There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 56: Mingdian

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“People are afraid of three long and two short, do you know what Xiang is most afraid of?”

“Fragrance is most afraid of two short and one long.”

Following the figure at the crossroads, turning around, Fang Zheng can see clearly that this is an elegant middle-aged man with a temperament like a teacher.

In front of the middle-aged man, there is a brass-colored brazier, which is burning yellow paper, paper money, ingots and other objects.

In the middle-aged man’s hands, there are three lighted incense sticks.

It is the kind of incense stick in the temple.

At this time, between the middle-aged man’s ten fingers, three incense sticks were being lit.

The situation and scene in front of you all show that the other party is worshipping the dead souls.

However, the three incense sticks in the middle-aged man’s hands are strangely short at the moment and one long, short on both sides and long in the middle.

Fangzheng noticed the middle-aged man’s gaze. He had been watching the yellow paper glued to the sole of his shoe. Fangzheng quickly tore off the yellow paper and laid it on the ground carefully, apologizing to the dead soul.

This has nothing to do with superstition or not.

It doesn’t matter whether you believe in ghosts or not.

It is a due respect to the deceased, and does not desecrate the deceased.

When Fang Zheng finished all this, he found that the middle-aged man had turned his back to him again, ignored him, and continued to burn paper money and yellow paper in the brazier. After this episode, Fang Zheng couldn’t help but feel a little more favorable towards the senses of this middle-aged man with a temperament like a teacher. He can respect the dead, at least this person is not bad.

There was only one way to go, Fang Zheng had to move on. This time he was a lot more careful, trying his best to avoid the yellow paper and paper money on the ground along the way.

At this moment, another yin wind blew, Fang Zheng’s nose flapped a few times, and his brows suddenly frowned.

It turned out to be the pungent sour smell when the body decayed.

As he got closer to the middle-aged man, the rancid smell gradually became stronger. It was from the direction of the middle-aged man. Fang Zheng remained silent. When he passed by the middle-aged man cautiously, he saw that there was a complete line in Fang Zheng’s eyes. The deep and secluded glow that did not match his age and temperament flashed past, and Fang Zheng’s face changed drastically.

The corpse!

In the middle-aged man, he saw a soaring, thick corpse air and death air!

Huh?

No!

Fangzheng observed carefully, but he saw a glimmer of life from the opponent. Amidst the black and dead air, there was another living Yang Qi that was hidden to the depths.

Death to the living?

The dead rob the sun?

Fang Zheng was vigilant, and began to search his mind about the latest charge, a lot of knowledge about this.

At this time, Fang Zheng discovered that the three incense sticks in the middle-aged man’s hands had changed from two short and one long to flush again. It was really peculiar, and Fang Zheng was surprised.

“Mr. Fu, you pretended to be fooled and scared ordinary people in the middle of the night.”

A voice sounded, huh? Fang Zheng was startled, this voice… seemed familiar, and he subconsciously followed the prestige.

At this time, Founder noticed that at the intersection of his blind spot, there was a shop that was only open at night, and the shop was brightly lit.

A few steps forward slightly, Fang Zheng finally saw the owner who had a familiar voice… Butcher Zhang, who was serving a dish of pig’s ears!

Founder was taken aback.

Not only was Fang Zheng dumbfounded, even Butcher Zhang, who was about to take a sip of wine, was also dumbfounded.

But Butcher Zhang was the first to react.

I saw him quickly recover to that plain expression. After drinking the wine in the glass, he calmly said: “My ghost knife is still easy to use.”

Fang Zheng is not allowed to refute at all, because Zhang Tufu’s gaze has been directly towards Fang Zheng’s waist.

Under the cover of the jacket behind Fang Zheng, there is a scabbard pinned there.

Fang Zheng immediately changed his face.

Damn! His scalp was a little numb, and he couldn’t help but complain. Is Tufu Zhang unintentional? Or did he see something?

Fang Zheng stood on the spot, his mind turned quickly, thinking about how to respond next, it seemed the most natural. At this moment, the corpse of the middle-aged man who had been squatting at the intersection and burning paper money was so angry that he was Mr. Fu. , Has got up and walked back to the shop.

“Since I am a friend of Butcher Zhang, come in and sit down.”

After Mr. Fu passed by Fang Zheng, he walked into the store directly by himself.

At this time, Fang Zheng noticed that from the first glance, Mr. Fu, who has the temperament of a teacher and Zhang Tufu’s mouth, has always been holding a dead face with no expression from beginning to end.

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng suddenly felt a little painful inexplicably.

Butcher Zhang’s indifference.

Mr. Fu’s dead face, expressionless.

Sure enough, things gather together.

Fangzheng didn’t know what he was thinking, he suddenly smiled openly, and saw him walk into the store openly and sit down directly beside Zhang Tufu.

“The ghost knife is easy to use. The only regret is that it is too short. Sometimes it is too short to cut.” Fang Zheng picked up another pair of clean chopsticks, took a mouthful of pork ears and put it into his mouth. Chew inside, and then compliment it. It tastes great.

Be generous and generous.

There is no hypocrisy, and there is no fear.

Tufu Zhang glanced at Fang Zheng and actually took the initiative to pour a glass of wine for Fang Zheng.

Some people say that the wine table culture is the most difficult to figure out. It can easily turn the brothers against each other, and it can also make two strangers become a year-end friendship at once.

It depends on whether your wine can enter the other’s eyes.

Fangzheng was not hypocritical, and drank it refreshingly.

At this time, Fang Zheng also took the opportunity to look at the situation in the store. This is a Ming shop in the old street, which specializes in selling funeral items, such as paper money, yellow paper, shrouds, incense candles and ingots.

The only thing I didn’t see was the paper tie.

However, Fang Zheng’s gaze rests more on Mr. Fu. What is going on with those lifeless and corpse auras?

Always puzzled him.

This Mr. Butcher Zhang’s friend, Mr. Fu, is he dead? Or is it a living person?

The Ming shop is divided into the front hall for doing business and the back hall for storing goods. Since Mr. Fu entered the shop, he has been in the back hall.

“Are you curious?” Zhang Tufu looked at Fang Zheng calmly, not knowing whether it meant anything else.

“Come with me.”

Tufu Zhang got up and walked to the back hall.

Fangzheng hesitated, but followed.

As soon as he entered the back hall, Fang Zheng discovered that the temperature in the back hall was significantly lower than that in the front hall, and then he saw three coffins lined up in the back hall.

Founder was surprised.

Cremation is popular nowadays, and the country has long banned burials. Coffins are no longer seen in cities, and coffin shops have been diverted. The only chance people can see the coffin is the ice coffin rented from the funeral home. Of course, some burials are still visible in some rural areas where legal awareness is still weak. Unexpectedly, there are three coffins in this Ming shop in Zhoushi.

Fang Zheng was bold enough. He looked into the coffin. It was not an empty coffin. There was a female corpse lying on each.

I saw that Mr. Fu was busy before, and he was mortifying the three female corpses. At this time, the makeup was put on, but Fang Zheng’s brows still couldn’t help but frowned, and the way he died was a bit miserable.

“There is a place at night, there will be a lively scene, are you interested in going there together?”

Tufu Zhang is what the other party is talking about.

“Mr. Fu, me, you, three people together.”