man.

His eyes were covered with a smooth gray-white film, which made his eyes appear as if they had deteriorated, and when he stared at them, he was terrified.

At this time, Zhuang Laoqi was panicked and afraid.

After the physical death, he lost his sense of pain, as if he couldn't smell the stench of corpses on his body, but he felt the rejection and fear of Gou Laosi, Fan Wusu and others.

This disturbed him.

After seeing Zhao Fusheng get into the car, he also rolled his eyes with difficulty, and his gaze fell on Zhao Fusheng, with a hint of expectation mixed with a cold look mixed with apprehension and a faint ferocity.

The two sides were silent for a long time.

Zhao Fusheng bent his legs and bent over, looked left and right a few times, and finally chose to sit down next to Zhuang Laoqi.

"Goo-"

Zhuang Laoqi breathed a big sigh of relief visibly with the naked eye, and the fierceness on his face instantly turned into a look of joy and gratitude.

Zhao Fusheng acted as if nothing happened, reached out and patted him on the arm:

"Sit down a little bit, don't squeeze me."

"Goo-yes, yes."

He was reprimanded, but he felt very happy - especially when everyone avoided him, the more Zhao Fusheng looked as usual, the more down-to-earth Zhuang Laoqi felt in his heart.

"My lord, goo, sit here—"

Zhuang Laoqi moved to the side, and the place where he had sat left a very obvious imprint of sewage, exuding a foul smell.

Zhao Fusheng sat down as if he didn't see it, and Wu Shaochun on the other side showed an obvious look of sympathy in his eyes.

"My lord, why don't we change positions—" he said stiffly.

Zhao Fusheng saved his life, he was worried about his kindness, and he decided to sacrifice himself very righteously.

When Zhuang Laoqi heard this, his eyes showed a fierce light.

"Sitting on you honestly, I know it in my heart."

Zhao Fusheng replied.

Wu Shaochun still wanted to speak, but the smile on Zhuang Laoqi's face had collapsed, and he stared at him coldly.

The smell of corpses in the car is even stronger.

At this moment, Zhang Chuanshi drove the horses outside, so that the carriage moved slowly, and the vehicle drove out of Baoding Lane, where the Demon Suppression Division belonged, and he suddenly slapped his head:

"It's broken!"

Zhao Fusheng carefully held his breath, but the stench followed her, as if it had penetrated into her body along the pores around her body.

She didn't die from the previous resurgence of the ghost, but she almost suffocated to death by the smell.

Several other people in the car also turned pale, but they didn't dare to squeak.

"Your Excellency."

Zhang Chuanshi shouted, but didn't hear Zhao Fusheng's response, so he couldn't help but increase the volume and shouted again:

"Your Excellency?"

He turned his head, revealing half of his face, his eyes still staring ahead.

Zhao Fusheng struggled to squeeze out a sentence from between his teeth:

"What's the matter?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt like she was going to suffocate.

The stench of the corpse sucked in through her open mouth, making her want to retch.

Zhang Chuanshi sat outside and didn't notice anything about it, only feeling that something was not quite right in her tone.

After thinking about it, he didn't make any mistakes today, so he boldly spoke:

"My lord, I should have brought the people arranged by Dafan to the car just now, how do you go to Kuailiang Village?"

He could only know the way to the city, but he didn't know which direction Kuailiang Village was in after leaving the city.

"What's so hard about that?" Zhao Fusheng exhaled imperceptibly, trying not to arouse Zhuang Laoqi's doubts, and made a casual appearance:

"Just let Zhuang Laoqi sit next to you and show you the way."

“……”

This suddenly shook Zhang Chuanshi and almost fell off the carriage, he was shocked, and was about to refuse, but Zhao Fusheng didn't give him a chance, and turned to Zhuang Lao Qidao:

"You are familiar with the road in Kuailiang Village, you go and show Lao Zhang the direction."

"Huh?"

Zhuang Laoqi opened his mouth wide in a daze, and his face was cloudy.

Zhao Fusheng pretended to be impatient:

"This is the reason why I brought you and Gou Si, in addition to the fact that you two were marked by powerful ghosts, it is also because you are familiar with the roads of Zhuangjia Village and Kuailiang Village, don't delay time, go quickly."

