MM Racing Chapter 535: The telegram is coming here?
Chapter 535: The telegram is coming here?
Chapter 535: The phone call is coming here?
beep - beep -
Fang Zheng took Zhang Qiuhui's cell phone and dialed the number of the ghost caller.
The weird thing is, it actually worked this time?
No one spoke on the phone, only the sound of dripping water could be heard from the other end.
Tick-tock, the crisp sound of ticking is particularly clear in the quiet night, as if a chill like ivy is passing through the spine to the brain.
This has never happened since the moment the call was connected.
A bunch of text information and images appeared in my mind.
Fang Zheng: “Who are you?”
Gu Yue Fang Yuan: "I am your brother."
Where the hell did my brother come from?
Just because my name is Fang Zheng, does that mean I must have a brother named Fang Yuan?
An incredible scene.
When did human technology develop to this extent, or are these nasties no longer limited to modern technology and are starting to keep up with the times and play with some advanced stuff?
It's a bit trendy and you can communicate with your mind.
It was this Gu Yue Fang Yuan's name, which sounded familiar for some reason, but Fang Zheng couldn't remember it for a moment.
Thinking of this, Fang Zheng immediately continued to send messages: "Brother, I miss you so much! You don't know how much I miss you!"
Gu Yue Fang Yuan: "Wait a minute, you said you are my brother Gu Yue Fang Zheng, what evidence do you have?"
???
Good boy, you are trying to turn the tables, right?
Fang Zheng: "Brother, look at me! I am Fang Zheng, Gu Yue Fang Zheng!"
Gu Yue Fang Yuan: "Is it really you? My brother!"
Fang Zheng: "Brother Lao!"
Gu Yue Fang Yuan: "When will you pay me back the five and a half spirit stones you owe me?"
Fang Zheng: "Today, it has to be today. Come to Jiangtian Apartment 508 to find me. The tenants here are all talented and speak well. I will set up a table for you."
Gu Yue Fang Yuan: "Okay, I'm here, remember to open the door for me."
There was a red flame in Fang Zheng's eyes. He looked around but did not find anything unusual about himself.
But the text did not disappear, but was constantly updated as my thoughts continued to flow, and I could scroll up and down.
Chat group of all heavens?
Please, this kind of chat group online articles are everywhere, why are you still using this trick?
No, how does this have anything to do with the ghost calls I'm investigating?
There is absolutely no connection between the two.
Fang Zheng reacted and looked at the phone in his hand. The dripping sound was still there, but there was still no trace of Yin energy.
Fang Zheng hung up the phone, put down the paper cup in his hand, and looked around alertly, but something strange happened!
The chat screen just now disappeared as his attention shifted. According to his intuition, he felt that he could still call it out.
'I'll study it later.'
His focus now was not on this. The strange sound of dripping water did not disappear when the phone was hung up. He could still hear it, and it was getting clearer and clearer.
Tick tock, tick tock.
A buzzing sound came from the phone in his hand, and it was still the same number. Fang Zheng ignored it and did not hang up. At this moment, he was not afraid of anything unusual, but was afraid of not being able to discover it.
The only regret is that I don’t have a suitable weapon at hand, after all, my weapon has not been delivered yet.
Tick tock, tick tock.
The water stains next to the cupboard reflected a faint glow under the moonlight outside the window. Fang Zheng walked to the door of Lin Xing and his wife's bedroom with the phone in his hand. He glanced at the lightless crack in the door below.
Faintly, some transparent liquid seeped out from the crack of Lin Xing and his wife's bedroom door and spread towards Fang Zheng.
'That thing had been to Lin Xing's bedroom before, so it never left?'
'wrong! ’
After a little thought, Fang Zheng cautiously took two steps back, then
Lift your leg and kick the door!!!
In an instant, the old and mottled bedroom door was shattered into pieces. This old building built in the 1960s seemed to be unable to bear the weight. It shook violently twice and wall dust fell down.
The broken wood chips and wall plaster looked a mess under the orange-yellow light of the bedroom.
Inside the room, Lin Xing and Zhang Qiuhui were so frightened by the noise that they hugged each other and trembled.
The two of them hadn't slept at all and were afraid to fall asleep.
When he saw Fang Zheng's face clearly, the panic in Lin Xing's eyes lessened a little, but then, his eyes widened, and he stared blankly at the back of Fang Zheng, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.
"Finally I caught you!"
Fang Zheng didn't even turn his head. He used his left foot as a fulcrum, raised his right leg, twisted his waist and exerted force behind him. At the same time, the pure Yang Qi and masculine blood overflowed to block the gap in the broken door. He kicked the cold and damp woman behind him with the power of a dragon and an elephant.
