Zhang Cheng calmed down, called out all the yang qi in the dantian, filling every corner of his body, and suddenly felt that there was inexhaustible strength in his body.
"Come on" He stepped out with one foot quickly, and the door god flashed like a golden light, and a sharp aura slashed down his head.
However, Zhang Cheng was fully skilled at this time, and his reaction speed was faster than just now, and he had already avoided it sideways before the sword qi fell.
The "poof" sword qi fell to the ground, and a few sparks actually splashed, and the cyan square bricks were instantly cut in half like tofu.
Zhang Cheng's footsteps did not stop, and after dodging the sword qi, he stepped a little under his feet and continued to run towards the wooden door.
There was a series of explosions around the "pop pop", as if an invisible steel whip was waving back and forth.
Zhang Cheng's face was expressionless, the ghost light in his two eyes shot out more than a foot long, although he couldn't see the steel whip, but the subtle fluctuations in the air could not escape his ghost eyes, and he turned over to dodge before the steel whip fell.
Like a ghost, his figure moves back and forth in the three-meter-wide alley, dodging the attacks of the door god while approaching the gate in a zigzag "Z" pattern.
The current scene looks dangerous, and there are a few times when the sword qi is only a few millimeters away from Zhang Cheng's neck, but all the way over, except for the corner of his clothes being cut off a little, he himself has no.
However, the floor of the alley was in bad shape, as if it had been crushed by a heavy roller, and all the tiles were shattered, and even the walls on both sides were deeply swordsmanlike.
"Just these two tricks, I thought it was awesome" Zhang Cheng finally rushed to the door, laughed evilly, stretched out his hands, and quickly stretched out to the two portraits.
As soon as the palm of his hand made contact with the portrait, Zhang Cheng felt a burning pain in his palm, and puffs of black smoke poured out from between his fingers, and the air was instantly filled with a smell of burning.
"If you dare to blaspheme, you will be damned" Two thunderous roars suddenly sounded in his ears, and the characters in the portrait seemed to be about to come back to life, his eyes were open, and he glared at Zhang Cheng angrily.
"Blasphemy is a fart who dares to touch my friend, even if it is Lord Yama, Lao Tzu will beat me so much that I don't even know my mother" Zhang Cheng sneered, did not hesitate for a moment, held back the pain in his heart, and tore it down "Ahh The two door god statues were torn off the gate by him, several of them were torn to pieces, and the golden light dissipated instantly.
Zhang Cheng snorted, blew his nose with the door god statue in his hand, rubbed it and threw it on the ground like waste paper.
I pushed open the gate and walked in, and there was a small courtyard with a few large trees planted in the corner, and the canopy of the trees shaded the sky, even though it was daytime, the small courtyard was dark, and it looked like evening.
Zhang Cheng walked all the way inside, and there were three tiled houses in the courtyard, and a wooden sign was hung on the gate of one of the middle rooms.
"Heaven and Earth Paper Tie Walk" Is it a funeral shop, no wonder this alley is called the coffin alley.
After approaching, he found that the door was not closed, Zhang Cheng looked inside, and found that there was a coffin in the middle of the hall, on the left side of the coffin was a wreath and paper figures, and on the right side was full of incense, candles, and paper money.
He thought about it, and now he couldn't be sure that this was the foothold of Yang Lao, so it was better to see clearly before he started, so he knocked on the door.
"Is anyone there?"
"Hey anyone" "Is there anyone who can gasp, come out and squeak" "What is the noise" Zhang Cheng shouted three times in a row, before a male voice came from the back of the store, and shouted impatiently: "If you don't do business today, you have to buy things and go elsewhere" Zhang Cheng was overjoyed when he heard it, isn't this the voice of Yang Lao, it seems that he has really found the right place He walked straight inside, walked to the innermost curtain, and lifted it up.
There was not much space in the funeral shop, and a man was half-lying on a bamboo chair with an ice pack on the door of his head.
As if hearing footsteps, the man turned his head and said angrily: "You are deaf and told you not to do business today."
Before he finished speaking, the man was suddenly stunned, grinning loudly, and Zhang Cheng was a little stunned when he saw it.
This voice is indeed Yang Lao's, but the person in front of him looks to be in his early forties at most, and his hair is oily and black, how can there be a little bit of Yang Lao's gray hair and wrinkled face.
The man was stunned for a few seconds and then suddenly returned to normal, waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay, it's also urgent to see you like this, so I'll do your business, buy a coffin or a wreath."
"The coffin too, the wreath too."
Zhang Cheng thought about it and said with a smile.
"Oh" The middle-aged man lowered his head, put his right hand into his jacket pocket, and asked lightly: "What texture does the coffin have, how tall is the deceased, and what words are written on the wreath?"
"The coffin is made according to your figure, and the wreath is written that the liar will not die well, what do you think" As soon as Zhang Cheng's words fell, the middle-aged man suddenly jumped up, and with a wave of his right hand, a large cloud of white powder suddenly enveloped Zhang Cheng.
A choking smell permeated the surroundings, Zhang Cheng didn't expect this guy to say that he would do it, although he immediately retreated, but his body was still stained with a little white powder, and he immediately felt a little stiff in his body, just like the zombie phenomenon when he just died.
"What the hell" He wanted to slap the white ash off his body, but the middle-aged man moved faster, and a handful of powder was sprinkled on Zhang Cheng's body, and now his hands began to disobey the call, and he didn't lift it for a long time.
"Haha, I was just about to trouble you, but I didn't expect you to send it to the door by yourself" The middle-aged man looked at Zhang Cheng and laughed proudly, "I already felt the corpse qi on your body in the ghost market just now, and I didn't go to the Yin Si to report when I died, I actually dared to take someone's corpse, and you were brave enough to borrow the corpse to return the soul, do you know that if you do this, you will be punished by the copper pillar peeling when you go to the Yin Si" Zhang Cheng looked at the middle-aged man expressionlessly, "Is Sister Xiaoman in your hands?"
"Sister Xiaoman" The middle-aged man tilted his head and said jokingly: "Is it the little female ghost who is following me, this girl is stupid, she thought I couldn't see it, and she dared to get into my car directly."
The middle-aged man walked to a row of shelves next to him, took down a small gourd the size of a palm from it, put it in his hand and shook it.
"Bastard bastard, let me out, let me tell you, my husband is a ghost corpse, not only a bronze corpse, but also a powerful ghost, you dare to lock me up here, be careful that my husband picks your skin, smokes your tendons, and then takes your head to use as a toilet" Hearing Ye Xiaoman's scolding, Zhang Chengcai breathed a long sigh of relief, and his hanging heart finally let go.
This dead girl, who dared to scold so hard after being locked up, really didn't know how to say that she was good However, these few husbands screamed quite vigorously, and Zhang Cheng felt that his vanity was fully satisfied in an instant
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