Chapter 239: Continuous Death

After checking, Mr. Zhao looked at the black coffin and portrait on the mourning hall.

"This coffin... is wrong!" Mr. Zhao looked at the black coffin in front of him and had an ominous premonition.

Black coffins are usually used for people who died suddenly, representing bad luck. Could it be that the evil spirit is in this black coffin?

"And the people in this portrait, why do they give people the feeling of men, women, old and young? It's too abnormal. There is definitely something wrong here."

Mr. Zhao waved his hand and said, "Fangzi, come here! The evil spirits kill people at intervals. Fatty just died. We are safe for the time being."

Fangzi walked into the courtyard trembling with fear. Just as he was about to enter the hall, he suddenly saw the portrait in the black and white photo move, and then walked out of the photo into reality.

"Zhao... Old, be careful behind you." Fangzi pointed behind Mr. Zhao to remind him, and at the same time used the evil spirit ability. The clothes on his chest suddenly broke, and a ghost hand appeared from it, grabbing the evil spirit behind Mr. Zhao.

Although he was afraid of the evil ghost, as a ghost rider who often dealt with evil ghosts, he still knew how to survive.

As the only elite ghost rider among them, if Zhao Lao was attacked by the evil ghost and died unfortunately, then he would not have much chance to survive.

Zhao Lao reacted quickly. After seeing Fang Zi's movements and expressions, he instantly understood that there was a problem behind him, so he did not look back, and flew forward to distance himself, while using the evil ghost ability to protect himself.

What surprised Zhao Lao was that the evil ghost in his body seemed to have disappeared and could not be mobilized at all, but fortunately he distanced himself and reunited with Fang Zi in the yard.

The evil ghost who walked out of the portrait had an expressionless face and stared at the two people with wooden eyes. After a moment, he left the side door and disappeared without a trace.

"This evil ghost actually left. Could it be that we did not touch his killing rules?" Fang Zi said in surprise.

"It's possible!" Mr. Zhao nodded, "Since the evil spirit has gone, let's go in and check the situation."

Fang Zi reluctantly said: "Mr. Zhao, it was so dangerous just now, why do you still want to go in?"

"Isn't it okay? Besides, the evil spirit has gone, what are you afraid of?" Mr. Zhao continued: "By the way, Fatty died suddenly, and she didn't have time to use the supernatural props on her body, so we can use them."

When Fang Zi heard that there were free supernatural props to be taken, his hesitation was immediately cut off, and he smiled and said: "You are right, let's go in and check together."

In the case of supernatural events, supernatural props are life-saving things, and no one will complain about too many.

The two walked into the lobby, and Fatty's body was still next to the black coffin. The original black and white photo no longer had a portrait, only an empty white photo paper.

Fang Zi was responsible for collecting the supernatural props on Fatty, while Mr. Zhao surveyed the scene and looked for clues about the evil spirit.

The first thing to be affected was the black coffin in front of him. Looking at the place where the fat girl died, it should be that she wanted to push it open after seeing the black coffin, but she didn't notice the portrait and was attacked by the evil spirit in the portrait. She eventually died here, and even the evil spirit in her body disappeared strangely.

"Fangzi, you stay around," Zhao Lao thought for a while and said, "I'm going to open the black coffin next, and be careful of the evil spirit's sneak attack."

Fangzi just collected the supernatural props on the fat girl and agreed readily:

"No problem, there is a red ghost candle on the fat girl. If the evil spirit appears later, I will light it directly."

After the two agreed, Zhao Lao came to the black coffin, put his hands on the coffin lid, and lifted it up with force.

The coffin lid of the black coffin is very heavy, and it feels like hundreds of pounds, but as a ghost driver, Zhao Lao's strength has long exceeded the limit of human beings. The coffin lid weighing hundreds of pounds can be easily opened with just a little effort.

"Why is it so dark in here?"

After opening the coffin lid, Mr. Zhao looked inside the coffin and saw only darkness, as if he was looking into a bottomless mine, which made people feel unknown and fearful.

"This thing is a bit weird, could it be a supernatural weapon?" Fang Zi, who was standing by, asked in confusion.

Supernatural weapon? !

The two looked at each other and felt that it was very likely, and their eyes suddenly lit up. If they took the black coffin away, they would make a lot of money, which was much better than imprisoning evil spirits.

Supernatural weapons became popular after the headquarters publicly exchanged them. As long as they had a supernatural weapon, it was equivalent to controlling one more evil spirit.

It was just that the extremely high exchange price was daunting, but now there was a supernatural weapon in front of them.

As long as they took the black coffin away, whether they sold it to other ghost riders or to the headquarters, they would make a lot of money.

No need to say more? The two immediately studied how to take the black coffin away.

