Chapter 73 Chapter 73 Hidden Note (Twenty-one)…

After finishing the meal, Fang Hui did not get any useful clues. Zhao Jianshe lost his temper, and Zhao Shulin remained silent in the second half.

Fang Hui felt that he had wasted his time listening to half an hour of nonsense.

He folded his hands and leaned diagonally on the dining chair, his eyes falling on the study on the second floor.

Anyway, he was in a semi-transparent state of soul now, and others could not see him, so he walked to the door of the study, intending to think of a way to go in and take a look. He

could not touch the barrier talisman paper at the door of the study. He took out the life-saving talisman paper Ning Guohua had given him before and pasted it on the transparent barrier, but it didn't work. The barrier still bounced him away.

Fang Hui saw the window of the corridor on the second floor, and he had an idea in his mind. If he couldn't get in through the main door, he would just climb through the window.

Anyway, Fang Hui loved to climb through the windows of his house since he was a child, so the second floor was no problem for him.

Sure enough, the window of the study on the second floor was open, and the wall was still an uneven stone design.

Fang Hui took a few steps back, sprinted, and kicked on the wall. With the momentum, he easily climbed onto the window sill.

Then he lifted himself up and climbed in quietly.

It seems that the barrier of the study only blocks the door.

There is nothing special about Zhao Jianshe's study, except that there is a square yellow wooden table in front of the left wall, on which is a rectangular object wrapped in red cloth.

Fang Hui took a look and decided not to be curious for the time being.

He saw many books on Feng Shui and Yin Yang metaphysics on the bookshelf, and even a worn-out "Secret Book on Having a Son". A closer look revealed that it was written by a poor scholar in the Qing Dynasty.

Isn't this feudal superstition?

He looked at the author's life at the end of the book, "The author died in 1897 and had no descendants."

Fang Hui couldn't help but sneer. He wrote so much nonsense in a serious manner, but he didn't expect that he would have no descendants. He

looked through the things in the study like a thief. There were many mysterious books, but none of them were related to the soul-binding curse.

"Isn't it here..." Fang Hui muttered to himself, turning his head to look at the table covered with red cloth.

Walking to the table, Fang Hui felt an indescribable sense of oppression coming from behind the red cloth. He stretched out his hand and hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and lifted the red cloth.

Inside was actually a shrine.

The shrine was all black, made of wood or stone, and looked very old.

Strange patterns were carved on the edge of the shrine, entwined on it like twisted vines.

In the middle of the shrine were two small electric candles, three incense sticks were inserted in front, and there was a wooden statue with closed eyes inside.

Fang Hui moved closer to take a closer look. The statue had a rat head and a human body, dressed in ancient clothes, holding a gold ingot in his left hand and a short knife in his right hand, with a shawl fluttering behind his clothes.

When Fang Hui saw the statue's face for the first time, he suddenly felt a chill rising from his back. Why did this statue give people such a chilling feeling?

In Fang Hui's cognition, it seemed that he had never seen such a god. No, compared to gods, this statue looked very evil.

"Is this thing really a god?"

As soon as the voice fell, the statue suddenly opened its eyes, and the rat eyes glowed red. Before Fang Hui could react, he was bounced away by an invisible force.

Fang Hui felt that his soul passed through the wall behind him, and the whole person flew out in the air. After flying a long distance, he fell heavily to the ground.

"Hiss..." Fang Hui lay on the ground. He was a little depressed. Why did he always land on his face when he fell to the ground recently?

After getting up from the ground, there was a sudden gust of wind, and the window of the study on the second floor slammed shut.

It was obvious that the mouse just now was definitely not a real god, and ordinary people would not worship such a weird god in their homes. This might be related to the soul-binding curse.

Fang Hui stood up and rubbed the pain from the fall, ready to go back and take a look.

When he climbed up to the second-floor window sill again, he saw Zhao Jianshe kneeling in front of the shrine, kowtowed several times with a pious look on his face.

"Great Immortal, Great Immortal, the Feng family has started to get suspicious. The ten-year deadline is coming, and there are still so many people in the Feng family alive... They could have all died yesterday... Unexpectedly, someone saved them. Although I don't know where those Yin Yang masters they invited came from... But it must be your cultivation that is superior. Please bless me, I have given you so many offerings..."

