Chapter 239: Continuous Death
After checking, Mr. Zhao turned his gaze to the black coffin and portrait on the mourning hall.

"This coffin...there's something wrong!" Old 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, and they represent bad luck. Could it be that the evil ghost is in this black coffin?

"And how come the people in this portrait give people the feeling of a man, a woman, old or young? It's too abnormal. There is definitely something wrong here."

Old Zhao waved his hand and said, "Fangzi, come here! Evil ghosts always kill people at intervals. Fatty just died, so 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 person in the black and white photo move, and then walked out of the photo into reality.

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

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

As the only elite ghost rider among them, if Mr. Zhao was attacked by a fierce ghost and unfortunately died, then he would not have much chance of survival.

Old Zhao reacted quickly. After seeing Fang Zi's actions and expressions, he instantly realized that there was a problem behind him. Without looking back, he flew forward to create some distance, while using his evil spirit abilities to protect himself.

What surprised Mr. Zhao was that the evil spirit in his body seemed to have disappeared and could not be mobilized at all. Fortunately, he kept his distance and met Fang Zi in the yard.

The evil ghost that walked out of the portrait had an expressionless face and stared at the two of them blankly. After a moment, it left through the side door and disappeared without a trace.

"This evil ghost actually left. Could it be that we didn't violate his killing rules?" Fang Zi asked in surprise.

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

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

"Isn't it all right? Besides, the evil spirit has already left, so what are you afraid of?" Old Zhao continued, "By the way, Fatty died suddenly, and she didn't have time to use the supernatural props on her body. We can use them too."

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

When involved in a supernatural incident, supernatural props can be life-saving, and no one would ever have too many of them.

The two walked into the lobby. The fat girl's body was still next to the black coffin. The original black and white photo no longer had a portrait. Only an empty piece of white photo paper remained.

Fangzi was responsible for collecting the supernatural props from the fat girl, while Mr. Zhao was investigating the scene, looking for clues about the evil spirit.

The first thing that was hit was the black coffin in front of him. Looking at the place where the fat girl died, she must have wanted to push the black coffin away after seeing it, 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.

"Fang Zi, you stay here," Mr. Zhao thought for a moment and said, "I'm going to open the black coffin next, so be careful of sneak attacks from evil spirits."

Fangzi had just collected all the supernatural props from the fat girl and readily agreed:
"No problem. Fatty has a red ghost candle on her. If a ghost appears, I will light it directly."

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

The lid of the black coffin was very heavy, feeling like it weighed several hundred kilograms. However, as a ghost rider, Mr. Zhao's strength had already surpassed the limits of human beings. He easily opened the lid weighing several hundred kilograms 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 on the side stepped forward and asked doubtfully.

Supernatural weapons?!
The two looked at each other and felt that it was very possible. Their eyes suddenly lit up. If they could take the black coffin away, they would make a fortune. This was much better than imprisoning a vicious ghost.

Supernatural weapons became popular after being put on the public exchange list at the headquarters. Owning a supernatural weapon was equivalent to controlling an extra evil spirit.

It’s just that its extremely high exchange price is prohibitive, but now there is a supernatural weapon in front of them.

As long as they take the black coffin away, they will make a lot of money whether they sell it to other ghost riders or to the headquarters.

No need to say anything more? The two of them immediately figured out how to take the black coffin away.

"This thing is too big. It will take at least a large truck to take it away." Fang Zi said worriedly.

Mr. Zhao said thoughtfully: "I may be able to rely on the power of evil spirits to take the black coffin away, but the power of evil spirits I can mobilize is limited. If I take the black coffin, I can't take you away."

Fang Zi remained silent and asked Mr. Zhao to 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?
Mr. Zhao took Fang Zi's concerns to heart and immediately assured him:
"You don't need to worry that I will abandon you. After all, we have always cooperated well. I can't bear to give up on you as a 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 being a top ghost rider."

"As for safety, I still have half a red ghost candle here. Add to that what you got from the fat girl, you can at least be safe until I come back to pick you up."

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

Seeing Fang Zi agreed, Old Zhao smiled, took out a portion of Hidden Spirit Powder and swallowed it, then began to use his evil spirit ability to transport the black coffin away.

A yellow light emerged, and the original lime ground suddenly turned into mud. The black coffin seemed to fall into the water and gradually sank into the ground.

"You wait here, I'll be back soon!" After saying this, Mr. Zhao sank into the ground together with the black coffin.

Gradually moving away from the mourning hall, a trace of sneer appeared on Zhao Lao's face: "That kid is really naive. This is a supernatural weapon. How can such an opportunity be shared with others?"

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

"After I leave, I will contact the headquarters immediately and replace this thing with a supernatural weapon that suits me. By then, even if Feng Quan finds out, I won't have to fear him."

Old Zhao thought proudly and turned his head to look at the black coffin behind him. However, this one glance made his heart almost jump out of his chest. The evil ghost that had appeared in the mourning hall was actually standing behind him.

"you……"

As soon as Mr. Zhao uttered a word, the evil spirit approached him. The evil spirit on his body instantly became ineffective, and he was fixed in place, unable to move.

