Although the transaction did not proceed, it had no intention of attacking the two of them.
It seems that it is not the kind of spirit of law that will actively attack people, even if it is powerful, it is not very harmful.
"Captain, wait for me, wait for me."
Just thinking about it.
The foursome who escaped from the coffin shop in embarrassment.
No, it's a trio now, and one of their team members has died in the coffin shop.
The three of them were holding a stick of white wax and were being chased by a funeral paper figurine.
Seeing Zhang Heng and the other two, the captain was stunned for a moment.
It seemed that the three people who were originally planning to walk eastward from the intersection suddenly reversed their steps when they saw the two of them, and ran towards this direction with their heads down.
"Old man, we are being targeted by a ghost from behind. Help us stop it. I still have a white candle in my bag. It will be yours after the incident."
The leader shouted when he was far away.
Zhang Heng remained motionless.
He looked at the three of them quietly.
The three of them ran past him in a hurry. The moment they passed each other, the captain shouted again: "Thank you, old man. We will meet on the boat after we get out. I will never break my promise with a white candle."
Finished.
He ran away without looking back.
"White candle!"
Zhang Heng's eyes were playful.
It seems that after the three of them exchanged the white candle from the coffin shop, they relied on the white candle to ward off ghosts and broke into a forbidden place in the village.
Maybe he got some treasure, but it also attracted the paper man to chase him.
The paper figure was one meter tall, wearing a high hat, painted red cheeks, and holding a mourning stick in his hand.
There is a strong red fierce light between his eyes, and even if he does nothing, he can tell by his appearance that he is not easy to mess with.
"Grandpa Zhang, be careful."
The paper man chased behind the three of them.
As the three of them ran past Zhang Heng, the paper man chasing after them also arrived.
It was obviously not a civilized ghost like a salesman. As soon as it got closer, the paper man raised the mourning stick in his hand. Even though Zhang Heng did nothing, he also assumed a posture of about to attack.
"The trouble is diverted to the east."
"Young people don't follow martial ethics."
Looking at the three people running away, Zhang Heng shook his head slightly.
To put it nicely, if you go out and give them a white candle, you have to go out.
The three of them knew what kind of strength the two of them had. If they were inferior in skill, they would be beaten to death by the paper man.
Zhang Heng is not a three-year-old child, so how can he not know what the three people are planning.
If the two of them had the skills, they could survive the paper man's attack and return to the ship smoothly.
Of course, if you give a white candle, you give it.
On the contrary, if you don't have the ability, you can't get out, and you will die in the hands of the paper man.
That's because the two of them have bad luck. Without this blessing, the three of them would not suffer any loss, life or death.
pity.
They must have bumped into the wrong person.
Zhang Heng stomped the crutch in his hand, and time went back another fifteen seconds.
"Old man, we are being targeted by ghosts from behind. Help us..."
Fifteen seconds ago.
The two sides just met.
Just as the captain at the head was about to speak, he saw Zhang Heng scratching the ground with his crutch.
...draw the ground as a prison...
The next second.
The three people who were about to bypass the two of them and continue running hit an invisible wall directly, causing them to flip over.
"Damn, where did the wall come from?"
The leader of the team was like a widower.
The three of them groped forward in a panic. There was nothing in front of them, but they couldn't take that step.
Wow!!
The paper man caught up.
It held the mourning stick high, like beating stubborn old corn, and hit the three of them on the head.
Juice flew everywhere, how could it be such a tragic word, and the three of them were beaten to death in the blink of an eye.
"Grandpa Zhang..."
Yang Nuonuo was startled.
She thought that Zhang Heng would not be able to save people, but she did not expect that Zhang Heng would block the space and block the three people, causing them to be beaten to death by the paper figures.
This is simply simple.
Take a look at Yang Nuonuo.
Zhang Heng did not explain.
In the adult world, there are not so many whys.
If you can't understand it, that's your problem.
"Hmm."
"Lied to me!!"
Wait until the paper man beats the three people to death.
Zhang Heng reached out and grabbed the backpacks of the three of them.
Open it and take a look.
There is only a pair of red embroidered shoes in the backpack, and there is no white candle anywhere.
