Chapter 183

In this electric light, Zhao Fusheng suddenly understood why the paper man Zhang still walked so freely after losing the coffin nail:

"This old Deng!"

She suddenly scolded:

"I'm afraid I wanted to leave a long time ago, but I was trapped, as soon as I arrived, the door god and Zhuang Siniang restrained each other, but let this old man get out."

“……”

Fan Wusu and Wu Shaochun saw her angry, and they were at a loss for a while, worried about whether this adult would encounter ghosts one after another tonight, and their hearts collapsed.

When the two of them were in a little panic, Zhao Fusheng suddenly stopped scolding and said calmly:

"Forget it, I'll settle accounts with him later."

"Hmph, I still have a way." After she finished speaking, she looked at the coffin nail in her hand and sneered:

"He didn't expect me to leave a way out."

“……”

“……”

Fan and Wu looked at each other, trembling all over.

She was angry and scolded and laughed, and it didn't feel normal anymore.

Zhao Fusheng suddenly tore his clothes.

"Adult ......"

Fan Wuwu wanted to stop talking, Wu Shaochun clenched his fist:

"Don't worry, adults, it's a big deal to fight with ghosts, and you will die."

"Don't be impulsive." Zhao Fusheng said lightly: "There is no point in sending you to death in vain." ”

She tore off her cuffs and tore the cloth towel into strips as wide as two fingers, tying it to the pitch-black coffin nail.

"What are you going to do, sir?"

Fan Wuxu asked cautiously.

"I want a gift for Mrs. Zhuang."

She answered.

Leaning next to her, the child, who had been silent, shook his body when he heard the words 'Zhuang Si Niangzi'.

Zhao Fusheng didn't speak, she tore more than a dozen cloth towels, tore the two sleeves to her elbows, and a nondescript weird cloth flower appeared in her hand.

With the coffin nail that can restrain the ghost as the 'flower branch', and the sleeve torn off by her as the 'petal', Zhao Fusheng held the iron nail, his fingers turned, and the cloth towel wrapped around the nail rotated rapidly.

After she had done all this, the ghost flowers that bloomed around everyone suddenly became more and more luxuriant.

In the distance, the villagers were worried and shouted:

"I can't get into the ancestral hall."

These people looked stiff, their complexions were blue, they were carrying torches, carrying ghost lamps, and their faces were already spotted, but they didn't seem to realize that they were dead, and they didn't see the inner courtyard well opposite the entrance to the ancestral hall, and several people were looking out at this time.

"Sixth uncle, what now?"

A villager who had been dead for a long time turned around with difficulty and looked at Uncle Kuai Liu coldly.

"Let people guard the entrance of the village first, and wait for dawn to report to the town demon division in the city, so that the ghosts can't leave the village and harm others."

“……”

The 'villagers' were talking.

These people did not realize that they were dead, and that there were still patched wounds on their faces and bodies.

'Ugh. ’

The child sitting next to Zhao Fusheng suddenly sobbed quietly, she put away her toes, her knees were on her chin, her thin arms were wrapped around her calves, and she buried her face on her knees:

"Sixth Uncle—"

She cried quietly.

As her cry sounded, a shout suddenly came from afar:

"Who? Who entered the village? ”

Fan Wusu's heart was raised at this moment, thinking that the conversation of several people in the ancestral hall had attracted the attention of the ghost group.

His scalp was numb, and he turned his head to look at the door of the ancestral hall—

But as someone shouted in the distance, all the talking stopped abruptly.

The 'villagers' standing at the entrance of the ancestral hall turned into black gas under the noses of everyone, blending with the ghost mist.

The dense crowd disappeared without a trace in a moment, and a muffled conversation could be heard in the distance, time in the ghost village reset, and a new round of reincarnation began.

……

And inside the ancestral hall, I don't know when it was shrouded in a faint pink ghost mist.

There was a faint sweet smell wafting in the air, as if it was diluted blood, mixed with an eerie floral scent.

