Five minutes later...
The jade pendant in Fang Zheng's hand turned as black as a poisonous jade.
At this moment, the jade pendant was held in his hand, and it was cold to the bone. With his current physique after practicing martial arts, he could still feel the cold and sharp pain coming from his fingertips. It was conceivable that the concentration of yin qi in this poisonous jade had accumulated to a terrible degree.
With a click, the jade pendant broke into pieces.
Fang Zheng immediately looked in the mirror and saw a pair of beautiful white hands on his shoulders. A bride in a phoenix robe and a red hood was lying motionless on his back, haunted and panicked.
Sure enough, there was only five minutes of freedom...
"Mr. Fu, I'm sorry to ruin one of your jade pendants. How much is this jade pendant worth? Let me buy it from Mr. Fu." Although Fang Zheng was depressed, he could not let Mr. Fu suffer for nothing.
As the old saying goes, brothers have to settle accounts.
Fang Zheng's way of getting along with his friends had always been that money belongs to money and friendship belongs to friendship. The two things had to be separated. We can't just take advantage of our friends because of our friendship. That's not friendship, that's "Social friend," because of society, society.
The closer we get to each other, the more we have to settle the score.
He couldn't let Mr. Fu help, and he had to make Mr. Fu lose money again.
Mr. Fu: "Oh, this is an ordinary jade pendant on the market. It's probably worth about three or four thousand..."
Before Mr. Fu could finish speaking, Fang Zheng immediately took out his domestic smart machine: "Support wechat transfer? Or alipay transfer?"
Mr. Fu looked up at Fang Zheng and said the second half of the sentence, "This jade pendant belongs to the man in the coffin. Give it to him if you want it."
Fang Zheng's heart stirred. The person in this coffin should be the unlucky person who met the ghost on qingming day, as Mr. Fu said before.
Fang Zheng: "Does he have any family? I can give the money to his parents."
However, he found out that the other party was alone, and Mr. Fu was still the expressionless face of a dead man. He said, "If you really mean it, burn him more candles, and then donate the money to society in his name, which is to accumulate some Yin de for him."
Fang Zheng thought that if there was a Yin de in this world, based on the fact that this man had eaten more than 20 corpses raw while he was alive, it was estimated that some of the Yin de would have been wiped out long ago.
However, the thought of thousands of jade on the market only lasted a few minutes, and the cost of freedom was suffocating.
"Mr. Fu, is there really no way to eradicate this curse on my back?" Fang Zheng regained his composure and asked about business. It was a matter of life.
Mr. Fu, you once said that the source of this curse came from a downfall 13 years ago. Then Mr. Fu said that the cursed antiques that were poured out fell into the hands of seven people and were completely revived a month ago. That night, all seven people were killed. Am I the eighth cursed person to be killed by these people?"
Mr. Fu glanced at Fang Zheng, "No, you're the ninth."
Fang Zheng perked up and couldn't wait to ask if there was still a survivor.
Is there anything special about this survivor?
Mr. Fu: "As long as you can reach the level that night travel makes, you will be able to resist the curse explosion when the next spiritual recovery comes."
"Night tour envoy?" Fang Zheng's eyes were pensive.
This was the second time he had heard the term.
The first time was on the night he killed Operator, and this night traveler should be the next level of god's hiding?
Mr. Fu seemed to see the confusion in Fang Zheng's eyes, and an expressionless dead face continued, "If you can kill a hundred-year-old ghost directly by yourself, you can reach the level of a night traveler."
Fang Zheng was surprised.
The level of the night tour envoy was really high.
He wanted someone to kill a hundred-year-old ghost on his own!
He thought about the experience in Gujing village... That hundred-year-old female ghost, for the first time, let him taste that no cry or cry was useful. Being pressed to the ground and rubbed against it was a complete state of oppression without any resistance.
No wonder he didn't have any resistance.
It turned out that he was a newbie in xinshou village.
"And become a night travel envoy and become a Yin si member." When the word" Yin si" was mentioned, Mr. Fu, Butcher zhang and Zuo qianhu in the Yin si suddenly looked solemn.
Yin si?
Fang Zheng scratched his head. His brain cells were so active that he felt an itch on his scalp.
He thought of the two zombie ghosts that he encountered at the beginning of the spiritual recovery... He once asked two bodies how they would be able to ward off evil spirits if they were accidentally entangled with ghosts, but the two bodies mentioned the word "Yin si."
Yin si, the mythical underworld.
The Yin si was in charge of the underworld order.
He had also looked up information about Yin si on the internet. There were ghosts in the Yin si who were responsible for capturing and managing wandering ghosts in the underworld. They were ghost king, day travel, night travel, impermanence, cow's head, horse's face, leopard's tail, bird's mouth, fish gill, wasp. They were also called the ten most handsome ghosts in the myth.
In addition, there are also the department of justice, the department of punishment, the department of inspection, the department of justice, the four major judges...
These are all mythical Yin si ghost jobs.
From the mouth of two corpses, we know that the word Yin si, does it mean that the popular myth of the Yin si, is not without a target, but there is actual evidence?
But as the Butcher zhang of the system, he clearly said... There is no underworld in this world, it is just a folk feudalistic superstition.
Now, Mr. Fu, who was also in the system, heard the word Yin si...
Is the system behind Mr. Fu, Butcher zhang, and Zuo qianhu from the Yin si?
Fang Zheng did not shy away and asked the question directly.
"Mr. Fu, I remember Butcher zhang once told me that there is no hell in this world. What kind of existence is the Yin si that Mr. Fu mentioned?" Fang Zheng asked the question generously.
For the first time, Mr. Fu said solemnly, "Remember, if there are no ghosts and gods in your heart, you can be fearless of them, and you can stand on your back like a dragon and slaughter them."
"All ghosts and gods are created in this world because you have ghosts and gods in your heart. If there are no ghosts and gods in your heart, there will be no ghosts and gods in this world."
Fang Zheng's half-understood gaze was deep in thought. He had a vague idea of what Mr. Fu meant by this conversation.
Mr. Fu's system called itself the Yin si.
Replacing myth,
This was to force all the ghosts and monsters in the world down from their positions.
Everyone believes in themselves,
Only then can a man win the day.
And this, we must first remove the feudal superstition left by the ancients from the folk thought and spirit level.
"Mr. Fu, is there any distinction or test method for night travelers?"
"Do you really have to find a hundred-year-old ghost, fight with real knives and guns, kill a hundred-year-old ghost to know if you have reached the level of a night travel envoy? If you are not strong enough, you will lose your life in vain."
At this moment, Fang Zheng was thinking, how far is he from the level of the night traveler? U
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