Chapter 156

"What are you going to do with a knife?"

Wu Shaochun saw that Zhang Chuanshi was like a great enemy, Zhao Fusheng took a knife and approached his back, and couldn't help but ask a nonsense.

He didn't mean to gossip, but because the black boat on the river was getting closer and closer, an inexplicable sense of depression enveloped his heart, making him extremely uneasy, and he always wanted to say something to distract himself.

Fan Wusu was also staring at the black boat, and when he heard Wu Shaochun's words, he answered:

"It looks like the adults are going to carve something on Lao Zhang's back."

"Engrave what?" Wu Shaochun said curiously.

"Maybe a letter." Fan Wusu thought about it.

"W-What word?" Gou Laosi also joined the discussion with trepidation.

"Maybe we need to engrave the word 'loyalty'." Fan Wusu is serious nonsense:

"Lao Zhang, at first glance, is the appearance of a traitor and a thief, he looks like a rat and a thief, not like a good person, and he first followed the paper man Zhang, and then attached to the Demon Division, two sides and three knives, and now he is entangled by a powerful ghost, and the adults may be afraid that he will turn into a ghost after he dies to harm us, so before he dies, he will carve a 'loyalty' behind his back, so that he must remember which side of the person is after the ghost is revived."

“……”

Wu Shaochun was skeptical, and Gou Laosi nodded:

"I see."

Zhang Chuanshi was already nervous, he was afraid of ghosts, and he was afraid that Zhao Fusheng would assassinate him, and when he heard Fan Wusu talking nonsense, he suddenly became angry and stretched out his legs to kick him:

"Get out! Go aside. ”

Fan Bi Death jumped into the air, dodging Zhang Chuanshi's kick.

Zhang Chuanshi kicked in the air, and wanted to chase again, but was reprimanded by Zhao Fusheng:

"Be honest."

He trembled, and hurriedly expressed his loyalty:

"My lord, I am loyal to my lord, I am wholehearted, I will never dare to have two hearts, my lord spares my life."

"Don't be cranky."

Zhao Fusheng said lightly:

"Just stand firm and endure the pain."

"Whoa." Zhang Chuanshi responded, took a deep breath, and arched his back as if resigned.

With Fan Wusu and Wu Shaochun such a beat, the panic in his heart was slightly reduced, the tip of the knife was close to his back, and the cold blade made his hair stand on end.

The blade then stabbed into the flesh, causing pain.

Zhang Chuanshi's muscles contracted instantly, but I don't know if he had suffered a more serious injury when he was in Kotou Village, and his tolerance to pain had increased significantly, and he actually endured the pain after the severe pain at the beginning.

Blood poured slowly from the wound, and the tip of his nose seemed to smell a strange smell that seemed to be sweet but not sweet, fishy but not fishy, like the smell of blood, but for some reason, the temptation of this smell increased exponentially.

In a trance, he sensed that the tip of Zhao Fusheng's knife was roaming on his back, indeed like he was carving, but it was simpler than the strokes of the lettering, and it looked much less.

Just when Zhang Chuanshi's consciousness was dilapidated for a moment, he suddenly heard Fan Wusu whispering:

"What are you doing carving a door panel behind Lao Zhang?"

"Door panels?"

Zhang Chuanshi's expression was sluggish, and he subconsciously followed Fan Wusu and snorted.

"Alright."

Zhao Fusheng's slightly cold voice sounded, she seemed to return the dagger in her hand to the person beside her, and then Zhang Chuanshi only felt a piercing cold.

The feeling of danger instantly enveloped his whole body, and he was agitated and immediately sober.

"Your Excellency?"

As soon as Zhang Chuanshi woke up, he subconsciously wanted to turn his head to look, but heard Zhao Fusheng shouting:

"Don't move."

As he spoke, Zhao Fusheng knew that the list of gods in the sea had been activated.

The blood-red list is cloudy, the power of the door god is mobilized, and the god list reminds her: You can use the power of the door god.

Do you consume 1000 merit points to borrow the power of the door god?

Zhao Fusheng settled down, and his mind moved: Yes!

This time, she didn't need to summon the Door God Body Protector, so she just exercised the power of the God List and borrowed the Door God Order.

As soon as she made a choice, another 1,000 merit points were deducted.

A pitch-black black token with the ghosts of the Zhao couple was held in the palm of her hand.

Zhao Fusheng pinched the cold and cold little seal, glanced at Zhang Chuanshi's bloody back, and then picked up the small seal and poked it lightly in the door frame she carved out with a knife.

The traces on the ghost seal instantly and silently penetrated through the body.

Zhang Chuanshi felt the cold air in his back penetrate his bones, and an inexplicable shadow enveloped his mind, making his body subconsciously swing.

In the eyes of Fan Wusu and others, they saw that Zhang Chuanshi's back was carved with a dagger by Zhao Fusheng with the mark of two bloody doors.

