Here Lies The Wicked

Chapter 521 the Only Survivor

The sun set and the moon rose.

The night was dark.

Ding-dong... The bells around the neck of the Hei sounded especially crisp at night.

The Hei recovered quickly.

Now the puffy cat was alive and well again, walking in front of Fang Zheng and Yiyi, stepping on the catwalk and looking around like a cold and proud queen, patrolling the territory.

Hei recovered quickly, and Fang Zheng did not strengthen the soul raising bell around the neck of the Hei.

The soul raising bell was too conspicuous.

He was worried about being exposed, so he didn't strengthen the soul raising bell.

The reason why the Hei recovered so quickly and swelled up so quickly was because Mr.

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A nursery.

Today's Zuo qianhu bookstore was surprisingly closed for the first time.

Instead, the Underworld shop next door has reopened.

Mr. Fu was busy in the shop.

Butcher zhang continued to sit at the door and eat his braised pork head.

Life, always needs to continue... Two days after the closure of Blessed Land, everything was slowly returning to its original course.

Fang Zheng heard that with the closure of Blessed Land, Sanhuang well, there were a large number of experts to support the provinces of Spirit ruins mountain, Blessed Land, and xuling dongtian.

Fang Zheng also had the idea of taking the opportunity to collect the wool.

However, these two places are now the most guarded. Under the martial law, he is not part of the system and does not have a pass, so he is more likely to be shot as a foreign spy.

Moreover, Yiyi was still in poor condition. Yiyi was trying to save him, which almost caused him to collapse. It would be hard for him to leave Yiyi at this time.

Fang Zheng stayed in Zhou city for a few reasons.

Fang Zheng took Yiyi's hand and entered the Underworld shop, intending to ask Zuo qianhu where he went today. However, he had just entered the Underworld shop. The first thing Butcher zhang said was, "Yiyi looks a lot more energetic today. Did you get the letter from ghost mother to you?"

Fang Zheng denied, "Absolutely not."

Butcher zhang took a deep look at Fang Zheng and did not pursue the question too much. He simply said, "It's good that you didn't get it. This cultural relic belongs to the provincial level. If it is damaged, it will start in at least ten years."

Fang Zheng: ..."

Fang Zheng felt that he couldn't discuss this further. He quickly changed the subject and asked Butcher zhang what he had talked about over the phone during the day to find a cure for Yiyi's osteoporosis.

Butcher zhang: "It's the fake scholar in the next room. He found a cure for his wounds. He closed the shop for a day today. He left Yiyi's wooden carving toolbox in Mr. Fu's shop. He said he wanted Yiyi to stay with Mr. Fu to practice carving these days."

"He's three or five days late. He'll be back in a day or two."

Hearing this, Fang Zheng asked with concern, "Did Zuo qianhu say that he found a way and why he left for so long? Is there any danger?"

Butcher zhang shook his head, "After the fake scholar left his toolbox, he left without a word. No communication could be reached."

Hearing what Butcher zhang said, Fang Zheng couldn't help but worry about Zuo qianhu's safety.

Yiyi followed Fang Zheng, confused. She gently tugged at Fang Zheng's sleeve and showed Fang Zheng a line of words on the tablet.

Fang Zheng looked at it, stroked Yiyi's little head, and said with a gentle smile, "Don't worry, nothing will happen. Yiyi must train the wood carving well. In this life, he must be filial and repay Zuo qianhu."

Although Yiyi was still a little confused, he still nodded heavily.

Master is a good person.

Uncle fu was a good man.

Uncle zhang and grandpa yan were also good people.

Everyone is a good person, and clothes will be very sensible.

Fang Zheng looked at Yiyi, who was as serious as a little adult. He laughed and praised, "The older you grow, the more you worry."

Next, Yiyi struggled to hold her own child's version of the toolbox and began to sit behind the table, carving wood seriously.

Fang Zheng looked down at Yiyi, who was seriously sculpting. He originally wanted to ask Mr. Fu today if there was any result from the investigation into the origins of the evil buddha and Yiyi. However, today, Zuo qianhu's store was closed, and Yiyi was in the underworld. Fang Zheng thought about it and decided to ask after a few days.

If there is any important information, I believe Mr. Fu will tell him in advance.

However, Fang Zheng asked Mr. Fu about another matter, which did not deliberately avoid undressing.

"Mr. Fu, do you remember the Ghost bride on my back? Why did I manage to survive the spirit recovery and curse explosion, but the curse is still on me? Is there no way to break the curse?" This was a matter of life and death. Ever since leaving Blessed Land, Fang Zheng had been involved in all sorts of trivial matters. Until today, he had time to ask Mr. Fu about the curse.

However, even Mr. Fu had no choice this time.

Unless the bones are found.

That is, which tomb raider stole the antiques from which tomb, in order to solve the curse once and for all.

As long as the tomb was not found.

According to the current situation, the curse will always exist. Moreover, if the cultural relics continue to flow out, the number of cursed people will increase.

Fang Zheng did not give up and continued to ask, "Last time, Mr. Fu said that all the people who planted this curse were dead, leaving only one survivor. It was only after he advanced to the night traveling realm before the spirit energy recovered that he escaped."

"Right now, there should be only two survivors left in this world, me and this night traveler. How's the situation with that person now?"

Soon, Fang Zheng regretted asking the question.

Because Mr. Fu's answer made Fang Zheng very desperate.

"That man died and was sucked dry. Now you're the only survivor." Mr. Fu looked at Fang Zheng, the dead man's face still expressionless, and his voice was as calm as a narrative.

Hat?!

"Dead?"

"Died from being sucked into an adult?"

Fang Zheng suddenly felt the back of his head tingle with electricity.

Mr. Fu was still the same expressionless, dead face, "We speculate that this time, we should advance to the day tour before the spirit recovers to avoid a disaster."

Fang Zheng's mouth was a little bitter.

That's a day traveler!

It's not a night walker!

Currently, there are only a handful of ten day tour envoys among the 1.3 billion people in the country. This shows how difficult this advanced day tour is.

Next, according to Mr. Fu, the curse is now upgraded, and even the night ranger can no longer see the curse behind Fang Zheng unless he looks in the mirror.

Fang Zheng: ..."

"Mr. Fu, I wonder if you have any way to contact senior bai." There was more than one curse on Fang Zheng.

On his wrist, there was still a Black Silk from the day travel envoy.

Fang Zheng had always felt that Mr. Fu and Leek no. 4 must know each other. Maybe Mr. Fu could find a woman in white for him.

"Why did you suddenly think of looking for her?" Mr. Fu looked at Fang Zheng in confusion.

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