"Yes...... It's ......"

Zhuang Laoqi heard her urging, and hurriedly answered in his mouth, but he got up slowly.

"Your Excellency, you-"

Zhang Chuanshi was anxious when he heard it.

Everyone knew that Zhuang Laoqi's situation was weird, and he just didn't want to be in the same room with Zhuang Laoqi so he escaped.

I thought that this trip to Kuailiang Village was a beautiful trip, but if Zhao Fusheng drove the ghosts out, wouldn't he have to accompany the ghosts the whole way?

He wept and howled:

"Your Excellency, spare your life—"

"Don't talk nonsense, what does it cost to catch a car."

Zhao Fusheng warned him:

"Do a good job, don't mess things up, I can't spare you."

Zhang Chuanshi heard the meaning of her words, and suddenly dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.

And Zhuang Laoqi got up and got out of the car, and sat on the handle of the car by relying on Zhang Chuanshi.

His body was cold, without half of his vitality, and the moment he got close to Zhang Chuanshi, a large amount of water vapor came from his body, wetting the arms of the two of them.

Zhang Chuanshi subconsciously turned his head, and then saw a face that was so white that it was yellow, and a large number of blue shadows appeared under the eyes, which looked very scary.

"......" his body shook.

With all his strength, he swallowed the screams back into his stomach.

Zhuang Laoqi grinned at him in a friendly manner, his teeth were covered with pitch-black silt and sand, and nameless black water flowed down the corners of his mouth, soaking the clothes he had just pulled from Fan Wuxu's body.

"Brother, you listen to my brother, don't laugh."

Zhang Chuanshi was so shocked that he flew out of the sky, but he still freed up one hand to dignify Lao Qi's chin, and pushed his chin back hard, forcing him to close his lips.

"You don't smile nicely, I don't like it."

"Yes, yes, Goo."

Zhuang Laoqi seems to still maintain a certain thinking when he was alive, and he also has a certain awe of the 'big man' of the Demon Suppression Division like Zhang Chuanshi.

Hearing him say this, he really tried his best to close his mouth: "My father said the same thing." ”

After speaking, he smiled flatteringly at Zhang Chuanshi, and then the black water flowed out, and he realized that he was 'laughing' again, and he hurriedly covered his lips, showing a flattering look at Zhang Chuanshi.

"Driving a car is a delicate job, you can't make mistakes, you just need to show the way, don't talk to me all the way, can it be done?"

Zhang Chuanshi asked calmly.

"Cheng-goo."

Zhuang Laoqi let go of his hand to answer, but as soon as he spoke, he saw Zhang Chuanshi frowning and glaring at him, he hurriedly covered his mouth again, and nodded desperately to show his sincerity.

Zhang Chuanshi breathed a sigh of relief, turned fear into strength, and drove the carriage.

After Zhuang Laoqi left the carriage, the suffocating stench suddenly dissipated most of it, and everyone breathed a long sigh of relief.

Along the way, Zhuang Laoqi performed well and sat quietly beside Zhang Chuanshi.

Everyone was silent for about half an hour, and after the carriage drove out of Wan'an County, Gou Laosi was the first to hold back and break the silence:

"My lord, is there really a ghost case in Kuailiang Village? Cousin Zhuang, has she really become a ghost? ”

At the mention of the word 'ghost', Gou Laosi was a little uneasy.

At this time, Zhuang Laoqi was tantamount to a 'ghost', and this ghost was still sitting quietly on the front of the car, giving others great psychological pressure.

At some point, the wound on his back began to leak.

As if the invisible membrane could no longer stop the rippling water waves in his body, the water dripped down his vest, wetting his clothes into a visible water mark.

'Tick-tock' dripped all over the road as the carriage passed.

Zhao Fusheng looked at Zhuang Laoqi's back, his face was a little serious, and he frowned.

When Gou Laosi spoke, Zhuang Laoqi, who had been sitting motionless as a dead man, suddenly raised his head.

He seemed to want to turn his head, but the movement made the water flow faster and faster.

