The Spirit Suppressing Museum

Chapter 52 Secrets, Choices
There was a knock on the door, and there was silence outside the house.

Fang Yang's palm trembled, and he hardly had the courage to knock on the door again.

In Fang Hongbo's current understanding, his son Fang Yang was already dead. Under the strong fear, it was normal for Fang Yang to knock on the door and not come out. Wei Yuan raised his hand and pressed it on the door, ready to knock again. I tried, but at this moment, the tightly locked door slowly opened a crack.

squeak-

Fang Hongbo's face pale from fear is behind the door.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Wei Yuan, then turned his head little by little and saw Fang Yang.

Fang Hongbo paused for a moment, then said in a low voice, "A Yang?"

Fang Yang took a deep breath, glanced at Wei Yuan, and then turned around and said:
"It's me, Dad, I'm back."

"I'm back, I'm back..."

Fang Hongbo's face flashed a look of struggle, but in the end he opened the door little by little. Wei Yuan is now walking in the right direction. He saw that there were no ghosts lurking in the room. A dead aura could be seen in the body that was no different from the living.

But there is no resentment and evil spirits.

Wei Yuan patted Fang Yang's shoulder, silently pressed a talisman on his back, then leaned against the door and did not go in. Fang Yang and Fang Hongbo stood awkwardly for a while, and finally sat on the old sofa in the living room when they entered the door. Up, sitting face to face, but no one spoke for a while.

Fang Yang didn't know what was going on with Fang Hongbo, he was just scared.

Fang Hongbo seemed to come back to his senses and said, "I didn't expect that I would be able to sit here and talk to you."

"You liked jumping around on these sofas when you were young, and you didn't listen."

Fang Yang thought of the events of his childhood, his eyes were complicated, and he hummed.

Thinking that he seldom came back after he went out, he paused and said:

"Dad, how have you been all these years?"

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People meet with ghosts, but nothing harmful happens.

The father and son in the house just talked slowly.

Wei Yuan didn't intend to listen to the exchange between father and son, but he didn't avoid it too far. He stood at the door with his sword and looked at the man who was being pulled by the two ghosts. The disguise on the man's face had been removed and he had recovered. Zhenrong, in his forties, his cheeks were a little thin, and there was a look of panic in his eyes.

Wei Yuan was still puzzled about Fang Hongbo's situation.

According to Fang Yang, Fang Hongbo died four months ago and was buried according to the custom of his hometown.

But now Fang Hongbo is undoubtedly incarnate.

Who dug the grave and dug up Fang Hongbo's body?
Fang Hongbo was convinced that his son died.

What happened to this memory?

The man who stopped the car wanted to come directly to the place where Fang Hongbo lived alone, and told a story like that, saying that he had nothing to do with Fang Hongbo's affairs, it was absolutely impossible, but why did he know that Fang Yang would come back?Stop the car on this road.

This man doesn't know Wei Yuan's own particularity. Does it mean that even if Fang Yang didn't go to the museum to meet Wei Yuan, he would come back in the end? In other words, these people have been eyeing Fang Yang from the beginning. Conspiracy for what?
Is this also related to Zhang Yue's life extension?

Wei Yuan whispered a few words to the water ghost and the sword soldier ghost.

He took out the willow leaf talisman and opened his eyes to the man who pretended to be a ghost.

Then the two ghosts dragged the frightened man to the side, and began to ask, the man himself has no morality, and the two ghosts looked deadly and suffocating, and they were so frightened. His liver and gallbladder were torn apart, and he said it all in one breath without asking any questions.

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The man's name is Wang Honghe.

It is a rundown household in the village, and his parents died early, leaving him as a big man.

He has hands and feet, but he is too lazy to die. He relies on the state's subsistence allowances to make a living, and he is the least particular kind of person. He was given a piglet and asked him to raise pigs to earn money and support himself. Take it back in the morning, kill the pigs to eat meat in the afternoon, exchange the money for wine, and get drunk.

When the money runs out, go to the official's office to make trouble. If you don't make trouble, you won't go back if you take advantage.

In the end, the whole village despised such a waste-like person.

He didn't care about himself, he still lived on his own. One day he was greedy and went to the cemetery to eat the food and wine offered. He walked home with a pot of wine, but he walked to a house A hotel that I have never seen before, it is quaint.

It was full of people coming and going, and it was very lively.

Some people drink, some people talk and laugh loudly.

On the table, chicken, duck, fish and meat, flying in the sky, running on the ground, everything.