This is the end of the bribery of ghost coins.

Zhuang Siniang went and returned.

Zhao Fusheng's back was tense, but she didn't panic, but after finishing the strange flower in her hand, she took it in her hand and looked at it, pinched the coffin nail with her fingertips and turned around, her eyes became very calm.

The child who was sitting next to her and was sobbing quietly raised her head at some point, and she looked blankly at the nondescript 'flower' in Zhao Fusheng's hand, her eyes were soaked with tears.

"See what?"

Zhao Fusheng asked her lightly.

The child looked blank and did not speak.

Fan Wusu looked at the ghost flowers that were gradually rising around him, felt uneasy, and hurriedly asked:

"My lord, is this, this flower useful to Zhuang Siniang?"

"It works."

Zhao Fusheng looked at the 'strange flower' in his hand and nodded:

"This is a flower made from the nails of the coffin taken from the paper man's hand."

As soon as the three words 'coffin nail' were spoken, Wu Shaochun didn't know what to do, but Fan Wuxu's face changed slightly:

"Liu Huacheng?"

"Hmm." Zhao Fusheng responded:

"It must have been stolen from the coffin that suppressed the headless ghost in the first place."

The law of the headless ghost is special, it can suppress the ghost, and the ghost coffin is the thing that controls the body of the headless ghost, and the coffin nail that is integrated with the ghost coffin may also have an unexpected effect on the ghost.

Once such a fierce thing as the ghost coffin nail falls into the hands of Zhuang Siniang, Zhuang Siniang will definitely be controlled.

Perhaps with its rank and strength, the coffin nail may not be able to control it for long, but as long as it is enough to plunge it into a brief slumber, a few people will be able to leave this place safely.

When Zhao Fusheng said this, he noticed that the child sitting next to her had been listening quietly.

She paused, then turned her head to look at Kuai Manzhou:

"Are you afraid?"

The child didn't speak, the whole person seemed to be a puppet, and after a while, she shook her head.

"I heard your aunt and uncle say that your mother should have left at that time."

When Zhao Fusheng said this, his mind changed and he said:

"It was you who gave her a flower temporarily, so that she finally changed her mind and stayed."

Kuai Manzhou bit his lip tightly and didn't make a sound, but his face was even more ugly.

"In fact, sometimes it is not necessarily a good thing for people to live, and it is not necessarily a bad thing to die." Zhao Fusheng smiled, "But after she died, because of the obsession before her death, now the ghost has revived and has become a ghost now, and it has become a big disaster that can harm Wan'an County." ”

When she said this, her expression gradually became indifferent, staring at the child:

"The people of Kuera Village are dead."

The child's body tensed, and the blank expression finally changed, and her clasped ten fingers clasped hard.

"Your sixth uncle, sixth uncle, aunt, aunt, and relatives are all dead."

Kuai Manzhou buried his head and hid between his knees, but Zhao Fusheng's words still came to her ears:

"In addition, there is no one in Zhuangjia Village anymore, and all your relatives and acquaintances have died because of the ghost case."

When she said this, she looked at the child and paused in her tone:

"I sympathize with what happened to your mother before her death, but this disaster must be calmed down, and I want to think about Wan'an County."

The child buried his head in his lap and did not speak.

It's getting colder and colder.

The ghost flowers in full bloom around them had already surrounded the four of them, and the sound of water suddenly sounded between the wells where Zhao Fusheng and Kuai Man were leaning back, and the expressions of Fan Wusu and Wu Shaochun changed in an instant.

"My lord—"

Fan Wusu was a little scared and reminded him gently.

Zhao Fusheng sat still and did not move.

Sometimes things in the world are so cruel.

Death is like a lamp going out, and everything that was in life is erased, but the living have to carry great pressure to continue to walk the rest of life.

When Zhuang Siniang came back because of her daughter's flower, she changed her mind and wanted to elope with someone, she probably thought of her consequences - maybe death was a relief for her.

