Chapter 177

“……”

Zhang Chuanshi thought that he would be saved when an acquaintance came, and he also expected Zhao Fusheng to save him from trouble, but he didn't expect that Zhao Fusheng would not help at all.

He was in a hurry.

"Woo-woo-ahhh

In desperation, he wriggled like a worm on the ground and rubbed several feet forward.

"Dare to struggle and rip off her clothes!"

A man drank in a rough voice.

Then several women stepped forward, grabbed Zhang Chuanshi's hair like wolves, and began to tear his clothes.

“……”

Zhang Chuanshi wanted to scold.

He is not Zhuang Siniang, these people in Kuailiang Village are really crazy.

Men and women can't recognize each other? He and Zhuang Siniang are not only different in age, but also in gender.

But his mouth was gagged, he couldn't speak, and countless hands rubbed together on him.

These women do farm work all year round, and their strength and means are not inferior to those of men, and they pinch his flesh and pain.

No matter how hard Zhang Chuanshi struggled, the women were still like piglets, taking off his clothes clean and slippery, and didn't even leave him a pair of pants.

Zhang Chuanshi wants to die!

Thinking of his old Zhang in his life, he has never been so embarrassed.

He backed the paper man Zhang, doing the business of the Demon Suppression Division, and lived a comfortable life, but he entered the Demon Suppression Division to collect debts that day, and joined the Demon Suppression Division by mistake.

After that, it was okay to follow Zhao Fusheng to fight the ghost case, but I didn't expect that this time the ghost case would die for a lifetime, and he would suffer such humiliation before he died.

The crowd quickly stripped him of all of them.

Zhang Chuanshi lay on the ground, looking around, there were people all around, many people with torches in their hands, and countless obscene, disgusted, or mocking eyes fell on him.

Looking at him and despising him, he was not such a cowardly and cowardly person, but at this time, he was defenseless and surrounded by such malicious eyes, but fear was born in his heart.

He curled up and tried his best to block his body, but there was only one thought in his heart: next time, he would not dare not follow the adult.

"Lao Zhang, you hold on."

Zhao Fusheng stood outside the crowd, as if there was an invisible estrangement from this absurd farce.

The noisy crowd shouting to kill Zhuang Siniang was obviously next to her, crowded, but no one noticed the existence of her, Fan and Wu.

She looked at Zhang Chuanshi, who was rolling on the ground, and comforted him:

"These villagers are dead, and we are trapped in ghost dreams."

When Zhang Chuanshi regretted it, Zhao Fusheng's words were like a morning bell at dusk, penetrating the surrounding noise and entering his ears.

He was stunned and looked up.

"We can't save you, these villagers must do the sinking river ceremony, otherwise we may not be able to bear the consequences of breaking the ghost dream."

Zhao Fusheng said.

As soon as he heard that these people around him might be ghosts, the original gloating look on Fan Wuxuan's face froze for a moment, and he was filled with endless fear.

"Ghosts have no reason and no memory, and now these feelings are just your hallucinations, so what's wrong with letting ghosts see the naked?"

Zhao Fusheng said.

Her words made Zhang Chuanshimao suddenly: If the surroundings are full of ghosts, not real people, and the malice in front of him is only the malice of the ghost, then it is about the same as no one seeing him naked now - maybe now he is naked is also fake, what if he is looked at by ghosts?

Zhang Chuanshi was originally ashamed, desperate and helpless, but once he figured it out at this moment, his mentality immediately changed.

"You have a ghost mark on your back, I can keep you from dying, we have to go to the other side to do something."

Only by cracking the ghost dream and bringing out Zhuang Siniang can this ghost case be closed.

As soon as Zhang Chuanshi figured it out, he immediately nodded desperately, and whined in his mouth:

"Ahh

He can be stripped naked in front of ghosts, but he must not show his breasts in front of Zhao Fusheng and the others.

"You dare to laugh, what a shameless slut."

When someone saw Zhang Chuanshi's expression, they couldn't help but shout angrily:

"Kill her."

In the sound of 'pop' slaps, Zhang Chuanshi comforted himself:

"Fake, fake, everything is fake."

“……”

Wu Shaochun looked sympathetic, seeing that Zhang Chuanshi was beaten to a blue nose and swollen face, forming a pig's head.

This is not the time to say more.

A lynching is about to be held in the village, and the eyes of all the villagers fall on Zhang Chuanshi (Zhuang Siniang), and the three of them can't stay here all the time, otherwise it will be difficult to leave the ghost dream.

"Let's go."

Zhao Fusheng shouted, Fan and Wu followed behind her.

The three of them ran wildly all the way, colliding head-on with many villagers who rushed to the door of Kuai Wujia, and the three of them fled for their lives in the 'crowd'.