Wang Honghe knew his own business and had absolutely no money to go in to eat, but he was really greedy, and he was drunk, thinking about eating such a free meal, and at most being beaten, they couldn't have beaten themselves to death. So I took advantage of the wine, raised my chest and pushed the door in.

As soon as he walked in, all the guests in the room looked at him with strange eyes.

The wine is strong and cowardly, not to mention that he is a jerk.

Wang Honghe was used to seeing other people's scrutiny, sitting on the table, patted the table and asked the boss to put the signature dish on the table.

The boss said: "Guests, the food from the small shop is not eaten by ordinary people."

Wang Honghe slapped the table and cursed, "Do you think I can't afford the money?!"

So the boss didn't say anything more, just said to wait a moment, and then backed down. After a while, a table of good food and wine was served. Wang Honghe ate and drank a lot, and he was satisfied. After paying the bill, he started pretending to be an uncle, picking his teeth with a chicken bone, and saying whether he wanted money or not, he would die.

It's really not good to use what I see in this body to pay off the debt.

As he spoke, he saw that the boss's eyes were a little strange, the whole room was silent, and his heart was inexplicably cold.

Suddenly I found that the boss was so close, and I couldn't hear the breathing sound from the other side. It was only my own breathing in this restaurant. Wang Honghe woke up and his head was foggy. Could it be that he hit a ghost?Just when his hands and feet were numb with fright, a man pulled him over and said that he had invited him for this meal.

Then Wang Honghe was pulled out by pulling and pulling.

He smiled and said, "You are so bold, you dare to eat rice in such a place."

Wang Honghe froze and looked back. He saw that there was a guest boss in the hotel. It was gloomy, two blue-light lanterns were lit, and the room was full of coffin wreaths. Hold, when I wake up, I quickly thank the man.

The man looked him up and down and said:

"You're a little brave, why don't you help me with things."

"After you become it, you can naturally get a lot of money, at least you don't have to eat ghost rice."

After that, the man often contacted Wang Honghe, and every time he had delicious food and drink, and finally let him be responsible for the affairs of the Fang family. obey.

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After Wang Honghe finished speaking, he lowered his head and trembled.

He had bumped into a ghost before, but all he saw at that time were normal people. Where have you seen these two beside you with such fierce looks?At this time, he hated himself for not being able to pass out, and Wei Yuan was thoughtful, it seemed that the man went to the restaurant in the ghost market.

The man Wang Honghe said may be the righteous master.

It is a person who spreads the strange tricks of 'exting one's life' and 'don't die' in the area of ​​Izumi City.

Generally, Zuodao methods are just a few tricks in the number of ways to practice, such as the first few door opening methods.

The way is fierce, the effect is quick, and there may be sequelae.

But not harmful to others.

And this type of sorcery requires the lives of others when cultivating, and its existence will cause harm to the people around. Zhang Yue's original life extension method was to use his own life to extend his daughter's life, but in fact, it was the same as other people's lives. You can complete the spell.

After more than an hour, the conversation in the room slowly stopped.

Wei Yuan entered the room and saw that the expressions of the two of them softened. Fang Yang's eyes were red, while Fang Hongbo's expression was complicated and content. In his memory, their father and son had not talked like this for a long time. He was satisfied enough to have such an experience.

Wei Yuan sat down, put the sword on his knees, glanced at Fang Yang, then looked at Fang Hongbo, and said:
"Mr. Fang, do you want to hear a story?"

Fang Hongbo was stunned, looked at his son, and nodded.

Wei Yuan told Wang Honghe's previous story all over again.

The purpose is to remind Fang Hongbo, use this as a foreshadowing, and remind him of the trend.

Wei Yuan said that his voice was calm.

Fang Yang lowered his head stubbornly, clutching his knees with his palms.

Fang Hongbo's face changed.

Wei Yuan said the last sentence, looked at Fang Hongbo, and said peacefully: "Some people are dead, but they don't know it, they must be broken by others, and if they break it, they are really dead."

He didn't go on.

Fang Hongbo suddenly became excited, the old man stood up suddenly, widened his eyes, and said:

"My son is still alive!"

"He's in good shape, he's not dead at all!"

Puff.

Fang Yang knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily, his voice echoed with the old man's words:

"Dad, you are already dead!"

"Stop being obsessed!"

PS: In Fang Hongbo's eyes, Fang Yang is dead.

Fang Hongbo is dead in Fang Yang's eyes~
Thank you for eating books, not just bookworms, thank you~
(End of this chapter)