Chapter 152

"Zhuang Laoqi was originally going to show us the way, Lao Zhang, you follow his guidance." Zhao Fusheng calmly commanded.

"Ah, this-"

Zhang Chuanshi had a bitter face, afraid and afraid, he didn't move, and when he hesitated, he shrank his head and shouted with a shy face:

"My lord, I'm afraid, can you sit behind me, so that my old Zhang can dare to go forward."

When he said this, he was actually mentally prepared to be rejected by Zhao Fusheng, and while picking up the reins in resignation, he was about to scold the horses and move forward, but he heard Zhao Fusheng say briskly:

"Okay."

"Yay?"

Zhang Chuanshi was stunned, sensing the slight bump of the carriage, Zhao Fusheng stood up from the carriage, took a few steps, and then leaned over and sat behind Zhang Chuanshi.

For some reason, as soon as she sat down, Zhang Chuanshi instantly felt that the fear in her heart was suppressed by an invisible sense of steadfastness.

"Everyone sit tight, Zhuang Laoqi, which direction are you going?"

He swept away the emptiness of his heart when he talked to Zhuang Laoqi before, and the volume when he asked for directions suddenly became louder.

Zhuang Laoqi raised his arm stiffly and stiffly, and every time he moved, the sound of water flowing on his body became louder and louder.

He pointed forward:

"That's—"

The direction of Zhuang Laoqi's finger happened to be the place where the ghost road opened.

Zhang Chuanshi no longer flinched, and shouted:

"Let's go!"

With that, he took a deep breath and whipped it.

The horse was in pain and took a step forward with a long roar.

This step pulled the carriage forward, the shadow of the carriage was shrouded in red light, and the original endless abyss suddenly opened up at the moment when the carriage stepped into the ghost road.

The fog that obscured the sky disappeared without a trace in an instant, and the black and red ghost road was nowhere to be seen.

The sound of running water sounded.

Zhang Chuanshi was about to gallop his horse and stiffened, with a look of bewilderment on his face:

"My lord—"

"My lord, what's going on?"

In the carriage, Fan Wushu, Gou Laoqi and others also realized that something was wrong, and everyone asked questions in unison.

Zhao Fusheng raised his head and glanced around.

The carriage was walking on a loess road about a zhang wide at this time, and on the left side was an extremely deep slope, which was tentatively estimated to be at least ten zhang high.

The slopes are overgrown with weeds and trees, and unknown berries hang on them.

And under the slope, there is a large rushing river.

The river is wide, and the water carries the sand and gives it a yellowish color.

On the other side of the path, there are criss-crossing fields.

During the autumn harvest season in September, the fields are full of rice and fruits.

In the distance, there are villages of dilapidated houses, and from a distance, smoke rises from the chimneys above the houses.

Zhao Fusheng was stunned.

At this moment, Zhuang Laoqi sighed:

"Zhuangjia Village has arrived."

As soon as he finished saying this, Gou Laosi in the car was a little panicked.

Before he knew the truth, Zhuangjia Village was very familiar to him, but after knowing that this place was haunted and he was involved in this disaster, he was full of resistance to Zhuangjia Village.

"Now that we've arrived, let's get out of the car and walk and take a look at the village."

After being stunned at first, Zhao Fusheng quickly controlled her emotions, she jumped out of the carriage first, moved her hands and feet, and shouted at the car:

"Come down."

Fan Wushu, Wu Shaochun and others knew that this trip was to deal with ghost cases, although the two of them were very afraid of the unknown ghosts, but with Zhao Fusheng's deterrence in front of them, they did not hesitate, but got up and got out of the car one after another.

Gou Laosi was very scared.

When he arrived, he always felt that there was an omnipresent gaze in the shadows looking at him behind his back, and even if his vest was pressed against the carriage, it could not stop the snooping with some malice.

At this time, he finally understood Zhuang Laoqi's restless feelings a few days ago.

At this time, someone took a bamboo pole and stabbed him in the back again, and when he knew the cause and effect, he would definitely turn his face.

"I don't want to get out of the car - I don't want to get out of the car -"

He kept babbling, and was so frightened that he couldn't speak, and sat motionless in the car.

Originally, he made up his mind not to leave, but as Wu Shaochun and Fan Wusu got out of the car, and Zhang Chuanshi also jumped out of the car, Gou Laosi's mentality suddenly collapsed.

He jumped out of the car and followed closely behind Zhao Fusheng.

As soon as he stood firm, he looked around, and then saw the golden rice fields and the fields full of vegetables and fruits, and he was stunned:

"This, this—"

It was as if something strange had happened, and his fear was gone.

His eyes widened and he kept looking around.

To the left of the carriage is the Shangjia River, and the village of Zhuangjia is indeed located at one end of the river, and in May and June every year, the river rises and even floods both banks.