Just when everyone was puzzled, they saw Zhao Fusheng stretch out his hand to the bloody 'door panel' on Zhang Chuanshi's back - something strange happened.

Two black and red lights flashed under her palm, and when her hand left, Zhang Chuanshi's back left two black ghost shadows with blood light.

The shadow of the ghost remained on the skin, like a tattoo.

Then, the blood around the wound seemed to be lured by a ghost, and it slowly squirmed and crawled up from the flowing back.

The blood line flowed backwards and slowly flowed into the ghost's shadow, and the ghost greedily inhaled human blood as a sacrifice.

Eventually, the wounds around them scabbed, and then quickly fell off, turning into two open doors, each with a small door on its back, each occupying one side, as quiet as a pattern of stabbing up.

It's just that the tattoo pattern looks quite evil and very wicked.

"Alright."

Zhao Fusheng was done, and he stopped his hand with satisfaction, looking at Zhang Chuanshi's back that was no longer bleeding.

"This, this, this is a ghost?"

Fan Wusu witnessed this fantastic scene, and only felt numb in his back.

He stared at Zhang Chuanshi with both awe and admiration:

"This, this, is he okay?"

"I—I'm okay."

Zhang Chuanshi responded.

He also felt a little strange and wanted to reach out and touch his back:

"What did you do?"

Wu Shaochun stepped forward and glanced at the very evil picture, the ghost of the door god on Zhang Chuanshi's back seemed to be staring at him through the eyes on his flesh, and he could see that the cold hairs on his back stood on end.

Hearing Zhang Chuanshi's question, he replied:

"Yes, a tattoo."

"Shaochun is an honest man, I believe in you." Zhang Chuanshi breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this:

"Xiao Fan is full of nonsense, it's not a good thing. She"

"Why am I lying to you?" Fan Wuxu was a little anxious when he heard this:

"It really looks like a ghost painting, my lord printed it for you, and this ghost, this ghost I think is a little like, like--" He muttered for a while, and looked at the brand again with some uneasiness:

"It's a bit like Zhao Dayou and his wife, Fusheng, I look a bit like the shadow of your father."

After he finished speaking, he realized that he had said the wrong thing.

Compared with Fan Bisheng, who was cautious in his words and deeds, Fan Wusheng's personality was more arrogant, and he couldn't hide things, so he was a little annoyed after he finished speaking, but fortunately, Zhao Fusheng was not angry.

"It's not like it, it's my father."

Zhao Fusheng said:

"It's not a ghost, it's a door god."

She looked at her masterpiece with a smile.

Although it was not the first time that Zhao Fusheng had used the Door God Brand, it was the first time that he did not summon the powerful ghosts of the Zhao family and his wife, but only branded the human body with the Divine Decree.

Although she had consumed a thousand merit points, the success of this brand made her have great confidence in the future of artificial branding—it proved that she could suppress the resurrected ghosts for Zheng He and even other ghosts in the future, which would be of great help to her in the future.

"What?"

When Zhang Chuanshi heard that Zhao Fusheng really had a ghost mark on his back, he was taken aback, and touched his back with his backhand, and was a little afraid:

"No wonder I feel so cold—"

He didn't understand why Zhao Fusheng did this, his expression was uncertain, so he listened to Zhao Fusheng:

"I'll put this god brand on it and see if I can save your life."

"Save my life?" Zhang Chuanshi's eyes rolled, as if he instantly understood the meaning of her words.

Wu Shaochun shouted at this time:

"Master Zhang, look at your hands-"

Zhang Chuanshi was shocked when he heard this.

Everyone looked at him, and saw that Zhang Chuanshi suddenly held a slender flower branch in his hand at some point.

The flower is as big as a bowl, and at this time it is angry to the extreme, and the petals are as red as blood, exuding a strange atmosphere.

"Ghost Flower!"

Zhang Chuanshi let out a strange scream, and a frightened look appeared on his face.

The others subconsciously took two steps back and stayed away from him, for fear of being implicated by him.

Zhao Fusheng's expression was indifferent, as if he was not surprised by the scene in front of him.

"This ghost flower is weird, Lao Zhang, you may not be able to get rid of it."

She had already guessed that there was something wrong with this ghost flower.

Zhuang Laoqi was marked by the ghost, and became the carrier of the same ghost mark as Kuai Mancai.

But there may be another way for powerful ghosts to kill people, and after the death of powerful ghost carriers like Zhuang Laoqi and Kuai Mancai, the corpses bloom bright red flowers, which may also be related to powerful ghosts, but at present, they have not yet arrived in Kuailiang Village, and they can't find clues between the two.

In fact, when the ghost flower bloomed, Zhao Fusheng already wanted to take one of these flowers, but she knew that this flower was dangerous and did not dare to touch it.

It just so happened that Zhang Chuanshi and Fan Wusheng, the two living treasures, one loved Xian and the other dared to be a whole person, and they cooperated with each other to pick the flowers and take this ghost disaster into their hands.