Like hot oil splashing into water, the whole living room was filled with thick steam in an instant. Half of a wet woman's body evaporated, and the rest of her body was making boiling sounds.
This spirit is very alert.
Lin Xing and Zhang Qiuhui's cell phones were in Fang Zheng's hands, and Fang Zheng didn't answer the calls. She couldn't influence the people in the room through the phone, nor could she go in directly.
Therefore, she deliberately created that illusion just now, with the purpose of making Fang Zheng open the door and let her in.
But how could Mr. and Mrs. Lin Xing, who had already suffered psychological trauma from the fright, turn off the lights?
Fang Zheng checked the entire house, including the sewers, and there was no possibility that he had missed the other party hiding.
Suddenly, the spirit howled, and before a swastika seal hit her, it turned into a pool of black water and splashed into every corner of the house.
A foul and pungent smell wafted through the air, and wherever the houses were splashed, they were corroded with densely packed pits that looked like honeycombs.
"This..." Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly, looking a little surprised.
He wasn't even given a chance to interrogate him.
run away?
He looked at the holes, turned to Lin Xing and his wife and said, "It's okay, but for safety reasons, we should move as soon as possible."
Without stopping and without giving Lin Xing and his wife time to react, he strode out and went straight out to his room 509.
He was so decisive and did not investigate the spirit, so he must have his own reasons.
He inserted the key into the keyhole, opened the iron door and closed it, then returned to the room and lay down.
Fang Zheng's eyes were somewhat distracted, and he moved his eyeballs up and down and left and right. He said in surprise, "Is there a demonic aura here?"
That’s right, when adding people to a chat group, real names are used at the beginning. This is an iron rule.
"It turned out to be the firefly that was doing the demolition." Su Lin touched his chin.
He even specially changed his ID, thinking that if it was Gu Yue Fangzheng, he might be able to scare him, but he ended up speaking a foreign word to him right away, which made him unable to speak the rest.
Not to mention the heavens and myriad worlds, there are many people named Fang Zheng on Earth alone, although they are not as ubiquitous as the name 'Zhang Wei'.
What really confirmed Su Lin's identity was his words "I'll wait for you at Room 508, Jiangtian Apartment".
"You called here on the phone?"
If it matches the Fang Zheng in his memory, then this Fang Zheng should be in a world of "spiritual energy revival", an era of great cultivation under the global spiritual energy revival, with ghosts, monsters, immortals, gods, and monsters appearing one after another.
Fang Zheng, on the other hand, relied on a mysterious human skin scripture to upgrade the martial arts secrets he bought from street stalls or Taobao into real versions that were even more powerful than the originals.
Even though he and Su Lin act like good friends in the group and look inappropriate, he is actually a kind-hearted person.
But since it wasn't Gu Yue Fang Zheng, the interest was much less. Although the character of 'Fang Yuan' had been broken, Su Lin didn't plan to change his ID back first. Instead, he continued to send messages in the group: "@Li Changshou@Yang Jian, why don't you two speak? Are you worried about being involved in karma, or triggering the rules to attract evil spirits?"
One is a coward, the other is a scheming man. It is understandable without them saying anything. Su Lin didn't even need to ask to know whether Yang Jian was the one he knew. After all, a certain Crow Heavenly Lord had decided on the copyright issue.
Yang Jian, Yang Jian.
The background of the other party's world is mysterious revival, similar to Fang Zheng upstairs, but he has a parchment scroll in his hand, and the horror he faces is more difficult than Fang Zheng's.
"The five evil worlds, hell is empty."
There are no immortals or gods to save the world, only the constantly resurrected weirdness. Moreover, the weirdness over there is not a normal "soul", but a product of the fusion of rules, mechanisms and idealistic things. It cannot be killed. If you want to fight against the weirdness, you can only become the weirdness.
As for the final ending, Gao and Su Lin, as scholars, borrowed from the original movie script and incorporated it into the movie.
——That’s right, Yang Jian became Yang Jian, and he hunted the immortals… er, it ended the era of evil spirits. Okay.
Logically speaking, Song Shuhang's close friend Gao Moumou was at least one-third responsible for writing that script.
Anyway, it has come to this, I’ll just stab Klein first.
As for Li Changshou.
Han Li Plus.
"Yang Jian and Taibai Jinxing are both from your Heavenly Palace, Mr. Emperor." Klein's surfing intensity in the modern world far exceeded others' imagination. After all, he was a homebody and didn't need to practice when he returned to the modern world. He spent most of his time staying in his rental house.
It is beautifully called: stable mental state.
"Don't cue me, I am the Heavenly Buddha of Lingshan." Su Lin said.
