"Before answering your question, why should I believe that you are not a trick created by ghosts?"

"The flaws on the ghost were so obvious just now, but you didn't take action for a long time. There must be something wrong with that."

Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile, but in the eyes of outsiders, he was a dark demon ape with a god-hatred ghost-hadowed ghost-hadowed evil spirit.

Zhang Ze was a little scared by the momentum of the demon ape that hates gods and ghosts in front of him, as if he was not a demon ape in front of him, but a heart ape that everyone dared to face the most. The heart ape made a fuss in the Heavenly Palace, escaped from the shackles, and stared at him like a ferocious god, causing him to lose his mind for a moment, and subconsciously retreated half a step behind his feet.

"Oh no!" As soon as he took a step back, Zhang Ze immediately reacted and his face changed. Didn't his retreat confirm his guilt?

Zhang Ze was in pain. Now the misunderstanding is huge and the trouble is getting bigger. Fang Zheng wouldn't mistake him for a ghost, and violently broke his neck like the two villagers in front, right?

Brother Monkey, you should return our Lilac No. 4 to us again.

Although Lilac No. 4 is not reliable,

But at least Lilac No. 4 looks kind and much more friendly.

Facing the dark Monkey Brother, I can’t stand Yali!!

"It's true that there's something wrong." The demon ape tweaked white mist with his arms, and two scarlet blood rays in his eyes, beating fiercely in his eyes.

"Monkey, Monkey Brother, no, it's Fang Zheng. If I say that things are not what you imagined, I don't know if you believe it?" Zhang Ze explained anxiously.

Fang Zheng: "If you want me to believe you, too."

Zhang Ze was happy.

Fang Zheng: "But! Let's check a secret code first." ??

Confused face.

When will their operation have a secret code?

Why doesn't he know?

Zhang Ze was confused and questioning with the black man at this moment. Could it be that they were walking on false sins?

Are you taking a fake task?

"Richness, democracy, civilization, freedom... You can recite the next few points of the core socialist values. If you can recite the core socialist values ​​intact, I believe you." Fang Zheng looked at Zhang Ze with vigilance and said seriously with a serious and serious face.

Although everyone has green on their heads, this is the most obvious sign of their own people.

But out of rigor, Fang Zheng felt that it was necessary to check his identity again.

Zhang Ze: "..."

Zhang Ze almost had the urge to vomit blood.

Have you ever seen a living person who recites the core socialist values ​​in the spiritual world of the dead?

Sure enough, the Monkey Brother in front of him is Fang Zheng, and the aura of Fang Zheng is something that ordinary people cannot learn.

The strong desire to survive began to make Zhang Ze ponder on what the next points of the core socialist values ​​are.

"Patriotism, integrity, friendship...equality, legal system, justice..."

"harmonious!"

Zhang Ze was sweating all over his head, and finally finished speaking, then looked at Fang Zheng with an expectant look on his face. Is this possible? I feel sorry for anyone who can recite the core socialist values ​​without any trouble. He has to thank the university, and as soon as he enters the school gate, he will be the core socialist values.

"No, you missed a little." Fang Zheng's serious face fell into Zhang Ze's eyes, but the demon ape was staring at his neck with bad eyes, as if he was about to break his neck in the next second.

hat?!

If I hadn't been afraid of not beating Brother Monkey, Yan Zhangze would have already had the urge to hit someone.

Zhang Ze was sweating profusely when he thought.

"Dedicated!" Zhang Ze finally made up for the last point.

"It's indeed socialist people." Fang Zheng finally put down his vigilance.

Zhang Ze was full of tears.

Afterwards, Fang Zheng explained the situation in front of him.

It turned out that as the words of the witch Zhang, he lay in the middle of the corpse, closed his eyes and waited for the so-called yin walk. As a result, not long after closing his eyes, he noticed something was wrong in the mourning hall. As soon as he opened his eyes, he found that there was a strange thick fog around him.

When he turned around again, Zhao Yongda's body disappeared, but the bride's body was tied to the bed with hemp ropes.

He felt something was wrong, so he got up and started to go to the mourning hall, slowly exploring in the yard, looking for the way to the yard gate.

Then, the scene later as Zhang Ze saw. When Fang Zheng touched the wall behind the courtyard, he heard the movement outside. Listening to Zhang Ze’s conversation with the villagers, he was worried that Zhang Ze would encounter danger, so he took action decisively. Although the few people were competitors, it was not the time to have any differences tonight. Moreover, Zhang Ze appeared here, which means that the trio also discovered the strange white fog situation and came to find him before he fell into the thick fog.

After explaining, Fang Zheng asked Zhang Ze again, asking him what he was thinking just now, why the two villagers' ghosts were so obvious, why he was slow to take action, and even let the ghosts get so close.

Zhang Ze used the dry cough to hide his a little embarrassment and replied: "At that time, I also noticed some problems with the two villagers. Why did they suddenly notice us? They would not leave messages to us before and would not approach us actively. But in this strange thick fog everywhere, I suddenly noticed us, not only spoke actively, but also approached us actively."

"You can see that there is something wrong, and you still stand still. Are you a monster of experience for people who are wooden stakes?" Fang Zheng thought to himself that this guy is not in a normal state, right?

"I'm not afraid that if the guess is wrong and if the wrong villagers are killed, it will cause Li Sishui's memory to be unstable?" Zhang Ze defended.

Fang Zheng looked at Zhang Ze speechlessly: "Tell me honestly, how many times have you killed ghosts so far? It was when you were alone."

"16." Zhang Ze took it for granted.

It seems that this result is already very proud to him.

But what he got was Fang Zheng, who really nodded: "It turns out that he has no practical experience."

Zhang Ze was dissatisfied. What does it mean to have no practical experience: "Sixteen are already very good!"

"Now is the early stage of spiritual energy revival. Everyone is racing against time to practice and win at the starting line. Who will waste the precious early stage of development on meaningless battles? I don't believe that except for the national combat part, who will take the initiative to find ghosts and hit ghosts like moths to fire."

"After all, combat experience can be slowly cultivated in the future, and the key is to quickly accumulate cultivation in the early stage."

Fang Zheng curled his lips.

"Remember, some valuable life-and-death battle experience cannot be cultivated after the later stage of cultivation. When your strength increases, the enemies you encounter will be masters, and fighting between masters is often fatal. As for finding those with low strength, it has no practical significance."

Zhang Ze was not convinced and continued to defend himself: "Of course we understand this principle, but the mainstream idea now is that we should work hard to practice in the early stage, first surpass others at the starting point, and then slowly cultivate practical experience."

"It seems like you are very coquettish, so how many ghosts have you killed?"

Fang Zheng turned around and was about to look for the other two, leaving only an understatement: "There is no one thousand, there are three or four hundred."

Late!!

"Are you sure you are like us, all folk awakeners?"
Chapter completed!