Chapter 11 The Second Fierce Night After He Qiong Chao sighed, Fang Zhi frowned and said nothing, Shi Ji and Yue Mei wanted to say something but did not open their mouths. Everyone lost interest in the discussion and left. Qi Zhiyong's behavior today made everyone wary of him. On the surface, they still regarded Qi Zhiyong as the team leader, but in fact, they all had other intentions. He treated Wu Xian like this today. Will Qi Zhiyong treat them like this after Wu Xian dies? Qi Zhiyong sat alone downstairs and sighed after a moment. "It seems that what 'Jing Ke' said is right. I am indeed not suitable to lead others. It is better to be a lone wolf." "so be it." Qi Zhiyong never cared about leadership. All he cares about is value. Most people who enter the blessed land will die, and even the most outstanding people can only save themselves. But Qi Zhiyong thought, since people are going to die anyway, why not let those with high value survive and let those with low value die? People like Wu Xian, even if they survived, would just be one more survivor. But if Wen Chao were allowed to survive and have the opportunity to spread the knowledge in his mind, the world would become a better place.
…… Everyone returned to their rooms one after another. Once it gets dark, everyone will close the doors and windows, and no matter what happens outside, no one will venture out. Fang Zhi stopped in front of his door, his hands trembling slightly. Before he returned to his room, he discovered that there was a muddy palm print on his door! He doesn't believe in ghosts or gods. But if what everyone just said is true, then wouldn’t he be the next victim? Wen Chao also noticed his abnormality and his expression changed slightly. "You stay with me tonight and don't go back." Fang Zhi's expression twisted, and he shook his head stubbornly: "Teacher, you know, I never believe in these crooked ways, I believe in science!" Wen Chao stamped his feet angrily and slapped him: "Science is used to explain reality. Something that requires you to distort the facts to believe is not science." Seeing that the teacher was angry, Fang Zhi hesitated. Just then Qi Zhiyong, who had just gone upstairs, came over and said something lightly. "You'd better think it through. No one knows whether the mark is aimed at the person or the room. If the two of you live in the same room, you might die together." "you……" Wen Chao wanted to refute Qi Zhiyong, but Qi Zhiyong had already quickly entered the room and closed the door. After hearing what Qi Zhiyong said, Fang Zhi made up his mind. He stepped back and closed the door, locking Wen Chao outside. No matter how Wen Chao called him, he would not open the door. Wen Chao stood at the door for a long time, finally shook his head helplessly, and returned to his room. This young man Fang Zhi has never believed in science, but rather a religion called science that he constructed based on his self-cognition. He does not agree with anything outside of science. Even though the facts were right in front of him.
In essence, he is no different from those religious fanatics. Wen Chao brought him along in order to correct his wrong ideas, but he did not expect that before he had the chance to teach him by words and deeds, he had already fallen into a blessed land. …… Wu Xian returned to the room with the lunch box, stood at the window and looked into the distance. The body of the man opposite was still hanging there, his eyes staring at Wu Xian. Although it was scary, Wu Xian didn't care because he couldn't move anyway. When Wu Xiangang returned to the room, the sun was still some distance from the horizon, but now it has sunk halfway, and the time numbers on his mobile phone are jumping wildly. "Sure enough, the time in the blessed land is chaotic. I hope the time at night will be more stable." Fortunately, the time display on the mobile phone also followed the chaos in an orderly manner, otherwise I would really have no way of judging the time. While it was still dark and the evil spirits had not yet come out, Wu Xian picked out the remaining piece of fat-covered pig intestine from the lunch box and smeared it carefully on the door hinge. Then he washed himself carefully, shaved his beard, trimmed his own hair, washed his hair, face, feet, socks, and underwear, and tidied himself up cleanly and tidyly. Since he didn't die at that moment, he should live a more refined life in the future. Men, be nicer to yourself. "This is the second night. What will happen tonight?" Wu Xian was looking forward to this. …… Under the warm sunshine, a family of three stood downstairs of the residential building. They came here to buy a house. Their son was admitted to a prestigious university, so they decided to buy a house in this city and settle down there. But standing at the door, they hesitated. The woman with a gentle and slightly plump face grabbed her son's arm and said, "Zhi, let's not buy this house. I heard from the neighbors that it is haunted." Fang Zhi waved his hands impatiently. "There are no ghosts. You are just scaring yourself. The cabinet door keeps opening by itself. There must be something wrong with the design of the cabinet. Anyway, this house was bought for me. You can listen to me. You have to believe in science." "This is a great location, close to schools and convenient transportation. It's a steal to be able to buy this house at this price." "Can……" The woman was still a little hesitant. "But what do you mean? If you don't believe me, why would you send me to school?" The gray-haired middle-aged man smiled and said, "Believe it. If you don't believe our top student, who else can you believe?" The couple has little education, but their son is one of the few top students in the family. The rest of their lives depend on this child, and the child will be in charge of all major family matters in the future. So the father and son walked into the building and signed a purchase agreement with the agent. The woman stood at the door for a while and smiled.
"Okay, I believe my son." …… "Don't believe it!" Fang Zhi woke up from a nightmare with a bottle of wine in his hand, his face was pale and sweat was pouring down his face. He was completely different from the tough guy he appeared outside. After sitting like this for a while, he took a few gulps of wine, slapped himself twice, and growled viciously. "Don't be afraid of anyone!" "No matter who believes it, you can't believe it. There are no ghosts or evil spirits in this world!" He found some plastic bags and wrapped them around his face, only making small holes for his eyes and nose, and then stood at the door waiting with an alcohol spray bottle. Time passed little by little. Finally, Fang Zhi heard a knock on the door. "Hello, is there anyone here? Can you let me in for some shelter? I'm Yu Yinghua, the owner of the hotel. My husband is crazy and he wants to kill me!" Crunch! The door opened and Fang looked straight at Yu Yinghua. Outside the door was a middle-aged woman, her body covered in mud, some dry and some wet, her face stained with bloody mud, her mouth stuffed with mud, staining her teeth black. The middle-aged woman tilted her head, a little confused. This is wrong! Who would open the door so easily without worrying that it was a trap? And why was this person not scared at all after opening the door, but instead had such a creepy look in his eyes? There was a plastic bag covering his head. Could it be that the evil spirit had suffocated to death? 呲呲! Before Yinghua could think it through, Fang Zhi sprayed disinfectant on her. After that, he took her arm and pulled her into the room, and forced her to sit down. "You must have been infected with some virus, right?" "Don't be afraid. Although I'm not a doctor, I will help you." "Let me check you out first. There isn't much equipment here, but I can give you a preliminary..." Looking at Fang Zhi who was busy all the time, the evil Yu Yinghua felt even more confused. "what!" Seeing Fang Zhi holding a stethoscope made of a cup and pointing it at his chest, Yu Yinghua finally let out a scream, and used his hands and feet to quickly leave in a very twisted way. "Don't go!" Fang Zhi hurriedly ran out of the door, but Yu Yinghua was nowhere to be seen. The chandeliers in the corridor were shaking, and the dim light and shadows were swaying, giving people an uneasy atmosphere. Just standing in the corridor made people feel cold in their hearts.
Fang leaned against the wall, looked at the light above, and smiled with a strange expression. "Hahaha……" Smiling is uglier than crying. (End of this chapter)