Chapter 150 An Underworld Marriage

Even if there weren't dozens of Ghost Painting that Fang Zheng had killed,

There were also eight or ten.

So he would never forget the smell on the Ghost Painting.

As early as the first time he saw Old god stick, Fang Zheng had noticed that Old god stick in front of him was not Old god stick himself, but a Human Skin with no flesh and blood but an empty shell.

And when it comes to the people he offended, and the ability to paint, only the paint Gao family.

He killed Shahu, the genius of the Gao family.

Although it was only a Human Skin after Shahu's death, it was also a conflict with the painting of the Gao family.

In an instant, Fang Zheng figured out the clues before and after.

His identity should have been exposed from the start, and since he entered Zhou city, he had been under the surveillance of the cover Gao family.

Perhaps it was to intimidate the Special operations department, which dared not act openly in the city.

So he stayed in the dark like a venomous snake, waiting for its prey to relax or leave its nest.

As a result, it was clear that Old god stick had become an innocent victim.

The cover Gao family used Old god stick to lure him out of Zhou city and set up an ambush in front of the village.

However, he couldn't figure out when he revealed his identity.

Could it be that after killing the Ghost Painting, there would be traces of trace left on the body? Such as breath? Or a special smell?

Fang Zheng cut open the ghost's painted neck with a knife. The neck was separated by two thirds, and the Ghost Painting's head was unable to shrug one side, but it was not dead yet.

Ghost Painting is going to fight back, poof!

The hand knife pierced Ghost Painting's chest from behind. Under the urging of the Ghost Painting, the breath of the rising sun instantly ignited this yin into a human torch, burning with a crackle, and emitting a foul smell of scorching.

The Ghost Painting died out.

These ghosts were now vulnerable to Fang Zheng's attack.

Fang Zheng knew these Ghost Painting, but they were also controlled by human beings. In fact, they were the beasts in the clothes of the Human Skin. He could not find any clues when interrogating these small fishes, so he was too lazy to interrogate them.

Fang Zheng stood still and looked at the Ghost Painting burning to ashes under his feet with a cold light in his eyes.

All he wanted now was for Old god stick to be fine.

Old god stick had suffered an unexpected disaster this time.

"Hmm?"

"Who is it!"

Fang Zheng's physique was strengthened after martial arts training, and his five senses, which he had cultivated, sensed that there was a strange gaze peeping at his back, and immediately turned around with a cold face.

His eyes came from behind, outside the closed gate of the courtyard.

Outside the courtyard, someone was passing through the gap between the two gates. Peeking into the yard.

Whew!

The people outside the courtyard, seeing their whereabouts exposed, immediately turned around to escape.

Fang Zheng thought he was from the Gao family, and he was walking at a tremendous speed with a ghostly dagger in his hand. He climbed over the wall and chased him out.

Almost a second later, when Fang Zheng chased out of the courtyard wall, there was no one outside the courtyard, but he caught a shadow in the corner of his eye and quickly flashed into the courtyard of the villagers opposite old li's three families.

Fang Zheng chased after him with a knife.

This was also a rural residential area with a single house. After Fang Zheng climbed over the wall and entered the yard, there was no one in the yard.

The doors and windows were closed, and there were no signs of being pushed open. It seemed that the master had already rested. It was just an illusion that a figure had flashed away.

Fang Zheng was convinced that it was not his dazzle.

Bang!

At night, Fang Zheng kicked the door open with a strong kick, his eyes showing a fierce intention, and directly entered the house with a knife.

As soon as he kicked the door open, a strong stench of putrid odor, like an old jar of pickled vegetables that had not been opened for a long time, suddenly choked his nose.

Fang Zheng held his breath, but instead of finding any suspicious clues in the room, he found an old man's body, which had been black and smelly for several days, on a bed in the bedroom.

Fang Zheng frowned.

It looked like an old man living alone in an empty nest who suddenly died of illness. No one in the family knew about it, and there seemed to be no doubt about it.

For example, it is often seen in the news that in a city of steel and cement cages, empty nesters who have no children left behind commit suicide due to illness or depression and die at home for a month without anyone knowing.

The scene in front of him seemed to be a foreboding of this sad scene. At first glance, there seemed to be no doubt. However, there is no doubt, it is precisely the biggest doubt.

This was a rural area, not a city that was isolated from human interaction by cold security doors or even lived together for decades without even recognizing its neighbors.

In the countryside, the villagers often scurry through the door, and there is a bustle of human relations. The old people can recognize the names of all the villagers, and even know who lost a dog, who came to relatives, who just died of illness, and within half a day, the whole village can know. But now, there are old people who died at home for many days, the bodies are black and smelly, and no one found that the old man was abnormal, which is the most suspicious point.

Combined with the underworld marriage and the painting Gao family, everything seemed to be shrouded in an unusual and strange shadow.

Fang Zheng's heart sank as he searched around but found nothing new.

He went back to old li's house with a knife.

Fang Zheng walked through the hall, but he didn't meet anyone on the way. When he found the wedding chamber, he finally knew why he didn't meet anyone.

Both Li laosan and his wife were unconscious at the door of their wedding chamber.

Fang Zheng tested their body temperatures. They were warm and alive.

Fang Zheng took a deep breath and his eyes grew colder and colder.

This Front door village is getting weirder and weirder.

First the Ghost Painting, then the peepers outside the door, and then the elderly who had died of illness but had not been discovered by the villagers for a few days. Now even the Li laosan and his wife were unconscious, as if everything had started with this ghost marriage.

Outside the chamber of the underworld marriage, there was a big lock, which should have been locked by Li laosan and his wife.

I don't know if it's to prevent outsiders from entering... Or to prevent anyone from coming out...

Crack!

A knife smashed the big lock on the door, boom!

The red knife slashed through the door, and Fang Zheng's eyes showed a rare ruthlessness. He rushed into the room with his sword in a murderous manner, regardless of what the ghosts were. Whoever tried to stop him from saving people today, he was all chopped up.

It just so happened that he lacked the spirit.

The more ghosts came, the better. They all took advantage of him.

Fang Zheng's eyes were grim. As he rushed into the room, he saw two figures sitting on a wedding bed opposite the door, one on the left and the other on the right.

They were the bride and groom in ancient traditional costumes.

The groom's body was puffy and pale, just in line with his drowning appearance. His eyes were staring at the door, and he would not close his eyes.

The bride was wearing a red hood.

Fang Zheng hesitated, but in the end he did not lift the bride's red veil to look at the bride's exquisite and full figure, not like Old god stick.

At this moment, there happened to be a dressing table next to him. Fang Zheng turned his head and saw that his scalp was numb, and his face immediately changed.

A bride... Lying on his back...

He was carrying a bride behind his back!

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