Looking at the evil ghost's outstretched arm, Mr. Zhao was filled with fear and confusion. How could this evil ghost appear behind him?

……

Not long ago, when Fang Zi was using his evil spirit abilities, a strange noise suddenly came from the spirit-detecting instrument placed in the temporary camp, startling the staff who were slacking off nearby.

Soon, Feng Quan, who was resting in the tent, got the news. His face looked very ugly: "What did you say? Abnormal spiritual fluctuations were detected in Huanggang Village?" "Yes, the spirit detector detected the spiritual fluctuations of a suspected ghost rider, which are completely different from the fluctuations of the evil ghosts in Huanggang Village recorded before. It's just that the spiritual fluctuations appeared for too short a time, so the spirit detector could not record more detailed information."

The staff member in charge of guarding the spirit-testing instrument bowed his head.

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

Feng Quan stood up and paced back and forth for a few circles, then said to Zhou Zheng and other ghost riders who had rushed over after hearing the noise:

"I'm going to Huanggang Village. You stay in the camp to guard it. Don't let any ghost riders break in!"

After saying that, Feng Quan glared at the two people who had flattered him before. They kept saying that they would not let a mosquito in, but in the end they let in a ghost rider.

The two men just nodded their heads, not daring to look up at Feng Quan's expression. As for Zhou Zheng, he would naturally not let them down at the critical moment.

Feng Quan prayed in his heart that nothing would go wrong. This was what Wang Xiaoming had told him to do. If he messed it up this time, he would be too ashamed to face anyone.

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

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

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

Several old men and women who were resting at the entrance of the village looked at the sudden change in the weather in surprise and confusion.

In addition to these villagers, Fang Zi, who was strolling on the street, also noticed the appearance of the white fog, and his face suddenly changed:

"It's over... Ghost Fog Feng Quan is here! If we get blocked, I'll be in trouble. Why hasn't Mr. Zhao come back yet?"

Although he and Feng Quan were both ghost riders at the same time, their statuses were very different. One was an ordinary ghost rider, and the other was a top ghost rider. What's more, the most important thing was that he was in the wrong first, as he had trespassed into Feng Quan's territory without permission to imprison the evil ghost.

If he were caught, even if he wouldn't die because of the headquarters, he would still be severely punished, and his position as city leader would most likely be revoked.

When Fang Zi thought of this, he felt heartbroken. The position of city leader was a good thing. Not only was the position high and powerful, but there were also contribution points to be earned every month.

Being dismissed from a position means losing a source of contribution points. Losing contribution points means being unable to freely use healing formations. In the future, one may very likely die because of the lack of healing for evil spirits.

The more Fang Zi thought about it, the more panicked he became. He ran back in panic and unknowingly returned to the courtyard where the black coffin was placed.

But everything was in vain, there was no way to escape in front of Feng Quan who possessed the ability of the ghost realm.

Thick white fog enveloped the sky and the earth, and Fang Zi instantly lost his sense of direction and could not see the road. If he had not been standing on solid ground, he would have thought he was walking in a sea of ​​clouds.

"We are one family! Spare my life!" Fang Zi immediately begged for mercy: "I am Fang Shui, the person in charge of Koizumi City. I accidentally entered Huanggang Village. Please..."

"Inadvertently?!"

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'll make you regret being born into this world."

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

Fang Shui did not hesitate and immediately told the story of how he, Mr. Zhao and Fatty had worked together to imprison the evil spirit, not daring to hide anything.

Hearing that three people had sneaked in, Feng Quan's face darkened and he asked, "How did you get in? I set up barriers within a five-kilometer radius. How could you get in without being discovered?"

"It's the Hidden Spirit Powder. Mr. Zhao has the Hidden Spirit Powder," Fang Shui said honestly, "After he took it, he used his evil spirit ability to bring us into Huanggang Village."

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

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

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

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

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

"Haha!" Feng Quan sneered, "The man you're talking about is probably already dead. The black coffin and the evil spirit are one and the same. You actually wanted to take the black coffin away directly. You're really courting death."

Hearing that Mr. Zhao was also dead, Fang Shui's fear became even greater, and he quickly 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 more about this evil spirit than you do."

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

The fear on Fang Shui's face became even more intense, and he saw the evil spirit on the black and white portrait slowly walking into reality and walking towards Fang Shui.

"help me!"

The moment the evil ghost appeared, Fang Shui felt that the evil ghost 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 would not light.

Feng Quan hid in the ghost realm and watched Fang Shui's performance, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. This man broke his blockade, so he just wanted to make him suffer a little. The failure of the lighter to fire was exactly what he did.

Fang Shui had no choice but to keep running forward, shouting for help. The evil spirit following behind him was also moving quickly, seemingly taking slow steps, but in fact, it was almost touching the running Fang Shui.

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

Hearing the noise, Fang Shui quickly turned his head and saw the evil ghost shrouded in white mist. He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

"It seems that the rumors are true. Wang Xiaoming chose Feng Quan because he follows the rules and has principles. Although I made mistakes, I am not guilty of death."

Fang Shui was thinking in his mind and was about to smile, but 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.

(End of this chapter)