After a lot of chatter, Zhao Jianshe took out a transparent bag with red liquid in it.

Fang Hui squinted his eyes, not knowing what it was.

Zhao Jianshe put the bag on the altar, and a stream of black smoke came out of the rat head statue, and then the black smoke penetrated into the bag.

Fang Hui was surprised to find that the liquid in the bag was decreasing little by little.

"Not enough, not enough..."

Suddenly, the rat-headed statue spoke.

Zhao Jianshe leaned forward and kowtowed: "Great Immortal, I will go find more for you."

Zhao Jianshe put away the empty bag and hurriedly left the study.

Fang Hui noticed that the corners of the mouth of the rat-headed statue were a little red, and it seemed that the liquid just now should have been drunk by this thing.

He immediately went down from the windowsill, and just when he was about to find out where Zhao Jianshe had gone, he saw Zhao Jianshe coming out.

Fang Hui followed him, and as soon as he approached him, he smelled a smell of blood.

Good man, it turns out that Zhao Jianshe just fed blood!

Fang Hui pinched his nose and took a step back, keeping a distance from Zhao Jianshe.

Zhao Jianshe went out to the street. It was already dark, and there were no shops in the village. Except for one or two small supermarkets, all others were closed.

No one knew where Zhao Jianshe was going.

Zhao Jianshe walked to a small supermarket. The owner was half lying on a chair, smoking and watching the live broadcast with his legs crossed. He saw Zhao Jianshe coming in and hummed through his nose: "Are you here?"

"I've run out of them. Do you have any more?" Zhao Jianshe shook the bag in his hand. The supermarket owner glanced at the bag while holding a cigarette in his mouth: "Not at the moment."

Zhao Jianshe looked a little anxious when he heard this: "Hey, Lao Zhang, please help me and get me another bag. I need it urgently."

Lao Zhang blew out a smoke ring calmly, then shook off the ashes, changed his posture and said: "This thing can't be picked up on the street. I have to have the goods before I can give it to you."

Zhao Jianshe took out his wallet, counted a stack of bills and threw them on the table: "Lao Zhang, please help me." Lao

Zhang glanced at the money on the table, sighed as if embarrassed, stood up, grabbed the money and put it in his pocket: "Wait."

After saying that, Lao Zhang turned around He went into the inner room and soon came out with a black bag filled with things. He handed the things to Zhao Jianshe: "Here, this is the last bag. I wanted to keep it, but now I give it to you."

Zhao Jianshe opened the bag and took a look. He nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, I'll go first."

Lao Zhang watched Zhao Jianshe take two steps out, and after thinking about it, he called him: "Hey, Lao Zhao, is that thing you kept at home still there?"

"Yes."

"You've been raising it for almost ten years, right? That's a lot of expenses... What on earth is it?"

Zhao Jianshe glanced at Lao Zhang: "It's just a pet, nothing special."

Lao Zhang watched Zhao Jianshe walk away. An old woman came out from the inner room and saw the money in Lao Zhang's hand and asked: "Wife, is it Lao Zhao again?"

"Yes." Lao Zhang counted the banknotes in his hand, twenty bills.

"I'm wondering if he really has a pet. How could a pet eat human blood?" "

Why do you care so much? He pays and I find the goods. Don't ask about other things."

It turned out that he came to buy blood. It seems that Zhao Jianshe and the supermarket owner are not doing any serious business, and they are not good people.

Fang Hui followed Zhao Jianshe back home, and saw that he did not go to the study, but went back to his bedroom.

There was a mini freezer in his bedroom. Zhao Jianshe put the blood bag in it and then closed the door.

When Zhao Jianshe opened the freezer door just now, Fang Hui saw a small bag of things in the freezer.

Fang Hui wanted to go into the house to take a closer look, but he didn't expect that there was also a barrier in the house, and it also cast a spell on him. Fortunately, Fang Hui reacted quickly this time and dodged to the side to avoid the attack of the barrier.

"Who are you? How dare you break into a private house!"

