Chapter 117 Cursed Scarecrow

In his sleep, Fang Zheng saw a mature paddy field with a scarecrow in it.

The scarecrow during the day did not feel terrible.

But at night, the scarecrow was cursed, and his arms were spread out, tied to a wooden frame by thorns, and made into flesh scarecrow... Shen Wenle.

It was that chubby junior high school student, Shen Wenle!

But at night, they starved to the bone.

Every night when night fell, the cursed scarecrow, Shen Wenle, would slaughter in the rice fields. Every night, outsiders would break into the rice fields, some escaped from hunting, and some died from killing.

Just like that.

It was as if the cursed Shen Wenle had become a walking corpse controlled by the Evil spirits as night fell.

...

Fang Zheng had to wake up a few times, trying to open his eyes, but his eyelids were as heavy as lead, dragging him into dreams again and again.

Fang Zheng did not give up. He tried hard for a long time. Finally, he opened his eyes slowly. He had just woken up, and his head was still a little dizzy. The scene in front of him gradually came into his eyes. It was still in Shen Wenle's house. Fang Zheng was shocked.

Cold sweat ran down his back.

He actually fell asleep while walking in the shade!

Is it because of Shen Wenle?

The relationship between nightmare carriers?

And the fleshy scarecrow in the dream, Shen Wenle, who had starved to skin and bones and was tied to a wooden frame with thorns and thorns, could it really be Shen Wenle?

So... Those who accidentally break into the rice fields every night are Shen Wenle's relatives and neighbors dragged into the nightmare world?

The others dreamed that the scarecrow was hunting them, but Shen Wenle was actually hunting them?

But Shen Wenle seemed to be out of control. He was an ordinary scarecrow during the day, driving away birds in silence, but at night, he was a blood-thirsty scarecrow controlled by the Evil spirits.

At this moment, Fang Zheng had already lost all sleep. He looked into Shen Wenle's bedroom through the closed door, but Shen Wenle on the bed was gone.

Fang Zheng's face changed.

This psychic divination is really evil!

At this time, Fang Zheng did not dare to raise his head at all. He quickly took out the white wood carving of the god of death. When he held the god of death in his hand, Fang Zheng was relieved.

The fact that the god of death had not responded in the first place meant that nothing had ever attacked him before.

Fang Zheng turned to look at the clock. It was 8: 35 pm.

He had been in a nightmare for so long that he only fell asleep for three or four minutes?

At this time, the evil spirit on his neck stepped on the jade plate of purgatory, and there was always a warm current circulating between Fang Zheng's body and the jade plate. Did this piece of jade work? Fang Zheng found warmth and security.

Without this Spirit jade, he would probably have fallen into a nightmare just like everyone else.

Fang Zheng calmed down and carefully pushed open the door of Shen Wenle's bedroom to make sure that Shen Wenle was still in the bedroom.

However!

Just as fang was about to open Shen Wenle's bedroom door, it creaked... At the same time, there was a soft sound of opening the security door at the back porch.

Then there was a thud, the sound of the door closing gently.

Fang Zheng's heart skipped a beat. Something came in!

Hold your breath for a second, two seconds. It was as dark as a room that had been frozen for thousands of years. The air was so quiet that it was oppressive. Only Fang Zheng could breathe.

Fang Zheng frowned and quietly approached the entrance.

There was nothing at the entrance. Just then, the shadow world behind him heard another movement.

Creak, the door opened gently, followed by a thud, and then a soft shut. It was the sound from Shen Wenle's bedroom. Fang Zheng turned around and looked over.

Shen Wenle's bedroom was originally opened with a crack in the door, but now it was closed.

"Could the Evil spirits scarecrow in the psychic divination find me even when he was walking in the shadows?"

"Isn't this thing very scary?"

"When did I start to expose myself? Was it in the sports equipment room of high school, or when Shen Wenle was asleep?"

"Or is it that after death, Shen Wenle's spirit world of the deceased is recreating the ability to drag people into nightmares? Is it because Shen Wenle used his ability to expose them, or because he failed to drag them into nightmares this time, that I was exposed?"

At this moment, creak... Gently push the door, followed by a knock gently close the door, this time the sound is transmitted from the direction of the bathroom!

Fang Zheng planned to leave Shen Wenle's house first.

His mission from beginning to end was to find Han Peng's whereabouts, not to face a very likely Evil spirits in this small room, in a passive and dangerous situation.

The security door of shen wenle's house opened inwardly. Just as Fang Zheng opened the door, there was a sudden change!

Outside the security door, there was a man hanging silently. When Fang Zheng opened the security door inside, the man suddenly jumped at Fang Zheng.

It was Shen Wenle who disappeared from the bedroom.

At this moment, Shen Wenle was just like the cursed, flesh-and-blood scarecrow in the nightmare.

But just then!

Fang Zheng, who had been holding the god of death in his hand, suddenly burst out like a sword.

Boom!

The whole neighborhood was shocked, like a thunderbolt from nine days, and the whole sixth floor was cut through by sword qi.

As for the cursed scarecrow, Fang Zheng clearly saw that it was a deadly kill to be directly cut into pieces by sword qi.

"Is this... Is the Evil spirits too weak, or is the god of death carved by Zuo qianhu too overbearing and powerful?"

"Or was it because the Evil spirits didn't kill them just now that they were killed so easily?"

Fang Zheng was surprised at first, and then he looked happy. He couldn't help but look at the wood carving in his hand.

Kill in the first battle.

Now it was his amulet.

No wonder Mr. Fu asked him to look for wood carvings and jade badges. It turned out that Mr. Fu had already grasped the situation.

This time, however, he was not able to see the light in his eyes.

Is it because this place is yin walking?

Seeing that the cursed scarecrow had been killed, Fang Zheng returned to Shen Wenle's bedroom this time, intending to look for the card Shen Wenle had taken out for divination.

As a result, not only was the bedroom empty, but even the cards disappeared.

Originally, Fang Zheng wanted to see what kind of psychic divination card it was.

"Because all of this is a replay of the past, so the card itself did not appear? What I saw before was just a memory?" Fang Zheng felt that the more he thought about it, the more he thought about it. He was asking for trouble for himself, so he stopped thinking about it.

He was just a little curious about the cards, not necessarily.

There's no need to waste too much energy on this.

Next, Fang Zheng left Shen Wenle's house directly and began to search for Han Peng's whereabouts. Fortunately, the role of the light was still there, and it was still guiding Fang Zheng.

Finding Han Peng's whereabouts was the main mission!

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Just after the code was finished, this chapter is counted as number 10, and number 10 is presented with three more chapters, a total of four chapters owed. I'm sorry that I have to finish my work soon.

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