"My cousin, has she really become a ghost? My lord? Is she really going to kill me? ”

He seemed to be a little puzzled:

"How many years older than my cousin, and she hugged me when she was young, how could it be?"

"What's impossible in this world?"

Zhao Fusheng replied lightly.

"But it's not fair, my lord—"

Zhuang Laoqi was a little aggrieved.

When he said this, there was even a hint of resentment, Zhao Fusheng looked up at him strangely, and always felt that when Zhuang Laoqi said this, he seemed to have some understanding of his real situation, and he was quite unwilling.

She didn't speak.

Zhuang Laoqi said again:

"When she was not married, I spoke for her, how could I hurt her?"

He seemed to be full of grievances in his heart, as if he was afraid that if he didn't say it at this time, he would never have a chance to say it again in the future.

Zhao Fusheng didn't ask, he just kept talking:

"My uncle's family has four daughters and two sons, and my cousin has four in the family, two sisters and an older brother, a younger sister and a younger brother."

As the saying goes, a father loves his eldest son, and a mother loves his son.

Zhuang Siniang is sandwiched between siblings and is a child who is neglected by the family.

In this era, people are poor and poor, and there are many children in the family, which means that the taxes are heavy, and Zhuang Laoqi's uncle and parents work hard every year, but they are still living very hard.

Every day at sunrise and sunset, but even so, with six children at home, Zhuang Laoqi's uncle is still in debt, so the husband and wife are very short-tempered.

"Is your uncle and parents in a good relationship?" Zhao Fusheng asked.

"There are fights, but they can get by."

Zhuang Laoqi was very happy when he heard Zhao Fusheng's answer, and said:

"My uncle sometimes gets irritated and wants to beat people, and when he beats my aunt, sometimes my aunt is in a bad mood when she is beaten, so he beats the child."

Wu Shaochun and the others were accustomed to it, and even Gou Laosi felt normal, but Fan Wuxu heard this and showed a hint of surprise.

"Was your cousin beaten?" Zhao Fusheng asked again.

"My cousin was beaten the most."

Zhuang Siniang is not the eldest daughter, nor is she the youngest daughter, and she is in the middle of the most embarrassing situation in the family when she is young.

The farmer's child is not a treasure in the palm of her hand, she has to help the family get up early and work late at a very young age, and if she is a little slower, or her parents will be beaten if they don't like it.

Every day is fearful, and his temperament is docile and introverted, which has earned him the name of virtue.

"I remember one year—"

Zhuang Laoqi was very interested in talking, and without waiting for Zhao Fusheng to ask more questions, he took the initiative to mention an old matter.

But after his physical death, his brain was not very bright, and it was very difficult to recall some things, so he paused for a while before he hesitated:

"I remember when it was the hour, what year was it? How can I not remember? ”

With that, he slapped his head hard.

There was a 'whoosh' sound in his head, every time he patted it, it was like a ripe melon, Zhao Fusheng listened to the 'woo' sound in fear, and he was afraid that his head would be shattered when he palmed it, and then the blood red and white pulp would burst everywhere.

She glared at Gou Laosi and glanced at him.

The first person to mention the stubble was Gou Laosi, and at this time, he naturally wanted to let him play a round.

Gou Laosi was restless, seeing Zhuang Laoqi slapping his head hard, every time he patted it, his eyelids jumped violently, and after receiving Zhao Fusheng's eyes, he stiffened his head and spoke:

"Old, old watch, what's the matter?"

As soon as he spoke, Zhuang Laoqi was immediately very happy:

"Old watch—yes, old watch, you were there at the time."

"That year, that year, my cousin married her daughter, do you remember-"

"Oh-" Gou Laosi's mind was much brighter, and as soon as he reminded him, he immediately remembered:

"When we were eight years old."

The two cousins are not much different in age, although they are not close relatives, but because they are similar in age and have similar temperaments, they have played well since childhood.

For so many years, the two have no guesses, they grew up together, and they made an appointment to work in the county-

I thought it was just a short trip to make money, but after a casual joke, Zhuang Laoqi suddenly died unexpectedly.

"Old watch—"

Gou Laosi thought about the past, suddenly his eyes turned red, tears came out of his eyes, and he shouted out of control.