But other than that, this branch of the Shangjia River is very calm and the water is clear, not so turbulent that it looks very dangerous.

Gou Laosi was frightened by the roar of the river.

Although he was still far from the river, he still subconsciously took two steps to the right, and then saw the field house again.

"My lord—"

He whispered to Zhao Fusheng, wanting to pull her sleeves, but when he spoke, his eyes fell on Zhuang Laoqi, who was silent on the side, and he thought in his heart: My cousin looks worse and more scary-

However, I don't know if he got along with Zhuang Laoqi all the way, he didn't show anything unusual, Gou Si's fear of him at this time was a little less, but the strangeness of Zhuangjia Village at this time made him extremely scared.

"The last time I came, it wasn't like this—"

He said vaguely, "That's it, that's when I came to look for the old cousin—" As he spoke, he peeked at Zhuang Laoqi with some anxiety, fearing that if he said too much, he would reveal the clues, which would make this cousin who looked like a living dead suddenly turn his face.

"It's okay, I know what to expect."

Zhao Fusheng replied lightly.

Her words made the big stone in Gou Laosi's heart fall to the ground at once.

Zhao Fusheng knows it in his heart.

Zhuangjia Village is terrible!

The village is very barren, the land is not fertile, and the harvest is not much in a year, and when the harvest season comes, the fields are not so fruitful.

What's more, it was already September at this time, long before the time of the rice harvest.

If something is abnormal, it is a demon, and there must be something wrong in Zhuangjia Village.

Gou Laosi originally wanted to remind Zhao Fusheng, but he didn't dare to say it explicitly, but after getting Zhao Fusheng's response, he knew that this adult was confident, and he immediately stopped speaking.

"Zhuang Laoqi, where is your home?"

Zhao Fusheng always felt that the strange situation in front of him was related to Zhuang Laoqi.

This person is a powerful ghost carrier, and after the carriage left the city, he came to Zhuangjia Village strangely, maybe it was related to him.

She was wary in her heart, but her face was unusually calm:

"Let's go to your house for a while, inquire about the situation in the village, and then find a way to go to Kuailiang Village."

When everyone got out of the car, Zhuang Laoqi was still sitting on the front of the car, maintaining the posture of sitting side by side with Zhang Chuanshi before.

After entering the realm of Zhuangjia Village, he was like a stiff corpse that had been dead for a long time, sitting motionless in the car: his feet were entangled, his palms were inserted into the thighs and clamped, and he shrugged his shoulders and tilted his chin to look in the direction of Zhuangjia Village.

After hearing Zhao Fusheng's shout, he moved his eyes with difficulty.

A faint grayish-white membrane on his eyeballs was squeezed open by his movements, forming a secretion piled up at the corners of his eyes.

His pupils had long since dilated, taking on a gray color.

"My lord, I'm home—"

He said calmly.

After finishing speaking, he rolled his eyes again, and his gaze swept over Zhao Fusheng, Fan Wusu, Zhang Chuanshi and others one by one, and finally fell on Gou Laosi's body, turning into regret and guilt:

"Old watch—"

His shout made goosebumps on Gou Laosi's body layer upon layer, his eyes wandered left and right, and when he looked at Zhao Fusheng as if he wanted to ask for help, he saw that Zhuang Laoqi had already looked away, and the expression could no longer be seen on his stiff and blue face.

"My lord, walk along the front of the village, there is a path that leads to the river."

Zhuang Lao Qiwu said to himself:

"There's a boat coming there every morning and there to take you across the river—"

Zhao Fusheng listened to his explanation, and his heart moved:

"You-"

Has Zhuang Laoqi realized something? She was about to ask this, but Zhuang Laoqi suddenly grinned:

"My lord, am I dead?"

His words were astonishing, shocking everyone present.

Gou Laosi was the least daring, and he was almost scared to cry.

Zhao Fusheng's eyebrows twitched, Fan Wusu showed vigilance, and stood beside her with Wu Shaochun left and right.

"I don't want to die, sir."

Zhuang Laoqi's eyes suddenly welled up with black tears, "I made an appointment with my old cousin to work together to save money, and I haven't worn the new clothes given to me by adults yet——"

"I don't want to die-"

In the midst of his crying, he heard a sudden 'poof' cracking sound from his back.

It was as if the eggshell was shattering in response, and the water was gushing out.

"Old watch—goo-"

Zhuang Laoqi finally only had time to shout in a hurry, and suddenly his cervical vertebrae were broken, and his head was gurgling.

His body fell headlong from the wagon, and a large amount of sewage gushed out of his vest.

The black water was extremely corrosive, and in an instant, the clothes on his body that had not been worn for long were decayed.

The garment was like tissue paper soaked in water, sticking softly to his corpse, and finally merged with the corpse water, revealing the corpse below.

The flesh of the corpse turned into rotten water, and little by little it fell off the white skeleton, and finally only a clean human skeleton with no head left was prostrate on the side of the road.