Klein couldn't deny Su Lin's words. He was just joking. "Then I'll post their information."
"Row."
Xiaoqiong Peak, underground secret room.
"Chat group? Could it be that Penguin's business has expanded to this extent?"
Li Changshou used various escape techniques to move to a secret place. He counted with his fingers and found that there was no disturbance in the world.
The method of dispelling illusions, the technique of clearing the spirit platform, and the props of concealing the secrets of the sky.
He frowned, and there was no trace of joy on his face for obtaining the treasure. Instead, his thoughts were in a mess.
Things whose traces had been slowly erased by time reappear.
"England has come up with all of them. Are they all time travelers like me, or is it a modern world similar to my past life?"
"I don't think he will be involved in any major events."
Li Changshou smiled bitterly. The man's tone sounded as if he knew him very well.
I originally wanted to change my name, but now it seems that changing it will be of no use.
"Let me discuss something. Can you transfer the binding to my paper figurine?"
Why is this thing directly tied to my body?
The main body's mind consciousness can move back and forth, but it is impossible to change the bound device. This is not scientific at all.
"Alas," Li Changshou sighed.
He doesn't ask for a great opportunity, but only for a safe and peaceful life. He hasn't even avoided the bad things in his own world, and this chat group has found him again.
Then again, are the people in this group all using their real names?
Xiao Yan, the older brother of three years; Ye Fan, the Mercedes-Benz...Emperor Ye Tian; Han Li, the steady and unrivaled!
Be low-key, cautious and steady, and we all have a bright future.
How come there is anime (humane swear word) and Marvel? !
"I am not a character in a book, I wish I could get some information in advance."
The memories and ways of thinking of modern people who have died are becoming increasingly clear and skilled.
Gu Yue Fang Yuan, his brother is Gu Yue Fang Zheng. Wait a minute.
Wait a moment! ! !
Gu Yue Fang Yuan: "Fang Zheng! My dear brother, I have a treasure that can replenish Qi and blood. Do you want it?"
Fang Zheng: "I'm not Gu Yue Fang Zheng, stay away from me bro!!!"
Gu Yue Fang Yuan: "You called me brother before, come on, good brother, open the door and I will come to find you."
First Marquis Fang Zheng: "Brother, you really got the wrong person. You are looking for Gu Yue Fang Zheng, what does it have to do with me, the First Marquis Fang Zheng of the Night Travel Envoy?"
Wuwei Marquis Yueshan: "What a coincidence, brother, you are also a marquis? Then we have to meet, the three of us are really destined to meet. @Yang Jian, brother, why don't you say anything? Come over here and I will teach you the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills and the Fighting Magical Ability!"
"When the God of River Crabs returns one day, we may be able to work together to find a glimmer of hope for survival."
Hot and suffocating.
The body bag was sealed so well that it made people feel like they couldn't breathe.
Yang Jian even suspected that he was having an illusion. After the information window popped up again, Yang Jian quickly closed it.
Three hours passed, and even if he used the power of his ghost eyes, he couldn't make the things he saw disappear.
Except for some pop-up interfaces and messages, most of the time, the screen in front of me can be controlled by myself, and it doesn't seem to be affected by any evil spirits.
But that's just a look.
Most of the time he would just glance at the message when it popped up and then closed it, not daring to really immerse his eyes or attention in it.
Nowadays, even ghosts will take the initiative to spread their own rules online, so what else can't be done?
Yang Jian took out the parchment scroll and looked at the contents on it. Surprisingly, the information had not changed at all.
“I’ve only been in Huanggang Village for three days, and I’m already at my wits’ end.”
“But I was disappointed that I didn’t get what I wanted from it.”
"Maybe I will die here."
Looking at the contents on the parchment, Yang Jian now has two choices. One is to try to make a deal with this thing; the other is to take a look and, based on the information that originally existed in his mind,
"I see something strange in my eyes now. Are you sure I'm not affected by a ghost?" Yang Jian gritted his teeth and said, "If I were affected by a ghost, you would stay here too."
The information on the parchment scroll changed, and Yang Jian stared at it closely, not missing a single word.
"I had only been in Huanggang Village for three days, but I was already experiencing hallucinations and showing signs of losing my mind. To verify that I was awake, I took out the parchment scroll."
“But I was disappointed that I didn’t get what I wanted from it.”
"Maybe I will die here."
very good!
A hint of joy appeared in Yang Jian's eyes. He took a deep breath, made a decision, and began to open the thing called the Zhutian Chat Group according to his own will.
My daily routine is messed up again, but my cough is much better. Everyone, please still wear a mask when going out and taking public transportation.
(End of this chapter)