Fan Wusheng's heart was beating wildly, and he asked with a sad face and a trembling voice:

"My lord, didn't you say that the Kuai clan ancestral hall can't be entered? Are we really going to the ancestral hall? ”

He was even a little confused at this time, and he hadn't figured out the cause and effect yet, only that all of a sudden Zhao Fusheng said that all the villagers of Kuailiang Village were dead.

Zhang Chuanshi suddenly became the 'Zhuang Si Niangzi' in the eyes of the villagers, Zhao Fusheng said that time returned to the day of the crime, that is to say, Zhang Chuanshi and others may have to repeat the tragedy of Zhuang Si Niangzi that day - to be stuffed into a pig cage and sink into the river.

This whole thing is really absurd and bizarre, and a bit unbelievable, which makes him wonder what is true and what is false?

Did they enter Zhuangjia Village with Zhuang Laoqi, and then get on a ghost boat and meet ghosts at the bottom of the river?

Did you escape from the bottom of the river, enter Kuailiang Village, talk to Uncle Kuailiu again, and come to the door of Kuaiwu's house again?

"Yes."

Zhao Fusheng said calmly while running:

"You pay attention to what Changshun said, the people of Kuailiang Village, the ancestral hall of the Kuai clan, can't enter, the lamp in your hand is for the dead, so it can't be illuminated when the living carry it."

Fan Wuxu's face turned pale, and he didn't seem to understand her words when he was flustered.

He should have understood the meaning of Zhao Fusheng's words, but because of fear, he subconsciously rejected the news she said, and only kept trembling and said:

"My lord, my lord, what do you mean?"

Zhao Fusheng listened to his question, and he was not annoyed, because he was running and was slightly panting:

"In other words, whoever can use this lamp will die, and we can't use it, which means that there are only a few of us living in this village."

The information revealed in this paragraph is quite powerful, Fan Wusu and Wu Shaochun are still trying to receive it, and Zhao Fusheng said:

"The ghost case broke out very quickly, and we have to enter the ancestral hall before the ceremony is completed."

She suspected that the people of Kuailiang Village could not enter the ancestral hall because there was some kind of existence in the ancestral hall that suppressed the ghosts.

Is it another ghost resurgence? Or is it something of a big culprit? Zhuang Siniang's daughter has forgotten her existence in the whole village, and they don't know where she is, is she also hiding in the ancestral hall together?

All kinds of doubts came to Zhao Fusheng's heart.

Fortunately, the Kuai clan ancestral hall was not far from the Kuai Wu family, and the three of them passed through the villagers of Kuailiang Village who came quickly, and soon arrived at the gate of the ancestral hall.

Next to the ancestral hall is the house of Uncle Kuai, at this time his house is empty, and the door is closed.

Without the lighting of torches and the villagers, his door was dark and heavy, with an inexplicable oppression.

There is no light in the ancestral hall of the Kuai family, it is pitch black, and you can see the inner courtyard of the ancestral hall and the open gate in the distance from the door, which seems to be a tribute to the ancestral tablet and other things.

Zhao Fusheng stood in front of the gate of the ancestral hall and stopped for a moment.

"My lord—"

Fan Wusu and Wu Shaochun ran out of breath, not understanding why she didn't move.

She seemed to realize something, and turned her head.

"Dip the pig cage! Front entrance wind! ”

"Enforce the house rules—"

The villagers shouted loudly, and the sound spread with a terrible oppression, which made people feel intimidated from the bottom and dare not disobey.

Flames rose into the sky, and many people had torches in their hands.

The lynching proceeded quickly.

Zhang Chuanshi, who was stripped naked and tied up with flowers, had his hair scattered to cover his face, and was put into a huge bamboo cage.

Several strong men lifted him up and carried him to the river.

Kuailiang Village is not a small place, and there are many villagers.

Led by Uncle Kuai, everyone went to the river, forming a huge long dragon.

At some point, the strange ghost flower that paved along the village and the Yellow Spring had disappeared without a trace, forming a field road.

The crowd stepped on it, the atmosphere was depressing with a bit of danger and horror, and the villagers shouted trumpets, trampled the fields and grasses along the road, came to the river, and pushed the bamboo cages into the river in a noisy and noisy manner.

It's all moving fast.

Fan Wuxuan was frightened, and at this time he was secretly glad that before setting off from the Demon Suppression Division, his brother Fan Bisheng had told him to let him listen to Zhao Fusheng's words all the way, and she would do whatever she asked him to do.

Fortunately, he was obedient and did not be as lazy as Zhang Chuanshi, and he was sitting at Uncle Kuailiu's house and refused to leave.

If he hadn't left at that time, maybe Zhang Chuanshi would not have been the only one who was beaten and his face was swollen and his clothes were torn and soaked in the pig cage tonight.

Wu Shaochun was also a little panicked, and subconsciously turned his head:

"My lord, shall we save Master Zhang?"