But she definitely didn't expect what would happen later, after her death, the ghost resurrected, slaughtered the villagers of Kuailiang Village, and the ghost disaster continued.

As for Kuai Manzhou, she may not have thought that this flower, which is full of children's hearts, will brew such serious consequences.

The child is the only survivor of the village.

Zhao Fusheng saw the scene of the death of the village before, and she should have seen it too.

And as time resets repeatedly, the scene of the death of Uncle Kuai Liu and others has been staged again and again in front of her eyes.

When she heard Uncle Kuai Liu's words, she would lose control of her emotions and cry quietly.

As time passes, perhaps this ghost disaster will turn into a huge shadow and weigh on the child's heart.

"Bad ghosts must be suppressed." Zhao Fusheng said to himself:

"We can't let the ghost disaster spread, and we can't let Zhuang Siniang continue to grow and continue to get out of control."

She suddenly sighed:

"I really hate kids."

After finishing speaking, she seemed to have made up her mind, lifted the strange flower in her hand, and pulled the child's hand with some difficulty:

"Your mother, you are responsible for the aftermath."

Hearing this, Kuai Manzhou looked up a little strangely.

Zhao Fusheng sent the 'flower' in his hand to her palm:

"You could have kept her with a flower, and now you can give her another flower and send her away."

"Your Excellency!"

When Fan Wusu heard this, he immediately became anxious.

Zhuang Siniang is a big murderer.

Zhao Fusheng himself said that she has no power to summon the door god anymore, maybe the coffin nail in her hand is the only important thing that can restrain the ghosts and make a few people save their lives, how can she still be like child's play at this time, and put such a ghost in the hands of a young child?

And what does the child know?

If she has a deep relationship with her mother, Zhao Fusheng also said that this is a ghost exorcism, and then she was excited for a while, threw the thing, and a few people faced the ghosts, wouldn't it be in vain?

Zhao Fusheng knew Fan Wusheng's fear, but she ignored his cries.

She looked at Kuai Manzhou, the child was teary-eyed, the two looked at each other, and Zhao Fusheng looked at her coldly:

"Our lives are in your hands."

As soon as the words fell, the spring water in the well boiled in the sound of 'bubbling' water.

Red flowers bloomed on the ground, and countless thin black silk hairs swayed out of the well, pulling the body of the female ghost to slowly float out of the well.

'Duh. ’

Several people seemed to feel a tremor in their backs at this moment.

As if there was a strange existence, he patted the back vests of several people at this moment.

Kuai Manzhou held the nondescript 'strange flower' in his hand, and sat on the edge of the well without moving.

"It's over—"

Fan Wusu secretly said:

"I'm going to die in Kuailiang Village today."

The female ghost's body was already standing behind Zhao Fusheng, but the moment it touched Zhao Fusheng's body, the child sitting next to Zhao Fusheng suddenly moved.

'Woo. ’

She cried softly, holding the 'flower' in both hands, turned her head, looked at the 'mother' stupidly, and shouted:

"Mother."

The ghost will no longer respond to her words, will not hold her in his arms with pity as when he was alive, will no longer show a gentle look to her, and will no longer touch her head.

The moment the ghost saw the 'flower', it was subconsciously tempted.

It gave up on Zhao Fusheng and turned to look at Kuai Manzhou.

The child burst into tears and handed out with both hands:

"Mother, you go."

This scene has happened, but in just a few days, it has become a reality.

The ghost's bound hands reached over and wrapped the child's hands, and the cold instantly soaked the child's whole body, and the coffin nails were also grabbed by the ghost.

The 'petals' torn by cloth on the 'strange flower' corroded one after another under the evil aura of the yin ghost, turning into black ash and falling to the ground, and finally only an empty 'branch' remained, which was held in the palm of the ghost.

The moment it touched the ghost, it took effect.

The ghost's body did not split, but froze in place.

Fan Wusu and Wu Shaochun's faces showed joy, Zhao Fusheng's tense heartstrings loosened, and the consciousness that was ready to sink into hell at any time stopped.

