Chapter 622 Memory

As the boss of Pandu and Linghu Yong, Zhao Xingguo is naturally very capable. His biggest reliance, and also his biggest secret, is the door he carries. Read

Like Linghu Yong, he is also a disciple.

But the ability of the door in his body is special. It cannot act directly on himself, but can imprison the doors of other disciples, even ghosts, making their abilities temporarily ineffective.

The premise is that you must touch the other party.

Touch the entity of the other party.

Now he stared at the straw man in his hand, and a touch of relief appeared on his face covered with cold sweat. Everything was over.

After realizing that he was being targeted by the ghost, Zhao Xingguo never thought about just getting out of trouble. What he wanted was to find the entity of the ghost as soon as possible and then restrict it.

Only in this way can Pandu and Linghu Yong have a chance to survive.

So, he has been following the ghost's design, always forbearing, just waiting for the last chance, the chance to kill with one blow!

Fortunately, he finally waited.

At the last moment, he determined the location of the ghost, and then immediately took action to restrict it.

According to his idea, this was also a dream arranged by the ghost. After the ghost was restricted, the dream ended.

This was indeed the case. The door and the road that had disappeared appeared. The door was wide open, and there was cold moonlight outside.

Chen Qiang was not interested. Pan Du and Linghu Yong's bodies should have been taken back to the police station by the police, so his next step was to take the ghost's entity to the police station.

Without further ado, he held the straw man in his hand and did not dare to relax for a moment. He turned and walked outside. After passing the straw man hanging above his head, he pulled it open.

He stopped abruptly after walking a few steps. Then, as if he suddenly realized something, his body trembled uncontrollably.

He just pulled away the straw men that were in the way. He couldn't remember the exact number, but there were always three or four, but

He raised his head. There was still a distance between him and the door, and in front of him, there were still a few straw men hanging.

Perhaps due to the light, only black outlines remained. He counted them one by one, "1, 2, 4, 5!"

Five straw men!

Not one was missing. Zhao Xingguo's head buzzed. What was that he had just pulled apart? !

His throat rolled, and he turned his stiff neck and slowly turned his head. Just behind his head, a few centimeters away from the tip of his nose, a corpse straw man swayed slightly.

What made Zhao Xingguo even more desperate was that the corpse straw man was wearing a pair of red embroidered shoes, which were very dazzling in the dim darkness.

They had checked before, and all the corpse straw men were not wearing shoes, only the corresponding clothes.

He raised his head tremblingly, and faced a twisted and weird smiling face, staring down at himself.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and his mouth opened at an incredible angle. It was pitch black inside, like a black hole that swallowed everything, "Hehe, Zhao Xingguo!"

"Ah! Ah!!"

After a moment of screaming, everything returned to silence.

"Zhao Xingguo he..." In the room of the inn, several people gathered together. Huai Yi couldn't tell whether it was regret or fear in his eyes.

Fu Fu sat on the bunk bed, gulping down water. Jiang Cheng sat at the table, holding a rough tea bowl in his hand and sipped lightly.

"Zhao Xingguo he's dead." Putting down the tea bowl, Jiang Cheng answered in an unquestionable tone.

The fat man looked very cautious, his chubby face squeezed into a ball, and he asked in a very serious voice: "Did you see his body?"

"I didn't see the body, but I saw his portrait." Fu Fu's voice came from another direction, "It's placed next to the portraits of Mr. Feng and Mrs. Feng. Do you want to go and see it?"

Just as they were about to leave, they suddenly saw two more black and white photos next to Mr. Feng's portrait.

One was of Zhao Xingguo, and the other was of the young man who let them into the Feng Mansion.

It was precisely because of the appearance of another photo that Jiang Cheng and his friends immediately gave up the plan to meet the young man at the gate.

The matter is very clear. The young man is dead, just like Pan Du and Linghu Yong. The man who appeared before is a ghost.

Hearing this, the fat man sighed and said, "What a pity. Not only did we not find anything, but we also lost another teammate."

Now, including the imprisoned Luo He, they have lost 5 teammates one after another.

Pan Du, Linghu Yong, Chen Qiang, and Zhao Xingguo.

Of the original three teams, one team has been wiped out.

"You didn't see the photos of the others?" Huai Yi glanced to one side, as if pointing to something.

The kettle in Fu Fu's hand hit the wooden board at the edge of the bunk with a "bang", and water splashed out. "Damn it, you can't die even if you die!" Fu Fu cursed.

Since returning from the fight, Fu Fu's temper has become more and more irritable. Before, everyone could tolerate it, but now, it is really a bit too much.

Huai Yi is not without temper, but he has changed a lot after meeting Jiang Cheng.

But being ordered around by a little girl one after another, even the best temper could not bear it.

As soon as the blood was in his head, the previous fear of Luo He and the night watchman was thrown behind his head, "Who are you talking about?!" Huai Yi slammed the table and pointed at Fu Fu and shouted.

"I'm talking about you! What's wrong?!" Unexpectedly, Fu Fu stood up in an instant and shouted louder than him.

"What are you talking about? Calm down, calm down." Pi Ruan rushed over to smooth things over. In the end, it was the fat man Pi Ruan who persuaded one by one, and the scene finally calmed down.

During this process, Jiang Cheng did not interrupt or express his opinion, because another thing attracted his attention.

It had nothing to do with ghosts.

It was Fu Fu.

Although he was in the nightclub, Jiang Cheng always thought that his main job was a psychologist. Based on his many years of medical experience, Fu Fu's personality was very strange.

She seemed to have a bad temper, often got angry for a little thing, behaved rudely, and cursed at people, but Jiang Cheng always had a feeling that she didn't want to be like this deep in her heart, but something was interfering with her, forcing her to do so.

If she couldn't vent her anger in time, it would accumulate in her body and cause terrible consequences.

"Terrible" Jiang Cheng frowned immediately as if he realized it afterward, "Why do I feel terrible?"

"Why do you think she was forced and her bad temper was not her intention?"

"Also, why is it certain that something is interfering with her?"

In Jiang Cheng's memory, he had never seen Fu Fu, let alone know anything about her, but subconsciously, the deep brain had already made an analysis in advance and gave the result.

After coming to this world, some strange and even absurd images would occasionally emerge from the depths of Jiang Cheng's mind, as if the lock in his memory had loosened.