Here Lies The Wicked

"People are afraid of the long and the short. Do you know what incense is most afraid of?"

"Fragrance is most afraid of two short and one long."

As the figure at the crossroads turned around, Fang Zheng realized that this was an elegant middle-aged man who looked like a teacher.

In front of the middle-aged man, there was a brazen-colored brazier, which was burning with yellow paper, paper money, yuan bao and other things.

In the hands of the middle-aged man, there were three Incense that were lit up.

It was the Incense in the temple.

At this moment, three Incense were lit between the fingers of a middle-aged man.

The scene in front of them all showed that the other party was worshipping the dead.

However, the three Incense in the hands of the middle-aged man were now strangely short and long, short on both sides and long in the middle.

Fang Zheng noticed the middle-aged man's gaze and kept looking at the yellow paper stuck to the bottom of his shoes. Fang Zheng quickly tore it off and carefully placed it on the ground, while apologizing to the dead.

It's not about superstition or not.

It doesn't matter whether you believe in ghosts or not.

It was a proper respect for the deceased and did not desecrate the deceased.

When Fang Zheng finished all this, he found that the middle-aged man had turned his back to him again, ignored him, and continued to burn paper money and yellow paper into the brazier. After this episode, Fang Zheng could not help but feel a little better about this middle-aged man who had the temperament of a teacher. He could respect the dead, at least he was not so bad.

There was only one road ahead of him, so Fang Zheng had to move on. This time, he was much more careful and tried his best to avoid the yellow paper and paper money on the ground.

At this moment, another gust of wind blew. Fang Zheng's nose flapped a few times and his brows furrowed.

It was the pungent stench of rotting corpses.

As he got closer to the middle-aged man, the putrid smell gradually became stronger. It was from the direction of the middle-aged man that it drifted in. Fang Zheng remained calm and carefully walked past the middle-aged man, only to see a deep, dark light in Fang Zheng's eyes that completely did not match his age and temperament. It flashed by, and Fang Zheng's face changed greatly.

Corpses!

On the middle-aged man's body, he saw a thick, black, and dead body!

Huh?

No!

Fang Zheng carefully observed, but he saw a glimmer of life from the other side. In the dark pressure of death, there was a hidden deep living yang qi.

The living dead?

A dead man snatching the sun?

Fang Zheng was alarmed and began to search his mind for a large amount of knowledge about this recently recharged battery.

At this time, Fang Zheng discovered that the three Incense in the hands of middle-aged men had changed from two short ones to one long one, which was really strange. Fang Zheng was amazed.

"Mr. Fu, you're playing tricks in the middle of the night to scare ordinary people."

A voice sounded, eh? Fang Zheng was stunned. This voice... It seemed familiar, so she subconsciously followed the sound.

It was only then that Fang Zheng noticed that at the intersection where he was blind, there was a shop that only opened at night, and the lights in the shop were bright.

A few steps forward, Fang Zheng finally saw the owner of a familiar voice... Butcher zhang, who was serving a plate of pig ears!

Fang Zheng was stunned.

Not only was Fang Zheng stunned, but even Butcher zhang, who was about to take a sip, was visibly stunned.

But Butcher zhang was the first to react.

He quickly regained his calm expression. After drinking the wine in his glass, he said calmly, "My ghost knife is still handy."

There was no room for Fang Zheng to refute, because Butcher zhang's gaze was already directed at Fang Zheng's waist.

Under the cover of Fang Zheng's coat, there was a scabbard pinned to it.

Fang Zheng's face immediately changed.

Damn! His scalp was a little numb, and he couldn't help but complain in his heart. Was Butcher zhang speaking unintentionally? Or did he already see something?

Fang Zheng stood there, his mind racing, thinking about what to do next to make it seem natural. Just then, the middle-aged man who had been squatting at the intersection burning paper money, Mr. Fu, had got up and walked back to the shop.

"Since you're Butcher zhang's friend, come in and sit down."

Mr. Fu walked past Fang Zheng and walked directly into the store.

At this moment, Fang Zheng noticed that from the first moment, this has the temperament of a teacher, Butcher zhang's Mr. Fu, from the beginning to the end, was holding a dead face, expressionless.

At the thought of this, Fang Zheng suddenly felt an inexplicable pain.

Butcher zhang's indifference.

Mr. Fu's dead face was expressionless.

Indeed, birds of a feather flock together.

Fang Zheng thought about something and suddenly smiled generously. He walked into the store and sat down beside Butcher zhang.

"It's good to use the Ghost head knife. The only regret is that it's too short. Sometimes it doesn't work." Fang Zheng picked up another pair of clean chopsticks, put a mouthful of pork ear meat into his mouth and chewed it, then praised the taste.

He was a generous man.

There was no pretense, no fear of hands or feet.

Butcher zhang glanced at Fang Zheng and offered Fang Zheng a glass of wine.

Some people say that the table culture is the most indecipherable, it can easily make brothers turn against each other, but also let two strangers become a new year's friend.

It depends on whether your wine can enter the other party's eyes.

Fang Zheng didn't have any pretentious feelings and drank it all in one gulp.

At this time, Fang Zheng also took the opportunity to check the situation inside the store, which is a Underworld shop in Old street, specializing in selling funeral items, such as paper money, yellow paper, birthday clothes, candles and yuan bao, and so on.

But I didn't see the paper man.

But Fang Zheng's eyes were mostly on Mr. Fu. What was all that dead and dead?

He had been puzzled.

Butcher zhang's friend, Mr. Fu, is dead? Or alive?

Underworld shop is divided into the front hall of business and the back hall of goods storage. Ever since Mr. Fu entered the store, he has been in the back hall.

"Are you curious?" Butcher zhang looked at Fang Zheng calmly, not knowing if he meant anything else.

"Follow me."

Butcher zhang got up and walked to the back hall.

Fang Zheng hesitated and followed.

As soon as he entered the back hall, Fang Zheng found that the temperature in the back hall was obviously lower than that in the front hall. Then he saw three coffins lined up in the back hall.

Fang Zheng was surprised.

Cremation is now popular, and the country has long banned burial. Coffins are no longer found in cities, and coffin shops have also changed. The only chance for people to see a coffin was an ice coffin rented from a funeral home. Of course, in some rural areas where legal awareness was still weak, there were still some burials. Unexpectedly, there were three coffins in this Underworld shop in Zhou city.

Fang Zheng, on the other hand, had the guts to look into the coffin. It was not an empty coffin. There was a female corpse lying in each coffin.

Mr. Fu had been busy burying the three female corpses, but Fang Zheng could not help but frown and die a miserable death.

"There's a place in the evening. There's going to be a lot of fun. Would you like to go and have a look?"

Butcher zhang was what the other party was saying.

"Mr. Fu, me, you, together."

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