"This thing is too big. It takes at least a large truck to take it away." Fangzi said in distress.

Zhao Lao thought: "I may be able to take the black coffin away with the power of the evil spirit, but the power of the evil spirit I mobilize is limited. If I take the black coffin, I can't take you."

Fangzi remained silent and let Zhao Lao take the black coffin away. There were too many variables. What if the other party ignored him? What if the evil spirit here appeared again?

Zhao Lao saw Fangzi's concerns and immediately assured him:

"You don't need to worry that I will give up on you. After all, we have always cooperated well. I can't bear to give up your partner. What's more, this is Feng Quan's territory in Dachang City. If I leave you alone, you can complain to Feng Quan."

"I can't bear the pressure of a top ghost rider."

"As for safety, I still have half a red ghost candle here. With the one you got from the fat girl, you can at least hold on until I come back to pick you up."

Fang Zi took the ghost candle and felt that what the other party said made sense, so he nodded and agreed.

Seeing Fang Zi agree, Mr. Zhao showed a smile on his face, took out a portion of the Hidden Spirit Powder, drank it, and began to use his ghost power to transport the black coffin away.

Yellow light emerged, and the original lime floor suddenly turned into soil. The black coffin seemed to have fallen into water and gradually sank into the ground.

"Just wait here, I'll come back as soon as I go!" After Mr. Zhao finished speaking, he sank into the ground with the black coffin.

As he gradually moved away from the mourning hall, a sneer appeared on Mr. Zhao's face: "That boy is really naive. This is a supernatural weapon. How can we share such an opportunity with others."

He had no intention of returning to Huanggang Village at all, and everything he said before was just a lie to Fangzi.

"After I leave, I will contact the headquarters immediately and replace this thing with a supernatural weapon suitable for me. Even if Feng Quan finds out by then, I don't have to be afraid of him."

Mr. Zhao thought proudly and turned to look at the black coffin behind him. However, this sight suddenly made his heart jump out of shock. The ghost that had appeared in the mourning hall was actually standing behind him.

"you……"

Mr. Zhao just uttered one word, and he was approached by the evil ghost. The evil ghost on his body was instantly disabled, and his whole body was frozen in place, unable to move.

Looking at the outstretched arm of the evil spirit, Mr. Zhao was frightened and confused. How could this evil spirit appear behind him?

…

Not long ago, when Fang Zi was using his ghost ability, the psychic device installed in the temporary camp suddenly made an abnormal noise, waking up the staff who were fishing nearby.

Soon, Feng Quan, who was resting in the camp, received the news, and his face looked very ugly: "What did you say? Abnormal supernatural fluctuations were detected in Huanggang Village?"

"Yes, the spirit detector detected the supernatural fluctuations of the suspected ghost controller. It is completely different from the previously recorded fluctuations of the ghosts in Huanggang Village. It is just because the time when the supernatural fluctuations appeared was too short that the spirit detector cannot record more detailed information."

The staff member responsible for guarding the psychic instrument lowered his head and said.

"Okay, I understand, you go down first!"

Feng Quan stood up and walked back and forth a few times, then said to Zhou Zheng and other ghost masters who came over after hearing the noise:

"I'm going to Huanggang Village. You guys will stay in the camp and guard it. You must not let any ghost masters break in!"

After saying that, Feng Quan glared at the two people who had flattered him before, and kept saying that he would not let a mosquito in, but in the end a ghost controller was let in.

The two people just lowered their heads in response, not daring to look up at Feng Quan's face. As for Zhou Zheng, he would naturally not let his guard down at the critical moment.

Feng Quan prayed in his heart that nothing would happen. This was what Wang Xiaoming told him to do. If he failed this time, he would be embarrassed to see others.

The temporary camp was still two or three miles away from Huanggang Village. In order to hurry up, Feng Quan simply gave up driving there and directly used the ghost camp.

I saw a sheet of white mist spread out and quickly spread towards Huanggang Village. In just the blink of an eye, it crossed the space and arrived in front of Huanggang Village.

"Hey! Why is it foggy in broad daylight?"

Several elders and aunties resting at the entrance of the village were surprised to see the sudden change in the weather, and couldn't help but be confused.

Apart from these villagers, Fang Zi, who was walking on the street, also noticed the appearance of Bai Wu, and his expression suddenly changed:

"It's over... Guiwu Fengquan is here! If I get blocked here, I will be in trouble. Why hasn't Mr. Zhao come back yet?"

Although he and Feng Quan are both ghost controllers at the same headquarters, their statuses are very different. One is an ordinary ghost controller, and the other is a top ghost controller. And the most important thing is that he made a mistake in the first place and broke into Feng Quan's territory without authorization to imprison the devil. .

If he is caught, even if he will not die because of the headquarters, he will still be severely punished, and his position as city leader will most likely be revoked.