It seems that it is really a blank talk, and it can fool everyone.
"You know when people are most embarrassed when they lie?"
Zhang Heng threw the red embroidered shoes to Yang Nuonuo and said softly: "When the lie is exposed."
Finished.
Zhang Heng added: "Time is a good thing. It allows people to keep trying and making mistakes. It's a pity that I have many choices and they don't."
If there is a white candle in the backpack.
Zhang Heng will restart time again, because the three people did not lie to him, and there is really a white candle in the backpack that can be given to him.
Now.
This is no longer necessary.
These are bad boys who deceived him, an old man who is more than a thousand years old.
What did Du Fu say?
A group of children in the south village deceived me because I was old and weak, but I could not stand it and was called a thief.
It is true that the world is deteriorating and people's hearts are not as old as they used to be.
"It's better for you..."
Zhang Heng looked at the paper man who was trapped deep in the prison of the painting, unable to get out or walk away, and could only patrol back and forth: "You seem to be quite sincere."
Reach out and grab it.
Zhang Heng's hands are not big, and the paper figures are not small either.
But as he grabbed it, the paper figure became smaller and smaller in his hand, and soon became the size of a cigarette box, and he grabbed it in his hand.
trade...
Zhang Heng handed the paper man in his hand to the salesman.
The salesman readily agreed.
Then he rummaged through the cargo box and found a rattle and handed it to Zhang Heng.
"are you serious?"
Zhang Heng looked disgusted.
The rattle looks ordinary, with a big hole on one side.
Although it is a legal item, the rules for its use are also quite strange: shaking the rattle can hide its own presence for 10 seconds, but be careful that the sound will reveal your position.
It's really weird.
Although Zhang Heng has not researched whether the paper man chasing the three people is the spirit of the law or an object of the law.
But its level is obviously not low, and it has the strength to destroy a team of ordinary pilots.
Such an existence can only be exchanged for such a thing in the hands of a salesman. This is not an exchange of equal value. This is a bandit.
You said you can just rob me.
It's so embarrassing that you have to give me something.
"Bring it to you."
Zhang Heng tried twice.
I have lost patience with the salesman.
What he hates most in his life is profiteers, which means he has the ability to reshape when he has time. Otherwise, if someone else comes over, he will have to let the salesman vomit blood.
If you are in the first year of junior high school, don't blame others for being in the fifteenth year.
Zhang Heng was very interested in the salesman's cargo box. Before that, he had wondered whether it would be bad if he robbed it.
Watch now.
Evil people must be punished by evil people, but he wanted to see if bandits and profiteers were more evil than he, a warlord of the Republic of China.
"Um!"
Zhang Heng grabbed him.
His right hand passed directly through the layers of space and landed on the salesman's cargo box.
A tug.
It didn't even move.
It's a bit interesting. He seemed to grab it casually, but what he held in his hand was the power of time and space.
The salesman was actually able to fight with him. It seemed that its level of terror was very high. If a captain like Zhang Yanran came here, I am afraid that the salesman would capture him as soon as he took action and put him in the cargo box.
"Those who steal hooks will be punished, and those who steal the country will be martyred."
"When I was stocking up on guns and cannons, Fu Sheng Boundless Heavenly Master, you were still selling Cross-Bridge Rice Noodles. Bring them to you."
Zhang Heng yanked hard.
Under his grasp, the figure of the salesman began to become illusory, and only the cargo box became more real.
Or.
The peddler himself does not exist, what is meaningful is the cargo box, and the peddler is just a ghost slave controlled by the cargo box.
Snapped...
Somewhere in the air, it seemed like something had been torn off.
The next second.
The cargo box was caught in Zhang Heng's hand.
He felt it quietly.
There are not many legal items in the cargo box, only six items.
He traded the paper figures, seven candles, a box of unknown black dirty blood, a cursed dagger with precious stones, an incense burner, and a bracelet to the salesman.
"Uh-huh."
"The goods in the cargo box mean nothing. This cargo box is the real treasure. Whoever holds it is equivalent to the second salesman. In addition to people, he can also make deals with ghosts. Without attacking ghosts,
There is also a high probability that it will not be attacked by ghosts, so it is considered a good treasure."
