Chapter 112 Wood Carving Shop

Although the call with Mr. Fu ended,

But Fang Zheng did not decide whether to go into the dark.

If it was just a normal supernatural event and there was no need to take too much risk, Fang Zheng would not mind raising his hand to eliminate demons and earn a wave of ashen air.

But this supernatural event was different!

This psychic divination, like the Bloody Marie and Bixian events abroad, is likely to belong to a very large range of supernatural terrorist events.

Bloody Marie, a student from the entire student dormitory died.

Those who played the pen fairy psychic game were even locked down a street by the military.

This time, the psychic divination had something in common with Bloody Marie and Bixian, which was mysterious, strange and special.

They were all non earthbound spirits, capable of spreading and spreading over a wide range, spreading like a virus.

There is a big difference between these psychic games and ordinary ghosts. They are even weirder and more devious. Otherwise, even Special operations department people would not be helpless.

Fang Zheng did not know if there would be any risks in going to the underworld this time.

If they really met a horrible Evil spirits like Bloody Marie and Bixian, according to the evil nature of the two foreign spiritual events... This psychic divination incident, I'm afraid, won't be that simple.

Although according to the last time, everything was calm, smooth, and seemed to be safe, it was because of the unfathomable Mr. Fu and Butcher zhang. And this time, if he went to hell, he could only do it alone.

The two things were not of the same nature at all.

This is exactly where the unknown risks lie.

"But maybe I thought too much about it myself. Mr. Fu shouldn't have hurt me, or who would have taken care of the store for him?"

"Mr. Fu thinks that I should have a certain degree of success before I go to the underworld, especially when Mr. Fu asked me to ask Zuo qianhu next door for a wooden carving and the owner of a jade shop for a jade plaque. This should not be a simple arrangement."

...

Maybe tonight was a sleepless night.

The deserted streets were like the windless pools in the deep mountains and forests. Only a few rotten streetlights provided dim and dim light. Suddenly, an engine roared, breaking the silence of the deserted Old street under the night. A convoy was coming from far and near.

Before anyone could see the motorcade, they saw several wisps of grey air flying towards Fang Zheng's position in the underworld like moths to the fire.

It was devoured by the Human Skin scriptures.

In just one or two seconds, three wisps of grey air were collected directly.

Grey air + 1, grey air + 1.

Another two wisps of grey and white qi were collected, and a total of four wisps of grey and white qi were collected.

In the face of the sudden scene, Fang Zheng subconsciously froze and ran out of the underworld.

At this time, a team of motorcades, like a giant beast under the night, turned the intersection and roared into the empty Old street. When he saw the first car leading, Fang Zheng recognized that it was Captain Fei's car.

Then the identity of this convoy was about to be revealed.

The Special operations department!

And all that gray air came from these people.

Captain Fei screeched to a stop, and the speeding car was like a raging beast being violently suppressed and finally stopped at the entrance of the underworld shop. Then, captain fei walked out of the car.

There were also a few other team members on board.

However, the special operations forces on the other vehicles did not follow them out of the car, as if they had received orders in advance and were all on standby in the car.

This was a convoy of about ten cars.

When he saw Captain Fei and the others, Fang Zheng could clearly sense the movement of the frantic energy breath from the people in front of him. It seemed that he had just fought a fierce battle and had not completely calmed down the energy that was unintentionally released from his body.

Fang Zheng's eyes were pensive.

Thinking back on his previous gray aura, it just proved his conjecture.

If a wisp of grey air represented a ghost, what kind of place would gather five ghosts at once?

Looking thoughtfully at the tires of the motorcade, there was no mud or dirt in the outskirts, which meant it was in zhou city?

"I'm sorry to bother you so late at night. I just finished my mission and happened to pass by the neighborhood, so I stopped by the Underworld shop to ask if Mr. Fu is back." Captain Fei explained first, then directly explained the purpose of his visit.

However, Captain Fei and his group naturally returned disappointed.

"Captain, another person was killed today. He was also killed in his sleep."

"There are new victims being dragged into the nightmare world every day, increasing the number of people every day, and now one person has been killed every day. As the number of people being dragged into the nightmare increases, the longer the time drags on, the number of deaths per day will only increase like a snowball! We can't afford to wait any longer. Maybe ten days later, a dozen people will be killed in a day!"

...

Seeing Captain Fei and his team leave, Fang Zheng heard a conversation in the car.

Late at night in Old street, it was once again cold and serene.

Brother zuo, you said you liked the role of Zuo qianhu. You were a man of blue blood and red heart. I'm just an ordinary citizen, and I don't understand much. On the contrary, zhiqiu yiye, who is a bit greedy, a bit philistine, a bit mercenary, and doesn't have such a serious role, is more like us ordinary ordinary little people." Fang Zheng was talking to himself.

At some point, Zuo qianhu had left the store, perhaps because of the sound of the motorcade...

Zuo qianhu was silent.

"In this world, everyone clearly wants to live a life of self-interest. Although they don't want to have it, they want to protect themselves and even put on a mask of indifference." Fang Zheng was still talking to himself.

"Everyone wants to live like qiu yiye, a little greedy, a little philistine, a little mercenary, but to know the end of qiu yiye is to achieve the greatest justice... You say that conscience is something that can neither be seen nor touched, but it does exist all the time."

"Conscience is not a joke. Who can make a person get rid of the blame of his conscience? Conscience is the god of every mortal..."

Fang Zheng whispered a famous quote from him.

Then he turned around.

Instead of going back to the Underworld shop, he headed straight for the wood carving store next door.

"Brother zuo, Mr. Fu asked me to ask you for a wood carving. Is it possible that I can pick one of these wood carving handicrafts on the shelf?" Fang Zheng smiled at Zuo qianhu and looked curiously at the wood carvings on the shelf.

If you look closely, it is indeed a wood carving handicraft.

They did not see anything different. They were all woodcarvings of birds and beasts. Although they were lifelike, they were all exquisite handicrafts.

But it was only a work of art.

But Mr. Fu would never ask Zuo qianhu for a wooden carving for no reason. There must be something unusual about it that he hadn't found out yet.

Zuo qianhu looked at Fang Zheng with a meaningful light in his eyes, then pointed to the row of wood carvings covered with red cloth behind his work table, "The wood carvings you want are here."

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