There are female ghosts at the bottom of the river.

When the Demon Suppressor went to the village first, he was almost left in the river, and it took a lot of hard work to escape.

If Zhang Chuanshi was sunk into the river, wouldn't he be sent into the hands of a female ghost?

Zhao Fusheng's eyes were cold, and she was silent for a while:

"We can't save it."

After speaking, she glanced up at the gloomy ancestral hall, hesitated for a moment, and stepped into the threshold.

Kuai Changshun said that after the incident, the ancestral hall could not be entered.

Wu Shaochun, who was worried about Zhang Chuanshi, panicked when he saw her movements, but the next moment, Zhao Fusheng crossed the threshold and stood in the house smoothly.

He and Fan Wusu showed surprise on their faces, and then followed Zhao Fusheng into the door.

As soon as they entered the door, several people smelled a faint rancid smell.

Wu Shaochun rubbed his nose and didn't make a sound.

The three of them are still not out of trouble, and Zhang Chuanshi is even more in danger, which is nothing compared to this stench.

Fan Wusu took a few breaths hard, his nose moved, and he muttered in a low voice:

"This stinks—"

Before he finished the rest of his words, Zhao Fusheng's eyes flashed, pretending not to hear, and he didn't make a sound.

Wu Shaochun asked:

"My lord, is it useful for us to enter the ancestral hall?"

"It should have a role." Zhao Fusheng nodded.

"Changshun said that they can't enter the ancestral hall after the incident." After she led the way into the mountain within the ancestral hall, she did not rush deeper, but stood at the other end of the ancestral hall gate and turned to look at the distance of the village:

"We are in a ghost dream, and the villagers have no way to enter the ancestral hall, maybe the obsession left before death or other reasons have affected them, so that they cannot enter here."

There is no way for the dead to enter the ancestral hall, but the living can.

As soon as they heard the words 'ghost dream' and 'dead man', Fan Wusu and Wu Shaochun trembled, and Fan Wusu was a little scared:

"My lord, is Kuara Village really all dead?"

"Something must have happened." Zhao Fusheng responded.

After the revival of the ghost, it is impossible to stay alive.

Before a few people entered the village, they had fought with Zhuang Siniang at the bottom of the river, and she was very fierce after the revival of the ghost, and she could fight back and forth with the brand of the door god, which shows that the existence of this ghost case itself has exceeded the disaster level.

can advance at a rapid rate in a short period of time, naturally because of the large number of murderous ghosts.

"But, but the ghost has no memory, but the previous Kuai Jusheng, Kuai Changshun and those women—" Fan Wuxuan was still a little panicked and a little incredulous.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head:

"Yes, indeed, I suspect that these villagers have formed a special law of killing after death."

It is a special environment formed after the death of the villagers.

The existence of Uncle Kuai, Kuai Changshun, and the four concubines of the Kuai family who talked to her are more like residual memory fragments.

"The law of killing?" Wu Shaochun muttered a little puzzled, Zhao Fusheng looked into the distance and nodded his chin:

"That's what happened to Lao Zhang."

"What do you mean?" Fan Wusu has not fully understood.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's going to be a cycle of drowning."

She said.

But as soon as the words fell, seeing that Fan Wusu and Wu Shaochun were still half-understood, Zhao Fusheng couldn't help sighing, and then explained:

"Once the people who enter the ghost domain of Kuara Village, they may be like us."

I began to think that there was no accident in the village, and I talked to the remnants of the memory fragments of the ghosts in the ghost domain, if my precautions were lowered because of this, time might pass later, and I would enter the night when Zhuang Siniangzi sank into the river.

The accidental intruder will be caught by the villagers (ghosts), repeating the death of Zhuang Siniang, and being sunk to the bottom of the Yellow Spring by the ghosts.

"I suspect that this is how the people in Zhuangjia Village died, which can also explain why there are so many dead bodies at the bottom of the river."

As soon as she said this, Fan Wusu and Wu Shaochun trembled together.

"What about Master Zhang?"

Wu Shaochun is still young and still has a conscience, although he has not been in the Demon Suppression Division for a short time, he has a certain degree of colleague etiquette for several people in the Demon Suppression Division, especially Zhang Chuanshi has dealt with him for a long time, and at this time he is really worried about Zhang Chuanshi's safety.

Zhao Fusheng suddenly turned his head and glanced at the ancestral hall, and pondered for a moment:

"Let's see."

Ghost dreams are absolutely unbreakable, and once they are broken, these villagers may make some unexpected and terrifying moves.

"Lao Zhang devoured the ghost flower, and it is possible that he has mastered the ghost ship."

It was the first time he was able to escape from the bottom of the Yellow Spring with everyone, and he hoped that he would be able to withstand it this time.

"It's really not good, he still has the ghost mark I made on his back, which can last for a while."

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