Zhang Heng’s research 12.
If he wanted to, he could now carry the cargo box on his back, become the second peddler, wander around the land of laws, and complete the original accumulation of blood.
certainly.
There are also restrictions.
Salesmen cannot engage in loss-making business.
In other words, something you buy for one dollar must be sold for more than one dollar.
You can only make money, not lose money.
The more you earn, the more control you have over your cargo boxes.
If you lose money or can't sell anything, then I'm sorry, the cargo box will eat you.
"Too much."
"The salesman is related to the prosperity of Hongbai Village. If you take him away, why don't you ask us?"
Zhang Henggang captured the salesman.
Looking back, three old people were walking not far away.
They were all wearing long coats, and the style of their clothes was very simple. One of them made Zhang Heng a little distracted.
"you..."
Zhang Heng looked at the old woman standing in the middle among the three.
very familiar.
And it's very familiar.
I thought about it again and again and looked at it again and again.
Zhang Heng was a little unsure and asked tentatively: "Are you... An Yuyu?"
The old woman said coldly: "You old ghost, what are you pretending to be? If I hadn't been blessed by you back then, I wouldn't have been reduced to this situation."
Well...
Zhang Heng was speechless.
It seemed that this old woman who seemed familiar to him was really An Yuyu during the Republic of China.
How could she hide here and become the master of the restricted area in Hongbai Village, a land of laws?
A bit messy.
After Zhang Hengzhen's spirit descended into the world, he did not inherit the memory of his predecessor.
Judging from the meaning behind An Yuyu's words, did they fall apart halfway?
Or.
The predecessor here was not like it was in his time.
The real Zhang Heng bought four maids during the Republic of China and named them Spring, Summer, Autumn and Dong.
An Yuyu was one of them, and she was named Xia Zhu by him, and she was his personal maid.
What's going on here.
Could it be that this predecessor in the Republic of China did not buy An Yuyu back from Renzhuang as a maid, but that she was bought by someone else, and later became the driver by chance, and embarked on a hostile path with the predecessor?
The memory is blank.
It's hard to handle without inheriting the memory.
The An Yuyu in front of him couldn't match up with the person in his memory, and he felt very torn apart.
And just when he was thinking about whether to capture him and then use dream magic and hypnosis to control the memory of this old woman's version of An Yuyu.
An Yuyu's expression changed and she said solemnly: "You are not an old ghost!"
"Um?"
Zhang Heng's eyes narrowed.
He is Zhang Heng, and his predecessor is also him, but he is not his predecessor.
So to a certain extent, it is correct to say that he is not the Zhang Heng that everyone remembers.
"Who are you?"
I don't know how she saw it.
The tone is very affirmative.
And as she became more determined, the surrounding scenery began to become blurry.
Zhang Heng looked to both sides.
Red and white village, red and white village.
This is one village, but also two villages.
It is composed of red village and white village.
On the Red Village side, the houses flashed and turned into sedan chairs.
On the other side of Bai Village, the walls fell down and the trees withered, and it turned into a graveyard in an instant.
"Illusion?"
"Or distort reality?"
Zhang Heng was a little surprised.
Hearing his words, the elderly version of An Yuyu's face became colder and colder: "You don't even know the laws of mind that I can control. You are really not an old ghost."
Zhang Heng was silent again.
How to explain this? In fact, he is really Zhang Heng, but it is difficult to explain, and not many people will believe it.
Because it's too tortuous, I am him, he is not me.
Think about it.
Zhang Heng gave up.
The language was pale, but the power was more direct, so he said: "You can take action."
"Sister, you said we can settle things, there's no need to fight."
"Yes, although we are also drivers who came from the Republic of China, and we are more salty than those little guys outside, but there are also high and low drivers in the Republic of China. If you expect us to fight Lao Zhangtou,
You think highly of us."
Don't wait for An Yuyu to make a move.
The two old men standing behind her backed down.
A person's name, a tree's shadow.
His predecessor was known as the number one person in the Republic of China. This title was not given by others, but was gained by actual fighting.
The two old men are also antiques from the Republic of China period.
