Chapter 182

I saw a sudden turmoil at the bottom of the dark well.

An undercurrent appeared out of thin air at the bottom of the well, and then the water began to 'bubble'.

The color of the water changes immediately, as if countless faces are hidden in the bottom of the water.

Zhao Fusheng was keenly aware that the stones on the edge of the well suddenly became cold and cold, and the ghost qi overflowed from the bottom of the well.

"Help me—"

There was a cry of pain from inside the well, and then the water gushed like boiling water.

In the waves, the water 'boom' sounded, and after a while, a head suddenly broke through the water, like a dehooked floating bait bounced onto the water.

The head flipped over, and the pair of dead fish-like eyes looked at Zhao Fusheng:

"Help me!"

Most of the flesh on the cheeks had festered, and the puffy lips could not cover the mouth, revealing the messy teeth.

Even though Zhao Fusheng was extremely bold, the dead body that suddenly appeared in the well, and the moment the corpse opened its mouth for help, it still frightened her pupils to shrink.

This is just the beginning.

After that, there was frequent movement under the water, countless heads rushed to roll under the well, and countless screams of men, women and children came and went:

"Help me."

"Help me—"

The heads rushed and tried to jump out of the well.

But the water in the well is now like an invisible restraint, firmly sucking all the heads.

The shouts of the dead man's head were messy, forming a strange noise, and Zhao Fusheng was unconsciously affected by these noises, and he actually propped up his body and lay on the edge of the well, his hand slowly rising.

When this scene fell in the eyes of Fan Wusu and Wu Shaochun, they were both startled, and they all exclaimed:

"Your Excellency!"

The two of them hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to pull Zhao Fusheng back.

Zhao Fusheng was lying on the edge of the well, his upper body almost leaning into the well, and the tips of his fingers were about to touch the cool well water.

"Help me—"

"Help me!"

"Help me—"

Countless whispers sounded in her ears, forming a kind of demagogic and strange power, pulling her into it little by little.

Strange or familiar faces emerge above these heads.

Countless rotten heads were like schools of fish competing for bait, jumping and opening their mouths, trying to pull Zhao Fusheng into it.

A large amount of blood gushed out of the mouth of the dead man's head, staining the water of an old well red.

There was Zhuang Laoqi, who had traveled with her, and Gou Si, who died under the Yellow Spring, and Zhang Chuanshi's painful voice was also mixed in:

"My lord, help me!"

The tip of her nose was sweating, and she didn't say a word.

At that moment, the bottom of the well 'gurged', and a petite figure was like a big fish lurking in the water, blocked by all the rotting dead heads.

As soon as Zhao Fusheng saw this scene, his originally seemingly chaotic eyes instantly became clear, his eyes lit up, and his mouth shouted:

"Get out of here!"

She held the ghost nail in her hand, clenched her palm into a fist, and slammed it into the water.

'Wow! ’

The fist fell with a ghost nail.

"Ahh

"Whew!"

The screams of the ghosts kept coming.

When the ghost nail touched the blood-red well water, the water surface shook violently, and the ghost group was attacked by the ghost nail, and the illusions dispersed.

Zhao Fusheng stirred up the well water with his palm, and when he went down, his palm touched a body, she hooked it, clamped the edge of the well with her legs, and the other hand also poked into the bottom of the well, hugged the petite body, and fished it out of the well!

'Bang la la'.

A large amount of water fell, and a child was carried out by her.

"My lord—"

Wu Shaochun began to see her almost planted at the bottom of the well, and rushed to her side at this time, but found that she had fished out a child from the well, just shouted, and was about to speak, Fan Wuxu's face on the side changed.

"My lord, ghost!"

Fan Wuxu's voice trembled and he shouted.

I don't know when, the bright red ghost flowers suddenly began to bloom by the well, and surrounded Fan and Wu, who rushed to the well, and Zhao Fusheng, who was kneeling by the well and holding the child.

This sudden change frightened the two of them, and they gathered around Zhao Fusheng at a loss.

A sinister aura came from the well.

I don't know when, a large amount of pink mist suddenly gushed out of the well, which is very beautiful.

'Tick-tick-'

The splash of water on the child's body poured into the water from the beginning, and then the water seemed to be frozen, turned into water droplets, and slowly dripped into the water.

The edge of the well began to bloom with large and strange red flowers, the petals rubbed against each other, and the saffron juice broke in the friction, and after being stained with the water on the wall of the well, it turned into a blood-like color and sank into the well.

Countless pitch-black silk hair first fluttered in the water, and a bruised and purple ghost head loomed in the black hair.

The terrifying Zhuang Siniang's face appeared in the messy hair, and it slowly stretched out its hand at the child in Zhao Fusheng's arms.

"Ugh."

The moment Zhao Fusheng saw the appearance of the ghost flower, he realized that today's things could not be good.

