Here Lies The Wicked

"Yuhu square is here. Please take your belongings and get off from the back door."

"Next stop, jufa farmers'market, please hold on tight."

On bus no. 142, Fang Zheng frowned and stared at a piece of money in his hand.

Ever since the incident at the apartment building ended, he found that the ten yuan note in his hand turned into a ghost note.

In the ancient books of the fox ghost, the country monster tan, and the monaque, it was recorded that money did not circulate in the underworld.

The real currency in the underworld was the Yin de.

The Yin de is money to ghosts. Ferry, cultivate, cross the bridge of naihe, go to the reincarnation platform, bribe the troublesome little ghosts, all need to be paid for.

The Yin de qian was also known as the underworld in the yang world, not the millions or one hundred million yuan of the underworld burned in the yang world. It was useless, or else it would have been inflated long ago. It was the Yin de qian that had been saved up for a lifetime of good deeds.

In fact, between ghosts and ghosts in the underworld, it is more secular than the secular world. The benefits of the Yin de are endless. It works better than money in the underworld.

These were too mysterious and mysterious legends. In the past, Fang Zheng would usually smile and not take them to heart.

But now, the world was like a huge rock thrown into Pinghu, and there were strange changes everywhere. Fang Zheng did not know how true or false these ancient legends were. He could not tell whether the underworld was a Yin de qian or a common underworld.

"Forget it, whether it's true or not." Fang Zheng picked up the coins. Too much had happened that night. It was only now that he had time to sort things out.

Fang Zheng thought of the grim man with sunglasses who pulled him out of the wall.

And the bald, middle-aged man called the grim man with sunglasses.

Fang Zheng was more concerned about the fact that he had collected three wisps of grey air from the two of them in less than a minute.

Fang Zheng pursed her lips.

His eyebrows furrowed.

This was his habit of concentrating.

The source of the grey gas was only after killing the ghost. This has already been proved and there is no doubt about it.

Therefore, the source of the grey qi should be related to resentment, evil spirit, ghost spirit, evil spirit, etc. However, Fang Zheng had not yet figured out which one of these belonged to.

But one thing is for sure!

Ordinary people can't see the gray qi, and they can't even use the gray qi!

At present, only he, who was carrying the Human Skin scriptures, could see the greyish aura of a ghost after its death.

With this speculation, key clues have emerged.

The grim man in the sunglasses and the head in his mouth were professionals who specialized in dealing with folk spiritual affairs. After the two of them killed the ghosts, they were entangled with such mysterious things as resentment, evil spirit, evil spirit and so on. As soon as he approached, the Human Skin scriptures immediately reacted.

It's just that he hasn't figured it out yet. This resentment, this ghost... Entanglement, in the end, is temporary, will slowly dissipate by itself; Or is it just a lifetime of entanglement?

The more Fang Zheng thought about it, the more his eyes shone. He felt like he had found a big fat sheep.

The grim man in the sunglasses was just a big fat sheep, and he could pull up a handful of wool every once in a while.

This is much better than beating someone to death.

Mmm!

Fang Zheng frowned. He felt that his current thoughts were a little dangerous.

The grim men in sunglasses, in any case, were civil servants who represented justice. How could they be described as fat sheep?

He was still thinking about collecting wool from the civil servants.

This idea is too dangerous.

Mmm!

Change the adjective, let the people's public servants in the heat of the moment, and then actively glow! It will contribute to the construction of the core values of socialism.

Fang Zheng punched!

He decided that once the weapons were settled, he would immediately start looking for the location of the grim man with sunglasses and the Zhou city headquarters.

"Jufa farmers'market is here. Please take your belongings and get off from the back door."

At this time, the bus had also arrived.

Fang Zheng walked off the bus.

Fang Zheng was curious about the identity of butcher zhang. He caught a glimpse of Butcher zhang in the crowd outside the apartment building.

At that time, Butcher zhang kept his eyes on the apartment building, and in that special situation, Butcher zhang seemed to see something.

Apparently, there was a secret in Butcher zhang as well.

In the farmer's market, the day and early morning were two different scenes.

During the day, before entering the market gate, there was already a huge crowd outside, shouting and shouting.

The goal was clear.

Fang Zheng went straight to Butcher zhang's pork stall.

When Fang Zheng arrived, he saw a chubby, chubby little boy standing in front of Butcher zhang's pork stall, a five-bar elementary school monk.

This time, Fang Zheng took a closer look. Well, the boy's fire was like a furnace. This time, he was a man, not a ghost.

Standing in front of the pork stall, the monk suddenly took off his coat and drew many circles with a watercolor pen. Pointing at the circles, the monk raised his head and straightened his chest and said, "Boss! My mother said that she only wants the meat of these parts of the pig!"

Mud and coal!

Decisive and blinding!

Fang Zheng was dumbfounded.

On: how to let the son buy meat when he can accurately buy the meat of various pig parts!

Butcher zhang glanced at Fang Zheng and looked at the elementary school monk with a calm face.

"Boss, my dad said he wants the meat from this circle too!" After the monk finished speaking, he took off his pants on the spot.

Poof!

Fang Zheng spat out a mouthful of old blood. ), Choking and coughing on the side, are all primary school monks so skinny now?

Butcher zhang, who had always been calm, was no longer calm this time.

Bang!

The two-kilo thick back butcher knife in his hand was heavily chopped on the log chopping board, "This pig is female."

After buying the pork, the elementary school monk, who had already put on his clothes and pants, looked at Fang Zheng with a look of disdain with five stripes and curled his mouth, "Retarded."

Fang Zheng: ..."

Elmar! Brother was ridiculed by a venomous elementary school monk today. Uncle, aunt and uncle can't stand it.

Fang Zheng squatted down and smiled, "Batman is bitten by bat, spiderman is bitten by spider, god of thunder is struck by lightning, hulk is dyed green, pancake is pancake man, devil fruit is power, so what will pork become?"

The elementary school monk's eyes lit up, "Piggy page!"

Fang Zheng raised his hand and rubbed the head of an elementary school monk, revealing a honeyed smile that could be taught by children, "What a clever and good boy."

Seeing the elementary school monk running home screaming excitedly, Fang Zheng stood up proudly, the fart of the elementary school monk, what is not good to learn?

Then Fang Zheng came back to Butcher zhang's pork stall.

Before Fang Zheng could speak, bang, a dagger with a scabbard was carelessly thrown on the pork stall by Butcher zhang.

"Lao wang has already told me about you."

"If you want to kill ghosts and ward off evil spirits, this Ghost head knife is more suitable for you."

Butcher zhang regained his composure.

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