Chapter 389 Signal

"Before I answer your question, why should I believe that you are not a trick made by a ghost?"

"There must be something wrong with the obvious flaw on the ghost, but you didn't do it."

Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, but in the eyes of outsiders, it was a dark demon ape with a god-hate face.

Zhang ze was somewhat intimidated by the aura of this god-hate Demon ape in front of him, as if he was not a Demon ape, but the one who dared not face up to everyone in their hearts. He made a big fuss, escaped the shackles, and turned into a ferocious spirit staring at him, which made him lose his mind for a moment and step back subconsciously.

"Oh no!" As soon as he stepped back, Zhang Ze's face changed. His retreat made him feel guilty.

Zhang zexin's hair was bitter. This misunderstanding was big and trouble was big. Fang Zheng wouldn't mistake him for a ghost and break his neck violently like the two villagers in front of him, would he?

Brother Hou, you'd better return our Leek no. 4 to us.

Although Leek no. 4 was unreliable,

But at least Leek no. 4 looked a lot nicer and friendlier.

Facing the dark-skinned Brother Hou, I can't stand ya li!

"Sure enough, there's a problem." The Demon ape's arms were covered in a white mist, and there were two bloodshot spots in their eyes, which throbbed ferociously.

"Monkey, Brother Hou, no, it's Fang Zheng. If I say things aren't what you think they are, do you believe me?" Zhang ze was anxious to explain.

Fang Zheng: "I can trust you too."

Zhang ze was delighted.

Fang Zheng: "But! Let's start with a code."

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Confused.

When did they get a signal for this operation?

Why didn't he know?

Zhang Ze was confused and confused by the black man's question mark face. Did they leave a false yin?

Was it a fake mission?

"Prosperity, democracy, civilization, freedom... You can recite the last few points of the core values of socialism. If you can recite the core values of socialism completely, I will believe you." Fang Zheng looked at Zhang Ze warily and said seriously with a serious face.

Although everyone had a green patch on their heads, it was the most obvious sign of their own people.

But Fang Zheng, out of seriousness, felt that it was necessary to check his identity again.

Zhang Ze: ..."

Zhang Ze almost wanted to vomit blood.

Have you ever seen a living person recite the core values of socialism in the spirit world of the dead?

Sure enough, the Brother Hou in front of him was Fang Zheng, Fang Zheng's imposing manner that no one could learn from.

Zhang Ze's strong desire for survival began to make him think hard about what was behind the core values of socialism.

"Patriotism, honesty, friendliness... Equality, legal system, justice..."

"Harmony!"

Zhang ze was sweating profusely. Finally, he finished his sentence and looked at Fang Zheng expectantly. Is that all? God is pitiful, who can recite the core values of socialism? He has to thank the university. Once he enters the university, it is the core values of socialism.

"No, you missed a little." Fang Zheng's serious face fell into Zhang Ze's eyes as the ape stared at his neck, as if it were about to break his neck in the next second.

Hat?!

If he was not afraid that he would not be able to beat Brother Hou, zhang ze would have felt the urge to hit someone.

Zhang ze was sweating from the thought.

"Dedicated!" Zhang Ze finally made up for the last point.

"As expected, they are the people of socialism." Fang Zheng finally let down his guard.

Zhang ze's face was filled with tears.

Then, Fang Zheng explained the situation.

It turned out that he was lying in the middle of the body as Mother zhang had told him, closing his eyes to wait for the so-called "Going to the shade," but not long after he closed his eyes, he realized that something was wrong with the movement in the hall, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he found that there was a strange thick fog around him.

Turning around, Zhao Yongda's body disappeared, but the bride's body was still tied to the bed.

Sensing that something was wrong, he stood up and began to slowly grope in the hall and courtyard, looking for the way to the gate.

Then, it was the scene that zhang ze saw later. When Fang Zheng touched the back of the courtyard wall, he heard the movement outside and listened to the conversation between Zhang Ze and the villagers. He was worried that zhang ze would be in danger, so he decided to take action. Although they are competitors, tonight is not the time for disagreements. And Zhang Ze's presence here meant that the trio had also discovered a strange white fog situation and had only fallen into the thick fog when they came to look for him.

After explaining, Fang Zheng asked Zhang Ze what he was thinking about, why the two villagers' ghosts were so obvious, why he didn't do anything, and why he let the ghosts get so close.

Zhang ze used his dry cough to cover up his embarrassment and replied: "At that time, I also noticed that there was something wrong with those two villagers. Why did they suddenly notice us? They didn't leave a message to us before, and they didn't approach us on their own initiative. However, in this strange fog, they suddenly noticed us. Not only did they take the initiative to speak, they also took the initiative to approach us."

"You can tell there's something wrong with it. Why are you still standing there like a fool and giving people the experience of being a wooden stake?" Fang Zheng wondered if this guy had a brain problem, right?

"I was afraid that if my guess was wrong, if I killed the wrong villagers, Li Sishui's memory would be unstable." Zhang Ze excused himself.

Fang Zheng looked at Zhang Ze speechlessly, "Tell me honestly, how many times have you killed a ghost so far? Alone."

"16." Zhang ze took it for granted.

It seemed that this result was already very proud of him.

However, it was Fang Zheng who nodded in return, "As expected, there is no actual combat experience."

Zhang Ze was not convinced. What did he mean by no actual combat experience? "Sixteen are already good!"

"This is the early stage of the spirit recovery. Everyone is fighting against the clock to cultivate and win at the starting line. Who will waste their precious early stages of development on meaningless battles? I don't believe that except for the national battles, who will take the initiative to find the ghosts and hit them like moths to the fire."

"After all, combat experience can be nurtured slowly in the future, and the key is to quickly accumulate cultivation in the early stages."

Fang Zheng curled his lips.

"Remember, there are some valuable life and death fighting experiences that can't be cultivated by later cultivation. When your strength comes up, the enemies you meet will also be experts, and fighting between masters is often a deadly move. As for those with low strength, there is no practical significance."

Zhang Ze was not convinced and continued to explain, "Of course, we understand this principle, but the main idea now is that everyone should work hard at the beginning, surpass others at the starting point, and slowly cultivate after actual combat experience."

"It sounds like you're a cow. How many ghosts have you killed?"

Fang Zheng turned to look for the other two, leaving only a simple sentence: "Not a thousand, there are also three or four hundred."

Damn it!

"Are you sure you are the same as us, the awakened folk?"

"It's less than four months since the ghost has recovered!"

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