I didn't know what the purpose of the paper man Zhang was before, but with him guarding here, it was equivalent to forming a confrontation with the female ghost turned into by Zhuang Siniang, and protecting Kuai Manzhou.

At this time, as soon as he left, the ghost lost his restraint, and wanted to take advantage of the obsession he had in his life to pull his daughter into the water.

The body in Zhao Fusheng's arms was warm, and the child's chest rose and fell slightly.

"Why bother?"

She shook her head.

The female ghost no longer knew what feelings were, and she reached out to touch the child's vest.

Countless ghost hairs crawled out of the well water, climbed up along the wall of the well, and lifted the body of the ghost little by little, getting closer and closer to Zhao Fusheng.

At this time, Zhao Fusheng's hole cards have been consumed most of them in the confrontation with the paper man.

She only has 24 merit points left, and she is no longer able to summon the door god.

The ghost arm that had made great contributions in the ghost case several times before had been half-destroyed and could not be used.

The god list reminded her: When a disaster-level ghost appears, will it be a god?

Zhao Fusheng held the child in his arms and tried to trap it.

The grim face of the ghost is getting closer and closer, and the blue and white face has lost the gentleness it had in life.

"If you live, how can you bear to do this to your only daughter?"

Zhao Fusheng asked.

Fan Wusu and Wu Shaochun were trapped in the flowers, shivering.

The ghost couldn't respond to her questions.

At the moment of death, all the emotions, pains and memories of her life were erased.

At this time, the ghost just wanted to kill Kuai Manzhou and drag him into the well.

At the moment when its face was about to touch the child's vest, Zhao Fusheng seemed to hear a familiar sound in his ears: Bangbang.

As if someone was patting Kuai Manzhou's back, as Zhuang Laoqi had said, the weird voice that called him to Kuailiang Village appeared.

The sleeping child was suddenly startled and suddenly opened his eyes.

She turned her head and saw her mother floating in the well, close at hand, and subconsciously stretched out her hand.

Zhao Fusheng's arm was like an iron hook, trapping the child firmly.

"Mother-" she called out softly.

The female ghost's expression remained unchanged, but she also approached her.

One person and one ghost are close to each other, but Zhao Fusheng had seen the scene of Uncle Kuai's death when he hugged the ghost before.

At the last moment, Zhao Fusheng muttered:

"Lost."

As soon as her voice fell, she took out a free hand, flipped her wrist, and saw a coin wrapped in strange black water pinched in her fingertips:

"Give you the money and let us go."

As soon as the money was taken out, the female ghost who was originally determined to take Zhou's life could not resist the temptation of ghost money.

The ghost turned his head, opened his mouth, and bit the coin in Zhao Fusheng's hand.

Money talks.

The moment the female ghost accepts the ghost money, the law of the ghost money immediately takes effect.

The black hair that crawled all over the wall of the well gradually scattered and fell back to the side of Zhuang Siniang.

It bit the ghost money, and slowly sank into the water with a stiff and cold expression.

The aura of the ghost dispersed with its retreat, and Kuai Man, who was held in Zhao Fusheng's arms, saw that the ghost was leaving, and subconsciously wanted to hook his hand to stay:

"Mother-mother-"

The ghost ignored her and slowly sank into the water, after which all sound died down.

Fan Wusu and Wu Shaochun, who didn't dare to breathe in the atmosphere, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw the ghost disappear:

"Whew-"

"Finally gone."

The two of them escaped death, only feeling that this night was full of horrors, and at this time they just wanted to leave this dangerous place immediately and return to the town demon division in Wan'an County.

Zhao Fusheng was covered in injuries.

The ghost mother's back left her with many terrible scars, ranging from broken bones to internal organs.

An indescribable tiredness welled up in her heart, but this was not the time for her to relax.

She forced her composure and shouted:

"Second brother, come and hug this little girl."

Fan Wusu answered, stepping on the ghost flowers all over the ground.

When Kuai Manzhou heard her words, he subconsciously snuggled into her arms, reached out to hook her neck, and stared timidly at Fan Wuxu.

"Shhhh

Zhao Fusheng was in pain all over, and when he was hugged by the child, he suddenly shivered.

She was stimulated by the pain, and she felt much more refreshed.

The child was close to her body and noticed her movements.

Kuai Manzhou grew up in a violent environment, and saw her mother being beaten by Kuai Wu when she was alive, and as soon as Zhao Fusheng moved, she noticed it.

Almost instinctively, she struggled to climb down from Zhao Fusheng, shrunk firmly by her side, clinging to her arm, burying her face in Zhao Fusheng's sleeve, and secretly staring out of the corner of her eye.

Zhao Fusheng didn't care about the child's reaction at this time.

The pain in her body was unbearable, but her merit was insufficient.

"My lord, are we going to leave Kuara Village immediately?"