But Zhuang Siniang has become a climate after all, and although the coffin nails are strong, they are only part of the ghost coffin.

The ghost's movements only stopped for a moment, and then he moved forward again, hugging Kuai Manzhou.

The change at this moment made Zhao Fusheng's pupils shrink sharply, almost instantly, her consciousness sank into hell, searching for the ghost golden bell-

But before she could take out the golden bell, Kuai Manzhou stretched out his hand and slowly hugged the ghost.

The child was not divided by ghosts.

The ghost grasped the coffin nail in his hand, maintained the action of 'bouquet of flowers', and walked behind Kuai Manzhou.

A large figure and a small figure were back to back, and the ghost's figure gradually merged with the night, and then turned into a shadow of nothingness, disappearing behind Kuai Manzhou.

When she was alive, she chose to stay in the face of the flowers handed by her daughter.

And after it died, it was also the flowers handed by its daughter, and it also chose to wait.

Zhao Fusheng's sea of knowledge suddenly sounded a large number of prompts: The ghost chose the ghost master.

At the moment when the ghost disappeared, Kuai Manzhou seemed to realize something, and burst into tears.

On her hand, a brown bud that should have withered in the past few days appeared in her palm out of thin air.

The child maintains the gesture of hugging the mother.

At the same moment, the shouts of the villagers in the distance disappeared the moment the powerful ghost transformed by Zhuang Siniang was harnessed.

It seemed that in an instant, the shouts and noises of the villagers disappeared completely.

The ghost flowers by the well began to shake.

Among the flowers, ghosts appeared out of thin air.

The sixth uncle who was killed by the ghosts, the sixth uncle who was holding the child, Kuai Changshun, and the four daughters-in-law of the Kuai family-

One by one, familiar faces, numb and cold faces, each chose to return to the prone position of the corpse before death.

The ghost flower suddenly bloomed, and a large amount of ghost qi lingered around the petals, causing the petals to form phantoms, and the ghosts were included in it.

As soon as the flowers contain the ghosts, they are immediately recovered.

In the blink of an eye, the petals quickly shrank and rolled back into the shadows, accompanied by the invisibility of the ghost of Zhuang Siniang, and disappeared into the shadows and disappeared without a trace.

At the same time as the ghost village disappeared, on the withered branch in Kuai Manzhou's hand, a gorgeous black and red ghost flower suddenly bloomed out of thin air.

But the existence of this ghost flower was only for a moment, and then the flower fell and turned into a dead branch in the blink of an eye, and then the branch bud turned into powder and disappeared into nothingness.

The Zhuangcun ghost case is over.

This case starts with chapter 135 and ends with chapter 183, nearly 50 chapters, and a complete ghost case is written.

In my original outline plan, in fact, Fusheng's trip was a failed journey, and I could only temporarily exorcise the ghosts with ghost money, and then accept them later.

But in the middle, I repeatedly adjusted the outline of this story, and chose to have a beginning and an end, with the cause and effect of 'the bell must be tied to the bell person', so that the daughter of Zhuang Siniang became a special little ghost rider by offering flowers to her mother again, and closed the ghost case.

This story is full of complexity for me.

I believe that human nature is inherently complex, and that good and bad can exist at the same time, and that a single thought difference can lead to unpredictable results.

In a difficult environment, every supporting character who may be passing by in the story is struggling, hoping to write more vivid and three-dimensional characters, rather than just tools A, B, and C who simply serve the story.

I actually like to tell stories at a slow pace, but I tried for this story.

I want to give you a relatively complete story as much as possible under the condition of controlling the length as much as possible, I personally believe that the feeling that a story can bring to people is not necessarily a single refreshing, moving, happy, sighing, pity and regret are all a kind of emotion, I hope you can also enjoy this emotional feeling.

In addition: Thank you for your follow-up, "I am a god in another world" has been written so far, it has been 750,000 words, and please continue to accompany Fusheng on the way forward.

Thank you.