It's strange to say.

After Zhuang Laoqi died, his internal organs turned into black water, and his body disappeared, but only this human skeleton seemed to be polished bright.

The bones were crystal clear, like fine jade, and there was not the slightest blemish.

And the strong corpse stench that had been lingering on the noses of everyone from the Demon Suppression Division disappeared without a trace at this time as Zhuang Laoqi's body decomposed.

From Zhuang Laoqi realizing that he was dead to his corpse turning into bones, it was no more than half an hour before and after.

“……”

“……”

Everyone was silent, deeply shocked by the scene in front of them.

The pitch-black skull rolled to the side, the dehydrated skin softly wrapped around the bones, and the eyeball-lost eye sockets looked in the direction of their own bones, showing a strange distortion.

After a while, Gou Laosi, who was already trembling with fright, took the lead in breaking the silence:

"Old watch—"

He suddenly felt unspeakable regret and panic.

Zhuang Laoqi didn't hurt him as he expected, he was actually dead a long time ago, but Gou Si had a feeling of being caught off guard in his heart.

The sadness that came to him suddenly came to him, and he cried loudly:

"Old watch!"

He shouldn't have avoided Lao Qi, Zhuang Lao Qi looked at him and called him before he died, did he be reluctant to let him go, and had a lot to say to him?

Remorse turned into impulse, Gou Laosi rushed out behind Zhao Fusheng with an arrow step, squatting on the side of Zhuang Laoqi's bones, tears flowing straight down.

'Click! Click! ’

Two hot tears fell on the white bones, Gou Laosi was about to pick up the bones, and Zhao Fusheng, who had been paying attention to his every move, reached out and dragged him:

"Wait!"

As soon as she finished shouting, something strange happened again.

I saw that the tears that fell on Zhuang Laoqi's bones did not slide to the ground like the rotten water in Zhuang Qi's previous corpse, and the tears seemed to be slowly immersed in the snow-white bones of jade at the moment when they fell on the bones, and were slowly absorbed by human bones.

Large clusters of slightly darker round marks were blurred on the bones, and a thin point suddenly protruded from these round marks.

In the blink of an eye, the dots grew bigger and bigger, like fermented bubbles, bulging into a pimple the size of a peanut.

"It's-"

Such a change frightened everyone who was staring at the white bones to retreat one after another, and even Gou Si, who was in great grief before, was shocked, leaned back, sat on the ground with his buttocks, propped up the ground with both palms, and walked backwards with his legs.

'Squeak, squeak. ’

There was a subtle movement in the bones, and if it wasn't for holding your breath, you wouldn't be able to hear it clearly.

"Is it a ghost?"

Fan Wuzhi swallowed his saliva and asked with difficulty.

"Not like that."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head, and stared at the white skeleton tightly as he spoke.

As soon as her words fell, the bone bag bulging from the teardrops on her bones suddenly shattered.

A thin brown shoot emerges from the cracked bone and grows rapidly, producing a small thin bract.

The buds grow rapidly, and eventually the outer skin peels away, revealing the pitch-black buds inside.

Then the buds bloom quickly, the petals are in full bloom, the petals are slightly pointed, the color is from the inside out, from black to red, and in the blink of an eye, it blooms into a bright red flower!

The snow-white skeleton and the strange nameless flower from the skeleton are in full bloom, the two colors complement each other, indescribably weird, and indescribably harmonious.

It is as if the ultimate evil is combined with the ultimate beauty.

Everyone's eyes widened, and for a moment they lost the ability to speak.

'Boom. ’

The river below was rushing, but the few people of the Demon Suppression Division and Gou Laosi seemed to be shocked by the flowers blooming on the human bones in front of them.

After a long time, Zhao Fusheng slowly straightened his waist.

Her movements seemed to shatter the spell of tranquility, and Gou Laosi came back to his senses at this time, his eyes could not find focus, and asked:

"W-What is this?"

"Flowers?"

Zhao Fusheng frowned:

"The flowers that bloom on the bones are the strange phenomenon caused by Gou Laosi's tears dripping on Zhuang Laoqi's bones."

"In other words, tears cause bones to bloom, is it only tears, or is it any water?" Zhao Fusheng said to himself:

"If it's because of tears, then is it related to the cousin relationship between Gou Laosi and Zhuang Laoqi?"

"And what is the metaphor of the blossoming of bones?"

Zhao Fusheng sighed:

"Zhuang Laoqi's strange appearance after his death, does it have anything to do with Zhuang Siniang in Kuailiang Village?"

It is not certain whether the ghost case in Kuailiang Village is caused by the revival of the ghost after the death of Zhuang Siniang, and now the strangeness of Zhuang Laoqi after his death has formed a new mystery case, and I don't know if these flowers are poisonous.

One mystery after another.

It's really a wave of unsettled, and a wave of rises.