“……”

Zhang Chuanshi had a 'Lao Tzu speechless' expression on his face, looking at the flower in his hand without love, gritting his teeth and wanting to hit a stone to smash it.

"But I thought of a way, I used my father and mother before, and my father and mother are of a very high grade."

The catastrophic ghosts, after being consecrated as gods, are much higher than ordinary ghosts.

"The only one who can resist the power of ghosts is ghosts, Lao Zhang, I carved a door behind you."

This kind of 'gate' is used to restrain the door god, so that the power of the ghost will not harm the whole body of the living.

Even if something happens to Zhao Fusheng and the power of the ghost is out of control, the door painted on Zhang Chuanshi's back can also 'frame' the door god brand.

"Even if there is an accident, at most you will lose a piece of skin on your back-"

Of course, there may be more serious consequences, but Zhao Fusheng changed his words, and then talked about the benefits of ghost seals:

"But I will brand the door god on your back, once you are attacked by a powerful ghost, the power of the door god will block the powerful ghost for you, and it is very likely to save your life."

As soon as she said such a result, Zhang Chuanshi's expression changed from sadness to joy with the naked eye.

His shriveled cheeks even began to glow, and his eyes were shining:

"My lord really loves me."

"What? Can you keep ghosts at bay? Fan Wuxuan had some sympathy for Zhang Chuanshi before, but when he heard that this brand could block ghosts and save his life, he suddenly couldn't hold it back, and hurriedly took off his clothes:

"My lord will bring me one too, and I'm not afraid of pain."

Wu Shaochun didn't speak, but there was a look of envy and jealousy on his face, obviously he also wanted it.

"Not for now."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head.

Fan Wusu was a little anxious:

"Why are you so partial?"

Zhang Chuanshi, who had been crying with a sad face before, immediately showed a villainous expression, and said arrogantly:

"Adults love me, of course they want to keep me safe."

He originally didn't have any confidence in this trip to the ghost village, and he was always worried that he had lost his life unconsciously, but at this time he got such a ghost mark, and according to Zhao Fusheng, it was the brand laid by the powerful ghost above the disaster level, and he felt a sense of security in his heart.

When I looked at the bright red ghost flower in my hand, I didn't have the fear and disgust I had before, and I even thought that this flower was weird and beautiful.

"Don't talk nonsense." Zhao Fusheng said:

"Lao Zhang picked the ghost flower, he is the most dangerous, with this ghost mark on his body, he can only save his life by dealing with the ghost in the future, let us find out the law of killing the ghost."

“……”

When Zhang Chuanshi heard this, his smile suddenly froze on his face, and he was a little uneasy: "My lord—"

Zhao Fusheng said with a serious expression:

"You also know the effect of the ghost seal, after all, it is just a breath of the ghost, not the ghost itself, as the breath of the ghost is gradually consumed, it will eventually lose its effect, but this trip to Kuailiang Village, I hope it is enough, otherwise in a short time, I will not be able to make a second brand."

She originally only had 2,343 merit points left, but after branding Zhang Chuanshi, she only had 1,343 merit points left.

The ghost of Kuailiang Village is extraordinary, and she needs to leave a part of her merit to save her life.

"Be vigilant yourself, follow me and Lao Zhang in the future, and don't act arbitrarily."

"Yes."

Wu Shaochun and Fan Wuxu were both worried when they heard that she could no longer make a ghost mark.

But the matter has come to this point, and when Zhao Fusheng has already made it clear, it is useless for the two to make trouble.

Fan Wusu stared at Zhang Chuanshi with some jealousy, and said sourly:

"I knew it was like this, I might as well pick the flowers myself, and I'm the one who is sheltered by the ghosts at this time-"

Zhang Chuanshi was so proud that his eyebrows were flying:

"Xiao Fan, this is fate. There are times in life when you have to have it, and there are times in life when you don't want it. ”

"You should thank me, not me, for your life? I think you're about short-lived—"

"You little—"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Zhao Fusheng's forehead jumped with bruises:

"Shut up!"

"My lord—"

"Adults are eccentric."

"What's so good about this ghost seal? It's all about consuming itself, and who knows if it's detrimental to life? Zhao Fusheng said.

Fan Wusu didn't think so:

"Regardless of whether its life is lost or not, at least there is a guarantee at the moment, who is sure that it will live to seventy or eighty years in this year? Maybe we'll die on this trip to the ghost village. ”

"Okay, okay, after we finish this ghost case, the next time we handle the case, I will brand you if I have the opportunity." Zhao Fusheng said.

"Thank you, sir."

Fan Wusu was overjoyed and replied happily.

Zhang Chuanshi glared at him with hatred, and hated to hit him in the mouth with the ghost flower in his hand.

“……”

Wu Shaochun stared at Zhang Chuanshi, looked at Fan Wusu again, and finally looked at Zhao Fusheng again, and said in a low voice:

"I want to-"

“…… Yes. Zhao Fusheng was expressionless and replied.

Take a leave of absence tomorrow!