Although I have never fought against Zhang Heng, I have heard about how powerful he is.
They are hiding in the land of laws and incarnating themselves in strange ways for what purpose, other than just seeking stability.
After living for more than a hundred years, I finally realized that everything else is false, and that living is the most important thing.
"Go quickly..."
I heard what the two of them said.
An Yuyu was not angry, but whispered: "After I go out, I will inform everyone that the old ghost is not the real old ghost. I don't know if he was replaced by something, or if the spirit of law replaced him. In short, it is not the real him.
Let everyone be careful."
Um?
Zhang Heng is not stupid.
How could he not know from An Yuyu's words that his predecessor should have close contact with the circle of drivers during the Republic of China before arranging his funeral arrangements.
He may even be the core of this group of old antiques from the Republic of China, a group of immortals who plot something all day long.
It's just that the plot failed later or they lost confidence.
The predecessor died calmly, and this group of people also hid.
Now he took over and forgot about these people.
In the eyes of this group of people, he is a ghost only if he has no problem.
To say familiar.
The headquarters is an outsider, and Zhang Yanran and Zhang Xingquan are junior members of the Zhang family.
Only these old monsters who are over a hundred years old and have dealt with him are his real acquaintances.
No wonder he was asked something wrong in just two sentences. Although his predecessor was powerful, he was the strongest person in the Republic of China.
But when he faced the red moon, he was still powerless and helpless.
Zhang Heng thinks about it.
The real predecessor should be majestic and unsmiling, but also have a little worry in his eyes.
And he didn't take Hong Yue to heart at all.
Not to mention anything else, just the emotions are not right.
“It’s difficult to paint a dragon or a tiger but a bone.”
“It’s harder to know the heart than to know the person’s face.”
well...
Zhang Heng sighed and said: "It seems that there is a big difference between me and my predecessor. I should be like twin brothers. They look very similar to outsiders, but in the eyes of familiar people, the difference can be seen at a glance, right?
"
quiet...
Hear this.
The two old antiques looked at each other.
I shuddered in my heart, and there was a sudden wind at my feet.
"Walk..."
Without any hesitation, the two old antiques pulled away and retreated.
Because in their opinion, the Zhang Heng who appeared in front of them should be some extremely terrifying and strange existence, occupying the physical body of Old Zhangtou, replacing him, and preparing to carry out some kind of ulterior plot.
Although I don’t know what exactly I am planning.
But it is conceivable that even Lao Zhang’s head is in trouble, and they may not even make a splash if they fill it in.
"Don't worry."
Zhang Heng turned his hand and pressed.
Although he is more Buddhist, he doesn't think the two's escape will cause him any problems.
But he is a person who hates trouble. Furthermore, he has no memory of his predecessor, so he happened to capture a few people and get a glimpse of what kind of person his predecessor was like.
"Space blockade?"
An expert will know if it is there as soon as he takes action.
The old antique who came from the Republic of China may not be the strongest, but he is definitely well-informed.
Zhang Heng flipped his hand.
In everyone's opinion, it was as if the sky had turned upside down.
There is no need to try, there is a feeling of being blocked.
"It's just you."
Zhang Heng reached out and grabbed it.
He grabbed an old man directly, and then his eyes burst into light.
Years go by.
Time is like a revolving lantern, but instead of moving forward, it moves backward.
Just a few breaths.
Zhang Heng witnessed with his own eyes the life of this man named Zheng Fengxin.
He was born in the 32nd year of Guangxu, that is, 1906.
I started out as a boatman and later...
boom!!
Zhang Heng was watching, and suddenly felt that time was disturbed.
Look up.
As soon as he came into view, there were three people standing in front of him who looked exactly like him, but they looked younger than him now, probably when he was sixty or seventy years old.
May all your wishes come true.
Or is it a spiritual manifestation?
Zhang Heng's eyes lit up. Was this a manifestation of his old self?
boom!
No one spoke.
He was answered by three old men who looked exactly like him and had the power of time. They raised their hands at the same time.
"This feeling!"
Following the movements of the three people.
The power of time washes away.
Like an eraser, trying to erase his past and deny his present and future.