Here Lies The Wicked

Chapter 164 Bottom of the Well

Spirit + 1.

The ghosts were ground to pieces in the light of a knife, and they were too weak for Fang Zheng.

As the ghosts were cut off, the raging flames around them disappeared, the blood and bodies on the bed disappeared, and Fang Zheng found himself still standing in front of the frame on the wall.

The man was still in the abandoned cabin, and the flashlight of his cell phone was emitting a blinding white light.

The third photo frame on the wall had been chopped into pieces by him.

Fang Zheng looked at the remaining two frames, his eyes reflecting.

It was not known if it was a coincidence that only one of the 12 people in the frame had escaped from the haunted house. He had killed 11 people before, and only one of them survived.

And that man was Ping Si.

Fang Zheng could even guess who the person who finally escaped from the haunted house on that strange night decades ago should be the man named Ping Si.

Because the noise that Fang Zheng heard outside the cabin was all in dialect that he could not understand.

If Ping Si had died in this cabin, he would have heard Ping Si's voice. Ping Si spoke in Zhou city dialect, so he should have understood and guessed correctly.

So, with a guess in his heart, Fang Zheng had already guessed nine times out of ten.

It's weird.

The strange night of decades ago was repeated decades later.

Even the ending was the same. In the end, the only man left was Ping Si.

The more Fang Zheng thought about it, the more he felt about it.

"If my guess is right, then the old man's body found in Front door village should be this man named Ping Si..."

Fang Zheng's eyes were pensive. Perhaps when he returned to Front door village, he could find out the identity of the old man's body.

Just as Fang Zheng was lost in thought, the corner of his eye swept to the ground, huh?

Fang Zheng looked surprised.

It was a ghost coin.

It was not the tens of billions or hundreds of billions of dollars of netherworld coins that were burned from the sun to the underworld, but Yin de netherworld coins.

Fang Zheng had not been able to understand how true or false these ancient legends were about the netherworld currency and the Yin de qian.

Could there really be hell in this world?

However, as a member of the system, Butcher zhang had clearly told him that the so-called underworld was just a superstition among the people, and there was no underworld in this world.

But the underworld doesn't exist, so what about these coins?

Fang Zheng picked up the coins on the ground, a total of eleven... No, it's twelve pieces of hades.

Fang Zheng glanced at the picture frame with Ping Si's photo on the wall and thought through his eyes. There were twelve pieces of netherworld currency. No doubt, he had already experienced what Fang Zheng had expected.

The old man who died in Front door village should be Ping Si.

Perhaps because of a certain obsession, the old man lived the rest of his life in some kind of self-reproach, perhaps because he failed to save others decades ago. That's why he spent the rest of his life digging a secret tunnel under his own dry well and then returning to Black blind forest every once in a while to mourn his old friend. The figure who had been lying outside the three doors of old li's house was probably Ping Si, who had died of illness for several days.

Of course, these were only Fang Zheng's conjectures based on the underworld coins, the dry well and the secret passageway.

Perhaps, the figure lying outside the three doors of old li's house was not Ping Si...

Fang Zheng looked down at the twelve pieces of hades in his hand. Since there was no underworld in this world, these hades could not be burned to the underworld, but their existence was reasonable.

Since the underworld does not exist, it proves that the future use of these hades may be even more extraordinary.

The underworld was also known as the Yin de qian.

It's a Yin de carrier.

Whether it was in the folk concept, taoist records, or buddhist system, Yin de has long been one of the deeply rooted and important inheritances.

The old saying goes through thousands of years of civilization and has been popular ever since.

There were all sorts of signs that Yin de carriers like the netherworld currency might be something of great value.

He already had nine pieces of hades.

With today's twelve pieces of hades, he already had twenty-one pieces of hades.

Fang Zheng also wanted to ask Butcher zhang or Mr. Fu about the various doubts about the underworld coin. Both of them were members of the system. They must know a lot of secret and ancient legends and mysteries. These were information that ordinary people outside the world could not access on the internet.

But there were so many secrets in him that it was hard for him to reveal himself.

Although Butcher zhang and Mr. Fu might already know some of his secrets, otherwise they wouldn't have let him take care of the Underworld shop and let him go. The answer was obvious. Butcher zhang and Mr. Fu must have known that he was different from ordinary people.

However, Fang Zheng did not know exactly how far he had gotten his information. So all he could do was to keep a low profile, try not to jump off too much, and try to reduce the number of times he entered the eyes of Butcher zhang and Mr. Fu.

Fang Zheng regained his composure and left the haunted house.

The only pity was that the man who had entered the haunted house by mistake tonight could not be rescued in time.

A cold light flashed in Fang Zheng's eyes.

Boom!

A thick waterfall of red hair, the Nine yang true qi's knife breath, exploded the wooden houses in the forest, turned into a raging fire and collapsed into ruins.

About ten minutes later, Fang Zheng appeared in another part of Black blind forest.

It was exactly according to the route of digging the well in the memory picture that they found this place.

In the dark of the mountains and forests, it was as dark as death, curse, loneliness, wailing, and despair.

Walking on the edge of the real world and the evil world, the eyes touch the horror and darkness, just like a person's Hei house, there is no way out of the shadow.

But all this had no effect on the other party.

Three points for people to be afraid of ghosts, seven points for ghosts to be afraid of people.

At this moment, Fang Zheng was full of vigor and blood. He was not afraid of ghosts, but ghosts should be afraid of him.

Fang Zheng quickly found the buried well that had collapsed decades ago. However, when Fang Zheng found the location, his eyes froze and he immediately looked around vigilantly.

The buried well that collapsed back then was actually dug up.

Moreover, the soil was still very fresh, and it had only been dug up for a few days.

Fang Zheng's muscles tightened and he clenched the Ghost head knife in his hand, ready to pounce at any time. He was alert to the surroundings and listened attentively to any wind and grass around him for five minutes, ten minutes... The surroundings were safe and there was no suspicious movement.

Fang Zheng was convinced that there was no one around.

Fang Zheng came to the side of the well, and the flashlight shone down the well. The well was very deep, and the flashlight could not illuminate the scene below the well. Fang Zheng pondered for a moment. He stood beside the well and did not feel the smell of ghosts. Then he used the Ghost head knife as a point of help on the wall and went down the well.

The cold air in the mine was oppressive, and the damp and cold air was very heavy.

But when they went down to the bottom of the well, there was no water.

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