When he thought of this, Fang Zi felt heartbroken. The position of city leader was a good thing. Not only did it have high authority, but he also had contribution points to earn every month.

Being revoked from the position means losing a source of contribution points. Losing contribution points means not being able to freely use the healing formation. In the future, one is likely to die because of the lack of treatment for the evil ghost erosion.

The more he thought about it, the more panicked Fang Zi felt. He ran back in a hurry and unknowingly came back to the courtyard with the black coffin.

But everything is in vain, there is no way to escape in front of Feng Quan, who has the ability of ghost domain.

Thick white mist enveloped the sky and the earth, and Fang Zi instantly lost his direction and could not see the road clearly. If it were not for the solid ground under his feet, he would have thought he was walking in a sea of ​​clouds.

"One of my own! Spare my life!" Fang Zi immediately begged for mercy: "I am Fang Shui, the person in charge of Xiaoquan City. I accidentally entered Huanggang Village. Please..."

"Enter by mistake?!"

Feng Quan interrupted Fang Shui and sneered: "Don't think I don't know what you do? Tell me...how did you get in?"

"Don't even think about lying, or I will make you regret being born in this world."

Feng Quan was very cautious. Even though he had trapped Fang Shui in the ghost realm, his figure was not exposed at all. Only the sound came from all directions without revealing any flaws.

Fang Shui did not hesitate and immediately told the story of his cooperation with Mr. Zhao and Fatty to imprison Li Gui, not daring to hide anything.

When he heard that three people had sneaked in, Feng Quan's face darkened and he asked, "How did you get in? I started blocking and setting up barriers within a radius of five kilometers. How could you get in without being discovered?"

"It's the Yin Ling Powder. Mr. Zhao owns the Yin Ling Powder," Fang Shui said honestly: "After taking it, he used the ghost ability to bring us into Huanggang Village."

Feng Quan's face turned even darker. He had heard of the Hidden Spirit Powder. It was said that it was specially developed by foreign forces to crack the spirit measuring instrument. The quantity was very small, but he did not expect that this thing had become so rampant. Even a guy who had just been promoted to an elite ghost rider had it. It seemed that a strict investigation was needed.

Fang Shui continued to narrate what they saw and heard in Huanggang Village. They acted separately. Fatty was attacked and killed by a fierce ghost, and Mr. Zhao left with the black coffin.

Hearing this, Feng Quan's face became strange. He took the initiative to disperse the thick fog, revealing the courtyard behind Fang Shui, and said, "Look behind you first?"

Fang Shui was a little confused, turned around and looked. Behind him was the courtyard where they found the ghost coffin. The ghost coffin and the black and white portrait were placed in the lobby.

Wrong? !

Fang Shui was surprised and said, "Why is this black coffin still here? Mr. Zhao has clearly taken the coffin away!"

"Haha!" Feng Quan sneered and said, "The person you are talking about is probably dead. This black coffin is originally one with the evil spirit. You actually want to take the black coffin away directly. You are really looking for death."

Hearing that Mr. Zhao was also dead, Fang Shui was even more frightened and hurriedly said, "I know where this evil spirit is hiding? Please let me go."

"Ridiculous!" Feng Quan's sarcastic voice came from the thick fog: "I know the information about this evil spirit better than you do."

"Look, isn't this evil spirit coming out?"

Fang Shui's face was even more frightened, and he saw the evil spirit on the black and white portrait slowly walked into reality and walked towards Fang Shui.

"Save me!"

The moment the evil spirit appeared, Fang Shui felt that the evil spirit in his body fell into silence and could not be mobilized.

He wanted to light the ghost candle to protect himself, but for some reason, the lighter could not light a fire.

Feng Quan hid in the ghost domain and watched Fang Shui's performance, with a sneer on his face. This man broke his blockade, just to make him suffer a little. The lighter didn't work, which was his trick.

Fang Shui had no choice but to keep running forward, and kept shouting for help. The evil ghost behind him was also moving fast. It seemed to be walking slowly, but in fact it was about to touch Fang Shui who was running.

Seeing that Fang Shui was about to die here, Feng Quan took action. The thick white fog rushed up and enveloped the evil ghost, trying to suppress it temporarily.

Fang Shui, who heard the movement, turned his head and looked over. He happened to see the evil ghost being enveloped by the white fog, and he couldn't help but let go of the breath in his heart.

'It seems that the rumor is true. Feng Quan was chosen by Wang Xiaoming because he abides by the rules and has principles. Although I am wrong, I am not guilty of death. ’

Fang Shui was thinking in his heart, and was about to smile, when the next moment, the white mist dissipated, and a ghost hand stretched out and grabbed the ghost tattoo on his chest along with his heart.