Here Lies The Wicked

Chapter 120 An Unsolved Game?

When Fang Zheng reopened the store,

Zuo qianhu, the owner of the jade store, and the little skeleton were all standing outside the store.

Seeing Fang Zheng come out unharmed, it was obvious that Zuo qianhu and the owner of the jade store had a slightly relieved look of worry in their eyes.

The little skeleton's eyes sparkled, and it seemed to be a little confused as well. It ran up immediately and hugged Fang Zheng's leg.

Fang Zheng patted the skull on the head with a gentle smile.

"Brother zuo, brother yan, thank you for your service." Fang Zheng nodded to the two of them with a tired look on his face.

Hiss!

Zuo qianhu felt an ache in the back of his teeth.

The more he regretted that little joke.

Seeing that Fang Zheng was talking to an old man who was old enough to be a grandfather, he called him brother yan one by one. The more he called him brother, the more comfortable he was. There was absolutely no taboo. Fang Zheng's thick skin made him regret it.

Originally, the atmosphere was a little tense because of Fang Zheng's safety. Because of Fang Zheng's shameless sentence, brother yan, the atmosphere immediately eased a little.

The owner of the jade shop, a tall old man, had no unusual expression on his face.

The old man had a good attitude and seemed to be straightforward.

Then, Fang Zheng began to tell Zuo qianhu and "Yan Chixia," the owner of the jade shop, about the whole process of going shady.

Of course, it was the process of concealing spiritual martial arts.

When it came to the final counterattack against the scarecrow card, Fang Zheng claimed to be a person with strong and fearless willpower and charm, coupled with reciting the "Red book," which was the only way to keep his mind calm and not overturn the boat in the gutter.

As for whether Zuo qianhu and the owner of the jade store believe it or not, they didn't even lift their eyelids, and their faces were calm. Obviously, the answer was obvious.

When he finished talking about the whole process of leaving the underworld, Fang Zheng also sang the praises of the red book several times.

At this time, the little skeleton, who had only been watching the video of the early education for a few days, could not understand the complicated language. She had already run to the counter and sat down without a heart. She continued to hold the tablet that Fang Zheng bought in college and watched the domestic cartoons happily.

Fang Zheng suddenly felt that his management of the little skull was too relaxed.

How can a child be addicted to cartoons? It should be academic!

The little skeleton suddenly felt an inexplicable chill and quickly turned around to look around. The two faint lights in his eyes flashed, as if he were at a loss.

Seeing that the chill had quickly disappeared, the little skull continued to watch the domestic cartoon with great interest.

"Brother zuo, brother yan, just as I went to kill the scarecrow's evil spirit, a question arose in my heart. I wonder if I could ask brother zuo and brother yan today to help me solve my confusion?" Fang Zheng looked straight at Zuo qianhu and the owner of the jade shop in front of him.

Brother yan?

Where's the face?

Zuo qianhu had a headache about Fang Zheng's title, but he didn't object to it. He couldn't say anything. He just felt a little headache and asked curiously, "What's the problem?"

Fang Zheng frowned and pondered over his words before slowly asking, "Like Bloody Marie, Bixian, dish immortals, psychic divination and so on, some of them were already popular in the song dynasty, thousands of years away from modern times, even if the time was short, some of them were hundreds of years away..."

"If these psychic games were really so evil, they would spread all over the world... In that case, it's impossible that these Evil spirits have never been killed before, right?"

"On the contrary, these psychic games, the change of dynasties, the cycle of history, the decline and disappearance of hundreds of years of civilization, but only these psychic games from the beginning to the end, from ancient times to modern times."

Fang Zheng hesitated for a moment, "It seems... A little illogical."

"Today, even an ordinary person like me just killed a Evil spirits. So in history, there should have been more people who killed evil spirits, but now it's the fact that these Evil spirits have always existed safely... I sometimes wonder if these are immortal or not? Have I killed evil spirits today?"

An immortal Evil spirits?

Every time Fang Zheng thought of this conjecture, his scalp felt a little numb.

It seemed a little surprising that Fang Zheng had asked such a deep and tricky question. Zuo qianhu and the owner of the jade shop were obviously surprised, then looked at the young man in front of them with interest.

While the other awakened ones did not even dare to kill a ghost, or their eyes were still fixed on an ordinary ghost, the interesting young man in front of them, however, had a different vision from the ordinary people and was already looking ahead to the anomaly of the psychic game.

This vision was already higher than the average person by more than one or two grades.

This little guy is getting more and more interesting...

"There is an old saying that ghosts are born out of fear. Have you ever heard of it?" Zuo qianhu looked at Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng nodded thoughtfully.

"If a person's inner fear will lead to a ghost, then will a hundred people's inner fear lead to a hundred ghosts?"

"And if the one hundred people are afraid of the same ghost, will there be one hundred identical ghosts?"

The more Zuo qianhu spoke, the more serious he looked.

Hearing this, Fang Zheng's face suddenly changed. He had some idea what Zuo qianhu was going to say next.

"Of course, this is just a simple example. Ghosts will not appear so easily." Zuo qianhu said.

"These psychic games have never been recorded in history when and how they first appeared. They seem to have appeared in mysterious, strange, and special ways from the beginning. Over the centuries, these Evil spirits have been exterminated more than once, but each time they are exterminated, they are all split spirits. They have never been exterminated before, and they will soon come back to life."

"Does it feel very strange? Does it feel like these Evil spirits are already immortal? Indeed, these Evil spirits are indeed immortal for the time being."

"Every psychic game only summons Evil spirits avatars. As long as there is fear, there will be these Evil spirits avatars everywhere. Evil spirits like Bloody Marie and Bixian have not only been exterminated ten or a hundred times, even the psychic scarecrow you just killed has also been killed more than the first time, but no one has ever been able to find the identity of these Evil spirits."

Fang Zheng gasped.

What does that mean? It's like you don't know what to do at the beginning?

...

The conversation with Zuo qianhu made Fang Zheng feel more and more strange and mysterious in this world.

He was even more afraid of slacking off.

So when dawn came, Fang Zheng brought the little skeleton back to the neighborhood and told him not to disturb his sleep. Fang Zheng immediately locked himself in the bedroom alone and took out the Human Skin scripture in his arms.

It was only then that he had time to check the Human Skin scriptures. The distinctive gray aura of the underworld had finally been swallowed up by the Human Skin scriptures. U

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