Fang Zhuo had an agreement with Zheng Jie, the spy.
The two knew each other before they were born. One is a small unknown sect, and the other is an established sect, the Qingyu Sect. Normally, there should be no friendship between them.
However, Fang Zhuo is loyal and courageous by nature, has a forthright temperament, and likes to make friends with people from all walks of life. His talent is good, and his conduct in life has been recognized by many disciples.
So many disciples at that time had some friendship with him. It happened that Zheng Jie from Qingyu Sect was also in this range.
The two of them had briefly cooperated in some secret realms, and both had a good impression. They believed that each other was not a creature in the pool, and they got to know each other very well, and the relationship was pretty good.
Unexpectedly, these two people would be buried here by such a coincidence, and they would be trapped in this curse together. At the beginning, the two of them refused to accept their fate and were tired of running around trying to find a way out. Quite coincidentally, they have never met each other.
It wasn't until a chance encounter ten years ago that Fang Zhuo discovered this former friend. But this old friend works in the city lord's mansion, and he is involved in an ulterior secret group.
As a result, the two of them had very little contact.
Later, it was Zheng Jie who discovered the clues and came to visit her, and they reconnected with her again. Zheng Jie volunteered to be an undercover agent, but Fang Zhuo didn't know much about him.
For so many years, Fang Zhuo didn't know that this old friend had a junior brother. It's so well hidden.
Fang Zhuo felt a little emotional.
He carefully opened the thick stack of letters. All the living dead in the room were staring at the letter in his hand, curious to know what the other party had brought.
The letter paper was tampered with.
It was Zheng Jie who did it.
This is a secret method that the two of them worked together to obtain in the secret realm. There are probably not many people in the world who can understand it. Probably only he and the dead Zheng Jie know about it.
So the moment he touched the letter, he believed what the other party said. I believe this is indeed what Zheng Jie meant.
The letters were piled on top of each other. Some kind of magic must have been used. When Fang Zhuo opened the letters, a slightly smaller light gray paper envelope fell out.
Fang Zhuo didn't rush to look at the letter in his hand first. He carefully picked up the envelope that fell on the ground and stuffed it into his clothes. He seemed to have no intention of opening it.
For some reason, Ning Xia looked at his expression and felt that the other person seemed to know something, and his brows were filled with clarity and understanding. But his initial surprise, seriousness and suspicion didn't seem to be fake.
Ningxia, who could not understand the development of the plot, had no choice but to continue to "watch".
From Ningxia's perspective, we can see that Fang Zhuo's expression changes very quickly. Shock, bewilderment, suspicion and even a hint of vague fear flashed across this face quickly. The withered hand holding the letter was shaking, indicating the owner's mood.
fear? At first, Ningxia thought she had made a mistake. But that expression was always hidden in his eyes. It was not obvious, but it could not be ignored. Only then did she realize that the other person was really scared.
What kind of information was it that made even the careless Fang Zhuo start to feel afraid.
Ningxia has always known the mentality of these living dead.
Everyone feels that they are already dead anyway. Even if they go out from here, they will probably be demonized by the people outside, so they might as well die completely.
And due to some speculations, they don't know if they can really get out of here. Maybe without the support of some unknown force, they may not be able to hold on outside for a second and they will be wiped out.
After all, no dead person in the world they knew lived like this. Only they would be like this here.
Therefore, all the zombies here are not afraid of wet shoes if they are barefoot. They will die sooner or later, and the final result is that they cannot live. The living dead are merely their excessive gesture, never their final gesture.
They only care about whether they can finally take back their souls from some unknown existence and gain true freedom? After all, only with a complete soul can you get a pass to the underworld.
Those with incomplete souls can only become lonely ghosts or disappear between heaven and earth. By then, even the next life will be their extravagant hope.
So almost all the living dead here are not afraid of death. They were just afraid that their death would be worthless and silent, so they should let them fight against their fate anyway.
What kind of news could make Fang Zhuo, who was fearless, look frightened. What news did the fellow Taoist named Zheng Jie bring?
Nothing else.
He told Fang Zhuo an extremely shocking secret, about the conspiracy here, and about their fate. It was so sensational, even just a few words were enough to make Fang Zhuo tremble.
Although there have been countless terrible speculations before, and they have also grabbed some tails from sporadic things, none of them are definite information. But Zheng Jie's letter mentioned this point, which not only confirmed some of their views, but also brought them another piece of information that could almost defeat them and make it impossible for everyone to stand up.
At this moment, he hoped so much that what Zheng Jie said was false. Because if it is true, none of them has a chance of winning, and they will all be dragged into the bottomless darkness.
He Ming looked at Fang Zhuo worriedly: "What's wrong?" Although they were sitting close to each other, He Ming could not see the font of the letter. I don’t know what spell the other party cast. Even if I open my eyes, I can only see a blurry black mark.
Fang Zhuo's abnormal emotions caused him to feel uneasy. Coupled with the hexagrams he had calculated before, his heart was also extremely uneasy.
Fang Zhuo couldn't control his fingertips and almost punctured a corner of the letter. He woke up, quickly released his red fingers, and said in a daze: "It's nothing. I just saw what he wrote and remembered some of the acquaintances in the past. The picture is just a little sad.”
He Ming knew that Fang Zhuo had some friendship with Zheng Jie, but he didn't know the depth of their relationship. The other party's eyes looked red, as if he was really sad, and he was dubious.
Fang Zhuo's obviously strange mood naturally aroused everyone's suspicion. Seeing what he said, they all half-believed and dispelled their doubts.
Soon the hall returned to its peaceful state, at least on the surface.
Fang Zhuo quickly returned to normal after being "sad". He talked to the new member in a pleasant manner and accepted him.
He patted the other person on the shoulder and said some thoughtful words, the kind that was sincere and sincere, which moved the young boy so much. He also bluntly said that Zheng Jie was a very brave and chivalrous monk, and talked about some things he had met with him in the past. For the time being, he coaxed the young living dead who was still in grief.
Many living dead also temporarily dispelled their doubts because they quickly normalized, as if Fang Zhuo was just sad just now.
Of course, Ningxia, who had watched the whole process and watched all the bloody TV series, said, sad? Who believes this nonsense? She doesn’t believe it anyway.
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