Chapter 17 The Corpse Scarecrow

As Pan Du and Linghu Yong's boss, Zhao Xingguo naturally had a few tricks up his sleeve. His greatest reliance, and also his greatest secret, was the door on his back.

Like Linghu Yong, he was a disciple of the door.

But the ability of the door within him was special. It couldn't directly affect himself, but it could imprison the doors of other disciples, even ghosts, causing their abilities to temporarily fail.

The prerequisite was that he had to touch the other party.

Touch the other party's physical form.

Now... he stared at the straw man in his hand, a look of relief appearing on his sweat-covered face. It was all over.

After realizing that he was being targeted by a ghost, Zhao Xingguo never just thought about escaping. What he wanted was to find the ghost's physical form as soon as possible and then restrict it.

Only in this way would Pan Du and Linghu Yong have a chance to survive.

Therefore, he had been following the ghost's design, always enduring, just waiting for the last chance, a chance to kill with one blow!

Fortunately, he finally waited.

At the last moment, he confirmed the ghost's location and immediately took action to restrict it.

According to his idea, this place was also a dream created by the ghost. After the ghost was restricted, the dream would end.

And that was the case. The disappeared door and road reappeared. The door was wide open, and outside was the cold moonlight.

He wasn't interested in Chen Qiang. Pan Du and Linghu Yong's bodies should have been taken back to the police station by the police, so his next step was to take the ghost's physical form to the police station.

Without delay, he clutched the straw man in his hand, not daring to relax for a moment, turned and walked outside, pushing aside the hanging corpse scarecrows after passing them.

He had only taken a few steps when he suddenly stopped, and then, as if suddenly realizing something, his body couldn't help but tremble.

Just now, he casually pushed aside the obstructive corpse scarecrows. He couldn't remember the exact number, but there were three or four in total, but...

He raised his head. There was still some distance between him and the door, and in front of him, there were still several corpse scarecrows hanging.

Perhaps it was due to the light, leaving only black silhouettes. He counted them one by one, "1, 2, 3... 4, 4... 5!"

Five scarecrows!

None missing. Zhao Xingguo's mind buzzed. What had he pushed aside just now?!

His throat bobbed, and he turned his stiff neck, slowly turning his head back. Just a few centimeters behind his nose, a corpse scarecrow swayed slightly.

What made Zhao Xingguo even more desperate was that the corpse scarecrow was wearing a pair of red embroidered shoes on its feet, which were very dazzling in the hazy darkness.

They had checked before, and all the corpse scarecrows were not wearing shoes, only the corresponding clothes.

Trembling, he raised his head and met a distorted and eerie smiling face, looking down at him.

The corners of its mouth twitched and wriggled, and its mouth opened at an incredible angle, the inside pitch black, like a black hole that devoured everything, "Hehe, Zhao Xingguo!"

"Ah...! Aaaah...!"

After a moment of screams, everything returned to silence.

......

"Zhao Xingguo, he..." In a room inside the Dache Inn, several people were gathered together. Huai Yi's eyes were filled with a mixture of regret and lingering fear.

Fu Fu sat on the communal bed, gulping down water. Jiang Cheng sat at the table, holding a coarse teacup in his hand, taking a small sip.

"Zhao Xingguo is dead." Putting down the teacup, Jiang Cheng replied in an unquestionable tone.

The fatty looked very cautious, his chubby face squeezed into a ball. He asked in a very serious voice, "Did you see his body?"

"We didn't see the body, but we saw his portrait." Fu Fu's voice came from another direction, "It's placed next to Master Feng and Madam Feng's portraits. Do you want to go take a look?"

Just as they were about to leave, they caught a glimpse of two more black and white photos next to Master Feng's portrait.

One was of Zhao Xingguo, and the other... was of the young man who let them into the Feng mansion.

It was precisely because of the appearance of the other photo that Jiang Cheng and the others immediately abandoned their plan to go to the gate and meet the young man.

Things were already very clear. The young man was dead, just like Pan Du and Linghu Yong. The person who appeared before was a ghost.

Hearing this, the fatty sighed and said, "What a pity. Not only did we not find anything, but we also lost a teammate."

Now, including Luo He who was imprisoned, they had lost five teammates one after another.

Pan Du, Linghu Yong, Chen Qiang, plus Zhao Xingguo.

Of the original three teams, one team had been completely wiped out.

"You... didn't see other people's photos, did you?" Huai Yi glanced to the side, hinting at something.

The kettle in Fu Fu's hand slammed against the wooden board on the edge of the communal bed with a "bang," and some water splashed out. "Damn, he'll die before she does!" Fu Fu cursed.

Since returning, Fu Fu's temper had become increasingly irritable. Everyone could tolerate it before, but now, it was really a bit too much.

Huai Yi wasn't without a temper either, but he had changed a lot after meeting Jiang Cheng.

But being ordered around by a little girl again and again, even the best temper couldn't stand it.

With his blood rushing to his head, he completely forgot his previous fear of Luo He and the night watchman. "Who are you talking about?!" Huai Yi slammed the table and shouted, pointing at Fu Fu.

"I'm talking about you! So what?!" Unexpectedly, Fu Fu stood up abruptly, shouting even louder than him.

"What's going on? Calm down, calm down." Pi Ruan hurried over to smooth things over. In the end, the fatty and Pi Ruan each persuaded one, and the scene finally quieted down.

During this process, Jiang Cheng did not interrupt or express his opinion, because another matter had attracted his attention.

It had nothing to do with ghosts.

It was Fu Fu.

Although he frequented nightclubs, Jiang Cheng always believed that his main profession was a psychologist. From his years of medical experience, Fu Fu's personality was very strange.

She seemed to have a very bad temper, often getting angry over trivial matters, and her behavior was rude, and she cursed at every turn, but Jiang Cheng always had a feeling that she didn't really want to be like this deep down, but something was interfering with her, forcing her to be this way.

If she couldn't vent her anger in time and it accumulated in her body, it would cause terrible consequences.

"Terrible..." Jiang Cheng frowned immediately, as if he had just realized something, "Why do I feel it's terrible?"

"And why do I think she's being forced, and her bad temper isn't her intention?"

"Also, why am I so sure that something is interfering with her..."

In Jiang Cheng's memory, he had never met Fu Fu, let alone known anything about her, but subconsciously, the depths of his brain had already made an analysis and given a result in advance.

After coming to this world, strange and even absurd images would pop up in the depths of Jiang Cheng's mind from time to time, as if the lock in his memory was loosening.