Wu Shaochun saw her turn around and sit down with her back against the wall of the well, and couldn't help but step forward and ask.

Zhao Fusheng only closed his eyes and rested for a moment, and when he heard what he said, he opened his eyes:

"It's not over yet."

Her words stunned Fan Wusu and Wu Shaochun:

"Not finished?"

"Hmm." Zhao Fusheng nodded slightly.

Although the ghost has temporarily retreated, according to the rules at this time, the ghost case in Kuailiang Village should have come to an end temporarily.

In terms of the precedent of the Demon Suppression Division in the previous year, this case was already over the moment Zhuang Siniang returned to the ancient well.

But the god list has not yet prompted.

This made Zhao Fusheng extremely vigilant.

Once a person is alert, he can see many signs that something is wrong:

"The ghost domain has not been lifted yet, which can be inferred from the fact that the sky has not yet dawned."

She did not lose her mind due to the pain, and said calmly:

"The ghost flowers haven't dispersed yet."

After speaking, Zhao Fusheng pointed to the flowers around his feet.

"But—"

Fan Wuxu's face changed:

"You gave it the ghost money."

On the same day in the Baozhi County Mansion, Zheng He's ghost sensed the threat and spit out the ghost money and handed it to Zhao Fusheng, Zheng He once said that this ghost money is infinitely useful and can persuade the ghost to retreat.

How can a ghost who has collected money not be trustworthy?

"It's the fourth lady of Zhuang Zhuang who asked for protection money and still refuses to let us go?" Fan Wuxuan was a little incredulous.

Wu Shaochun trembled when he heard that this matter was not over.

Zhao Fusheng's face turned pale, holding her breath to get through the pain, her breath was slightly panting:

"Zhuang Siniang is already a disaster-level ghost, and the ghost of Zheng He's envoy has always been much lower, so he may not be able to send Zhuang Siniang away."

Since the ghost money can't satisfy the disaster-level ghost, there is only another way to send her.

"My lord, there is still a way?"

Fan Wuxu's eyes lit up and asked:

"Is it to ask your father and mother?"

"It's not."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head.

Her merit is no longer enough, and she can no longer invite the gods to go out, and it is easy to send the gods when the time comes, and it is difficult to make this disaster more and more fierce.

The two orders made their faces change slightly, but Zhao Fusheng turned his head and fell on the children crowded around him.

"Full week? Kuai Manzhou? ”

She is guessing.

The paper figure was at the bottom of the well, and the fourth lady of Zhuang circled around the well, all in order to snatch the child.

And just now, when the ghost appeared, when the child reached out to hug the ghost, he shouted 'mother'.

The child nodded timidly.

"The bell must be tied to the bell, no matter what, give it a go."

Zhao Fusheng gritted his teeth.

Her words puzzled the others, but Zhao Fusheng spread his hands.

A strange long nail about half a foot long was held in her palm, and the nail was blackened all over, with an ominous aura, which made people look at it a little uneasy.

"Nails?"

As soon as Fan Wusu saw this, he exclaimed:

"Do you want to stab a ghost with this thing?"

"Almost."

Zhao Fusheng nodded.

As soon as she finished speaking, the child who had been snuggled up to her side trembled.

At this moment, the originally quiet ghost village suddenly changed.

Outside there was the sound of hurried footsteps, and someone shouted:

"Haunted, haunted!"

"Zhuang Siniang has turned into a ghost and is back!"

"What are we going to do—" The footsteps were chaotic, and many people rushed towards the crowd.

The shouting was incessant, and a large number of people could be heard in a panic at this time.

"Go to the ancestral hall first, wait for dawn and then go to Wan'an County to report to the official!"

At this moment, a familiar old voice sounded.

As soon as Fan Wusu and Wu Shaochun heard this conversation, their faces turned white.

"It's a villager from Kuailiang Village."

When they first entered the village, they also dealt with the villagers, and at that time, the four of them thought that these villagers in Kuailiang Village were lucky not to die, but were trapped in the ghost domain.

But later, with the time reset, the time returned to the night when Zhuang Siniang was lynched, and Zhuang Siniang, who should have been Shenhe, was replaced by Zhang Chuanshi who was put into a pig cage by everyone, and everyone understood that this was just a ghost dream in the ghost domain.

After the villagers die, their minds are trapped in the night before the incident, repeating the cycle endlessly.

As early as seven or eight days ago, after Zhuang Siniang's ghost was revived, these villagers all died.

If the cycle continues, the next development of events can be guessed: the villagers cannot enter the ancestral hall, and then outsiders will break in (outsiders may be from Zhuangjia Village, or they may be four people from the Demon Suppression Division).

And the three people who were fortunate to exist in the ancestral hall were trapped by the ghost village in disguise.

Once trapped in the ancestral hall, just like the previous paper figures, there is no way to get out.