Chapter 149 Ghost Painting

After thinking about it for a few seconds, Fang Zheng finally decided to leave in person.

Not sure about Old god stick,

Calling the police or contacting Captain Fei obviously didn't feel right.

And Old god stick had already called him, and he couldn't just let it go, whether Old god stick was alive or dead.

After all, he was the one who got Old god stick into trouble or danger to contact him.

Fortunately, it was only a night's delay, so he could make it back tomorrow. And if Old god stick did encounter a ghost, he would not lose, just as the university city's daily harvest.

When Old god stick boasted about this business, he mentioned the name of the village, Front door village.

However, before leaving the house, Fang Zheng specifically told the little skeleton to stay at home and watch the house quietly, not to run around, and not to make too much noise, so as not to alarm the next neighbor to be suspicious.

At the same time, she didn't have to go to Zuo qianhu's place to study sculpture tonight. He wasn't home, and no one would pick her up. On Zuo qianhu's side, he would say hello to Mr. Fu in advance.

Fang Zheng has yet to let the outside world know that little skeletons can move normally during the day. It was too big of a deal, and he was worried that something might happen to the little skeleton, so he was careful not to make a big mistake, so even Zuo qianhu, Mr. Fu and other familiar people did not tell.

"I've already installed the chat software on my tablet and registered your account separately. If anything happens, we'll contact on the chat software, okay?" Fang Zheng carefully taught the usage process.

Fortunately, children are generally very receptive.

Although Fang Zheng always thought that the little skeleton should be a very old antique...

At Fang Zheng's various instructions, the little skull nodded hurriedly, indicating that he knew, and two faint lights flashed in his eyes.

Fang Zheng rubbed his chin and looked at the little skeleton in front of him, feeling something was wrong.

"Do you think I'm happy to go out?"

"Do you think I forgot to set my homework today? Do you think I won't have homework today and tomorrow?"

"Are you happy that you don't have to go to an extracurricular class at night?"

"Fortunately, you reminded me that in order to prevent it, I will assign you homework three days in advance. And you don't have to go to Zuo qianhu's extracurricular classes at night. You have more free time in one day. I will increase the amount of homework and check your homework when I come back."

After Fang Zheng finished speaking, the little skeleton was completely stunned, especially the faint light in its eyes. It stopped moving, as if a person's eyes were glazed over and their eyes were dazed.

...

Front door village.

The only way into the village was through an antique wooden wind and rain bridge with a history of more than a hundred years.

The rain and wind bridge looked like a wooden arch bridge, spanning over the pool, but there was a bridge corridor on the bridge for pedestrians to take shelter from the rain and the villagers to have a cool talk. The bridge was quite spectacular, lying on top of the stream, with a drop of about 20 meters. The stream below the bridge was very fast. There were bridges, corridors, three-story towers, and pavilions on the bridge. The original color of the wood did not fall through the wind and rain.

A man died in Front door village not long ago.

A few days ago, Li Zhe, the son of the three families of old li, unexpectedly disappeared. The villagers searched for a few days but could not find him.

A few days later, Li Zhe's body was found. A villager caught Li Zhe, who had been missing for several days, by accident in a river with dense water and grass while casting a net to catch fish.

It turned out that Li Zhe's body was tangled in water and grass, so that the body did not float up.

Later, the police also came and ruled out the possibility of his killing, and the final conclusion was that the suspect accidentally fell into the water.

Such things are not uncommon in the countryside.

Some people also said that there was a powerful water ghost in the water, dragging Li laosan's son down as a scapegoat.

But the strange thing was that Li laosan's son died when he fell into the water, and he was not in a hurry to be buried. Instead, the feudal superstition said that he should prepare for an underworld marriage and not let his son, who was in his twenties, die alone.

But strangely enough, who else would get a ghost marriage these days, and now they are not interested in burial, even the body has been cremated, where can we find the body? But Li laosan didn't know where to find a dead woman.

At night in the countryside, it was very quiet and quiet. Even the occasional barking of a dog did not bring anger, but instead added to the eerie atmosphere under the strange night.

It was still around seven in the evening, and it was just getting dark. Fang Zheng walked in front of the village, but he found that the villagers in this village seemed to have rested very early and could not see anyone at seven.

It was not difficult to find the three families of old li. The three families of old li were almost the same ones who were holding the funeral with bai ling hanging on them.

So Fang Zheng quickly found old li and his family.

This was a typical rural courtyard pattern, with a single door, a white courtyard wall and a red painted iron gate, which was now closed tightly.

Fang Zheng pondered and knocked on the door. When the door opened, he saw the most unexpected person. Fang Zheng was shocked. The person who opened the door was Old god stick!

"Old god stick, are you okay?" Fang Zheng frowned.

"What the hell are you doing? You called for no reason, and now you're standing here."

Not sure if it was because of the dark light at night, half of Old god stick's face was now hidden in the shadows, looking a little gloomy.

But it was Old god stick's face.

At this time, Fang Zheng had time to look around. The house was facing the gate of the courtyard, which was the spirit hall. But there was no coffin in the hall, no man and woman who were married in the underworld, and no relatives of the deceased were guarding the spirit.

There was something odd about it.

Old god stick was the only taoist who guarded the empty spirit hall alone.

"Shh, when you came, did you find someone hiding outside the door peeking into the yard?" Old god stick whispered to Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng shook his head. He did not see anyone hiding outside the door when he came.

When he asked where the owner of the house had gone and why the hall was empty, Old god stick said that tonight was the day of the underworld wedding. The deceased li zhe was having a wedding with the bride. Naturally, there was no need for anyone to guard this hall.

The dead man's bridal chamber... Fang zheng was a little uncomfortable listening to it.

After Old god stick finished speaking to Fang Zheng, she didn't know if it was an illusion or not. Old god stick's mouth was slightly upturned and he was smiling evilly. Old god stick was about to turn around and walk into the hall, but just as Old god stick turned around... The sharp blade stuck out from behind Old god stick and put it against Old god stick's neck. Poof!

The flesh and blood separated, but not a drop of blood flowed out.

Fang Zheng's eyes were cold, "Ghost Painting?"

"I just returned to zhou city not long ago, and the painting Gao family has already targeted me? Is this to be eager to seek revenge on me?"

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