With a shout, a tall and strong phantom suddenly appeared from the door, and a knife chopped towards Fang Hui. Fang Hui quickly dodged to the side to avoid it, and the knife shadow hit the ground and raised a circle of wind.

Fang Hui stood up and looked at the phantom. It was more than two meters tall, with furrowed eyebrows and wide eyes. It was wearing ancient armor, and the scales and patterns on the armor could be clearly seen. The phantom held a long sword in its hand, and it was much taller than the real person when it stood up.

Fang Hui then noticed that there was a small door god sticker on the door behind the phantom. The image in front of him looked very much like the...door god in the sticker?

He subconsciously sensed danger and took a step back and stuck to the fence on the second floor.

The door god stared at Fang Hui and shouted, "Boy! Where did you come from?"

Fang Hui raised his eyebrows and retorted unhappily, "I am not a monster."

The door god snorted and pointed his blade at Fang Hui, "How can a non-monster be in this form?"

"I am just... a spirit." Fang Hui said.

"Soul?" The door god looked at Fang Hui suspiciously, "Lonely ghost, take my blade!"

After saying that, he raised his big knife and chopped at him. Fang Hui said "Fuck" and rolled to the side to avoid it, and then stepped back a few steps to the stairs and bowed, "Why did you suddenly attack me!"

"I am the door god of this house, protecting this place from peace, you evil spirits, don't even think about getting close to here!" The door god said.

Fang Hui was speechless, "I told you I'm not a demon."

But why is there a door god at the door of the bedroom? Shouldn't this thing be posted on the front door? ! No, no, no... The point is, why is there either a barrier or a door god in Zhao Jianshe's house? How many shameful things has he done...

Fang Hui thought about it and looked up at the door god. The door god was staring at him. Fang Hui asked tentatively: "Well, I just want to go in and take a look, and then come out."

"No!" The door god refused with full force.

Fang Hui wanted to curse when he got angry, but he couldn't lose his temper now. He calmed down and said: "Master Door God, please be flexible, I will just take a look."

"No!" The door god refused again.

No, no, what else can you say except no! Fang Hui secretly complained in his heart.

Huh... Can't lose your temper, can't curse, Fang Hui kept giving himself psychological hints.

After taking a long breath, Fang Hui slowed down his tone and said, "Well, you see, I am just a lonely soul who can't do anything. I won't do anything if I just take a look."

"No!" It seemed that the door god was determined not to let Fang Hui in.

Fang Hui was a little anxious: "Do you know that the person you are protecting is a bad guy! He hurts people! If you don't let me in, he may hurt people again! That will cause death!"

The door god put his sword on the ground and put one hand on his waist: "I don't care who lives here. Since my portrait is posted here, it is my duty to guard this place. You'd better leave quickly, otherwise I will be rude."

You big fool! You will just hold your broken door and guard it for the rest of your life!

Fang Hui cursed in his heart: "As gods, shouldn't you protect the good people?"

"Each god has different responsibilities. My responsibility is to keep the evil spirits away from here!"

"..."

It seemed that he couldn't make sense, so Fang Hui scratched his head: "You don't protect the good people, but the bad people. You can't tell right from wrong. What kind of gods are you?"

"What did you say?!" The door god was furious, and smashed his sword hard on the ground, stirring up a circle of fierce airflow. "I'll beat you to death!"

Fang Hui raised his hand to block the wind, stood up and looked directly at the door god over there: "Hey, you are a god, and I am just a lonely soul. Aren't you shameless to bully the weak?!"

"..." The door god didn't expect Fang Hui to say that. If it wasn't for the common logic, this lonely soul should have just talked nonsense to convince him, and then he would be moved to let him go, but he directly said that he was shameless?

The illogical move made the door god a little uncomfortable for a while.

Fang Hui saw that the door god had stopped moving, and he didn't know what was wrong with him: "Did I say too much just now..."

"You little brat! How dare you, a lonely soul, argue with me! Get out of here! You'd better not think of going from here to the study and then through the secret compartment behind the shrine to the bedroom. Don't think I will turn a blind eye when you enter the bedroom. Anyway, I will be off work soon, and I won't be watching you all the time. Don't think of taking advantage of the opportunity!"

Fang Hui:? ?