Chapter 164: Bottom of well

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The ghosts were directly crushed in the blade of light. These ghosts are too weak for Founder today.
As the ghosts were hacked, the fierce flames around them disappeared, the blood and corpses on the beds disappeared, and Founder found himself still standing in front of the picture frame on the wall.
People are still in the abandoned wooden house, and the mobile phone flashlight in their hands is radiating a dazzling white light.
The third photo frame on the wall has been broken by him.
Founder looked at the two remaining photo frames, his eyes showing his thoughts.
I don't know if it was a coincidence. Only one of the twelve people on the picture frame escaped from this haunted house. He had killed 11 people before, and only one survived.
And that man is a man named Ping Si.
Founder can even guess who the man 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 was hearing outside the wooden house was all in dialect language that he could not understand.
If Ping Si died in this wooden house, he should have heard Ping Si's voice, and Ping Si spoke with some local dialects, and he should be able to understand and guess correctly.
Therefore, as soon as I guessed in my heart, Founder had already guessed ten.
It's weird.
The strange night a few decades ago was repeated again decades later.
Even the connecting game is the same. In the end, they are the only men named Ping Si.
Fang Zheng felt more and more thinking about it, and it was a bit unbelievable.
"If my guess is right, the old man's body found in Menqian Village should be this man named Ping Si ..."
Founder's eyes pondered, maybe he returned to the village in front of the door, and he could find out the identity of the old man's body.
Just as Founder pondered, the corners of his eyes swept to the ground, huh?
The expression on Fang Zheng's face showed surprise.
It's actually a penny.
Not the tens of billions or trillions of denominations burned from the yang to the underworld.
Founder hasn't figured out, in these ancient legends, all kinds of money and Yinde money are true or false.
Is there really a real estate in this world?
But as Zhang Tufu in the system, he had clearly told him that the so-called local government is just a superstition among the people. There is no local government in this world.
But the place does not exist, what is going on with these coins?
Founder picked up the coins on the ground, a total of eleven ... No, a total of twelve coins.
Fang Zheng glanced at the photo frame on the wall with Ping Si's photos, and he thought about it, a total of twelve coins, no doubt has experienced the previous conjecture of Founder.
The old man who died in Menqian Village should be Ping Si.
Perhaps it was because of a certain obsession, that the old man's life in the second half of his life has been living in some kind of self-blame, maybe it was because he failed to rescue others decades ago. Therefore, he spent the rest of his life in his dry well, secretly dug a secret road, and then returned to the Black Blind Lin to mourn his old friends every once in a while. The figure who was lying outside the door of Li Laosan's house was probably Ping Si who had been sick and dead for several days.
Of course, these are just conjectures based on personal conjectures based on the illustrious coins and secret passages.
Perhaps, the figure who was lying outside Li Laosan's house was not Ping Si ...
Fang Zheng looked down at the twelve penins that he had in his hand. Since there were no dungeons in this world, these dungeons could not be burned to the dungeons.
Since the land does not exist, the contrary proves that the future use of these coins can be even more extraordinary.
Nether coins are also called Yinde money.
It is Yinde Zaiwu.
Whether it is in folk concepts, Taoist records, or the Buddhist system, Yin virtue has long been one of the entrenched and important heritages.
There must be Yang newspapers for yin and virtue. This ancient proverb has been running through the history of civilization for thousands of years and is still popular today.
All the signs indicate that the Yinde carrying objects like the Nether Coins may be a great thing.
Originally he had nine ghost coins.
With today's twelve coins, he already has twenty-one coins.
Regarding the various doubts of the Nether, Founder also thought about asking Mr. Zhang Tufu or Fu. Both of them are people in the system. They must know many secrets and ancient legends and secrets, which are ordinary people from outside Information unreachable on the Internet.
But there are too many secrets in him, and he is not easy to expose himself.
Although Mr. Zhang Tufu and Mr. Fu may have known some secrets about him, otherwise he would not be allowed to take care of the nether shop at first, and he was assured to let him go overcast. The answer is obvious. The difference between ordinary people.
It's just that Founder still doesn't know exactly what step he has mastered in his intelligence. Therefore, all he can do is to keep his tone as low as possible, try not to jump too far, and minimize the number of times he enters the sight of Zhang Tufu and Mr. Fu.
Founder regained his mood and left the haunted house ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The only pity is that the man who strayed into the haunted house tonight failed to rescue him in time.
There was cold light in Founder's eyes.
Bang!
A red horse is like a big waterfall, and Jiuyang's Qi Qi blasted the wooden house in the forest, turned into a raging fire, and collapsed into ruins.
About ten minutes later, the figure of Founder appeared in another place in Heixiazilin.
It is precisely based on the route of the well burial excavated from the memory picture to find here.
The night of the old forest in the deep mountains is black as a place of death, curse, loneliness, howling, and despair.
Wandering on the edge of the real world and the evil world, the eyes touched are terror and darkness, just like a man's little black house, no one can get out of the shadows.
But all this has no effect on the other party.
People are afraid of ghosts, and ghosts are afraid of people.
Founder at the moment, with a body, was not afraid of ghosts, but ghosts were afraid of him.
Fang Zheng quickly found the well burial that had collapsed decades ago. However, when Fang Zheng found the place, his eyes were fixed, and he immediately looked alert.
The burial of the collapsed cave was actually dug.
And the soil that was turned over was still very fresh, just a few days after being dug.
Founder's muscles were tight and he was holding a ghost knife in his hand, ready to fight hard at any time. He watched around and listened to any wind and grass around him for five minutes, ten minutes ... the surroundings were safe and there was no suspicious movement.
Founder was convinced that no one was around.
Founder came to the side of the burial of the well. The flashlight shot down towards the bottom of the well. The well was so deep that the flashlight could not see the scenery under the well. Fang Zhengsi thought for a moment, he stood beside the well and didn't feel the breath of ghosts, and then he used the ghost head knife as a borrowing point on the wall of the well and went down into the bottom of the well.
The coldness in the underground is very strong, and the dampness is very heavy.
But after reaching the bottom of the well, there was no water.