Here Lies The Wicked

Chapter 370 Seventy-two Ghost Doors

The air was filled with a stuffy moisture.

Ever since june, even at night, it was still the same stuffy heat of the day. Even though it had just rained, the stuffy heat was still the same.

Passers-by who were rushing home from work were all in a hurry on the road, ignoring the heels of their shoes and splashing stains on their pants.

At this time, although the rain had stopped, but from time to time, there were still some small raindrops falling, and the whole overhead felt gloomy.

When Fang Zheng came to Old street with Yiyi, and the decadent Hei that had been listless for a few days, it was already past seven in the evening.

Fang Zheng was also worried about the situation at the Hei, which was in decline every day. He was afraid that the stupid cat would never recover and be completely ruined.

So,

Fang Zheng never understood.

What exactly happened to the Hei that day that they had been down for so long?

In the past few days, I haven't even touched yiyun mineral water, which is my favorite.

Fang Zheng looked down at Yiyi, who was holding the Hei tightly in his arms with worry. He was also at a loss to help these two little guys.

He could only hope that Yiyi would spend more time with the Hei to enlighten the cat.

Fang Zheng sometimes felt bad thinking about it. Could this ghost have a mental illness?

Where does it find a ghost psychologist?

"Brother zuo."

"Brother fang."

As soon as Fang Zheng entered the store, he greeted Zuo qianhu.

Then,

Fang Zheng stood still and looked at Zuo qianhu quietly.

??

Zuo qianhu's black face asked, "Anything else?"

"No."

Fang Zheng quickly denied it, then continued to stand still and look at Zuo qianhu.

Zuo qianhu didn't think much about it either. He got up from behind the desk and turned to get Yiyi's little toolbox from the shelf behind him. Feeling the gaze behind him, he turned around again to look at Fang Zheng, who was standing still, "What's the matter?"

Fang Zheng chuckled, "It's okay, it's okay. Brother zuo, you should be busy with your own business."

Zuo qianhu turned around suspiciously, straightened his back, and continued to retrieve the toolbox from the shelf. However...

Zuo qianhu's face darkened as he felt the gaze from behind him. He took off his toolbox and turned to look at Fang Zheng behind him, "Tell me what you need."

Fang Zheng looked innocent, "Oh, it's really nothing. Brother zuo, you are absolutely suspicious. I will never say that today is the day when I go to the underworld to investigate the'disappearing ancient village of the Yellow River' and then deliberately hint to brother zuo if there is something that I forgot to give me, such as the god of death white rising artifact. Or the overlord farewell concubine xiang yu, han family's son ran min, war god Lv Bu, martial saint guan yu..."

Zuo qianhu: ..."

God didn't mean to imply it.

You're making it clear that you're doing well.

This guy is too thick-skinned.

When Fang Zheng first went into the underworld alone, he chose a "White rise" wood carving from Zuo qianhu's shop and a "Devil treading on purgatory" from Yan Chixia's jade shop.

However, when he finished his part-time job and went into the underworld, these two powerful weapons were taken back.

That's why the scene above happened.

Fang Zheng thought that there would be a magical weapon this time around. He thought that Zuo qianhu had forgotten and didn't remember, so he woke up a little.

But it was clear that Fang Zheng was overthinking.

"Li Sishui's body is highly decomposed and has been dead for too long. The spirit world of the deceased is now as fragile as an eggshell that can't withstand much external stimulation. So, it's really not. But you don't have to worry about safety. Mr. Fu has other plans." Zuo qianhu explained as he looked at Fang Zheng, who was as thick-skinned as a city wall, and his mouth twitched.

"..." Fang Zheng

A few minutes later.

When Fang Zheng's figure appeared in the underworld shop, Butcher zhang looked at Fang Zheng who came back from the fake bookstore next door and asked curiously, "Why? You, like your cat, have been infected with decadence?"

"Is decadence contagious?"

Fang Zheng said it was fine. He thanked Butcher zhang for his concern. Of course, he wouldn't admit that he had the cheek to ask Zuo qianhu for the artifact just now.

Today, Butcher zhang stopped eating the braised pork head and was helping Mr. Fu, as if he was arranging something.

Fang Zheng took a curious look at the back hall. The coffin he saw a few days ago was still there. Sure enough, this coffin was prepared for him... No, it's for Li Sishui's body.

Fang Zheng looked at the coffin curiously. Was there really any body tissue or parts from Li Sishui in the coffin?

Curiosity begets curiosity. Fang Zheng didn't go in to add to the confusion.

Just waiting patiently outside.

It turned out that tonight was the day when Fang Zheng went to the underworld to compete for the Blessed Land spot.

When Fang Zheng came to pick up the clothes yesterday, Mr. Fu had specifically told him not to forget.

And the time to go to the yin begins at midnight, when the yin qi is the heaviest.

There's still some time before midnight.

During this period of time, Fang Zheng once again took out his home-made magical machine and went online to find out if there had been any major international events recently.

However, before Fang Zheng started searching, he suddenly noticed that today's students were very lively.

The group seemed to have been discussing the same thing, and the word "Earthquake" appeared. Fang Zheng's eyes were surprised. He didn't seem to have heard of any earthquakes in the country recently.

Just then, a familiar word appeared in the group message, 72 ghost doors.

"72 Ghost doors?!"

Fang Zheng was shocked. Isn't this the tomb guard's lair?

The last time Butcher zhang killed 72 ghost doors for him alone, but Fang Zheng did not know the outcome of the war, and the outside world could not release such news reports.

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng subconsciously turned to look at Butcher zhang, who was busy with Mr. Fu in the back hall, and then he began to keep looking up the chat records.

In about five or six minutes, Fang Zheng flipped through a photo of a classmate traveling.

It was a green mountain, but in the photo, many rocks were blown up and ancient wood was broken. One of the mountains was the most shocking. The hard mountain wall seemed to have been cut by a knife into a long crack that was tens of meters long and nearly 100 meters long.

All the trees and rocks along the way blew up, and the long ravines formed a sharp contrast with the surrounding green mountains and forests.

Here, there are 72 ghost doors.

Fang Zheng also learned all kinds of legends about the 72 gates of death from the student who was traveling.

Strange dead people from ancient times.

The bodies would disappear after entering the 72 gates and would not float out of the water.

And to the modern era, the revival of commercial prosperity.

There was no major accident.

What the students had been discussing just now was this matter. Everyone was discussing whether the cracks that were nearly a hundred meters long, unlike the cracks formed by the normal weathering of nature, had been cut by a knife or not.

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