Fang Zhuo and Zheng Jie, that is, the spy, had an agreement.

The two of them knew each other during their lifetime. One was a small sect that had never been seen, and the other was the old sect Qingyu Sect. It was said that they had no friendship.

But Fang Zhuo is loyal and courageous by nature, generous in nature, and likes to make friends with people from all walks of life. He has good talent and has been recognized by many major disciples in dealing with people.

So many disciples had some friendship with him at that time. It happened that Zheng Jie from Qingyu Sect was also within this range.

The two of them had a brief cooperation in some secret realms. Both parties had a good impression of each other. They thought they were not things in the pool. They made a lot of friends and had a good relationship.

Unexpectedly, these two people were buried here by chance and were trapped in this curse together. At the beginning, the two of them never accepted their fate and were exhausted and wanted to find a way out. By chance, they had never seen each other.

It was not until a chance encounter ten years ago that Fang Zhuo discovered this former old friend. But this old friend was paid in the city lord's mansion, and he was involved in an ulterior motive of secret groups.

So the two of them contacted each other very few times.

Later, Zheng Jie found clues and came to the door before contacting him again. Zheng Jie voluntarily took on the undercover affairs, but Fang Zhuo actually couldn't tell much about him.

Fang Zhuo has not known that this old friend has a junior brother for so many years. He has hidden it so deeply.

Fang Zhuo was a little moved.

He carefully pushed away the thick stack of letters. All the living dead stayed indoors were staring at the letters in his hands, very curious and wanted to know what the other party brought.

The letter paper was tampered with.

It was made by Zheng Jie.

This is the secret technique they learned in the secret realm that they collaborated to cooperate in the past. There are probably few people in this world who can understand it. Perhaps only he and the dead Zheng Jie know it.

So the moment he touched the letter, he believed that this matter was indeed what Zheng Jie meant.

The letters were stacked layer by layer, and some spells should have been used. When Fang Zhuo opened the letter, a light gray paper that was slightly smaller was sealed out.

Fang Zhuo did not rush to look at the letter paper in his hand first, carefully picked up the envelope that fell to the ground and stuffed it into his clothes, without any intention of taking it apart.

For some reason, Ningxia looked at his expression and felt that the other party seemed to know something, and his eyebrows were filled with Qingming and Mingran. But his initial surprises, seriousness and suspicion, were not as if he had done a false act.

Ningxia, who couldn't understand the development of the plot, had to continue to "watch".

From the angle of Ningxia, we can see that Fang Zhuo's face changed very quickly. He was shocked, helpless, suspicious, and even had a slight lack of fear. He quickly flashed across this face. The shriveled hand holding the letter paper was shaking, showing the owner's mood.

Fear? At first, Ningxia thought she had read it wrong. However, the expression was always hidden in her eyes, not obvious, but it could not be ignored. Only then did she realize that the other party was really scared.

What kind of information is actually what makes the carefree Fang Zhuo start to be scared.

Ningxia has always known the mentality of these living dead people.

Everyone felt that they were dead anyway, even if they went out from here, they would probably be deviled by the demons outside. It would be better to die completely.

Moreover, due to some speculation, they didn't know whether they could really get out of here. Perhaps without some unknown force, they might not be able to hold on outside for a second and then they were wiped out.

After all, the dead people in the world who they know are not living like this. Only they can live like this here.

Therefore, all the zombies here hold barefoots and are not afraid of wet shoes. They die early and late, they will die anyway, and the final result will be that they cannot live. The living dead are just their excessive posture, and they are definitely not the final posture.

They only care whether they can eventually regain their souls from an unknown existence and gain true freedom? After all, only by having a complete soul can you obtain a pass to the underworld.

Those with incomplete souls can only become lonely ghosts or be destroyed between heaven and earth. At that time, even their next life will be their luxury.

So almost no living dead here are afraid of death. They are afraid that they will die without value and die silently, and at least they will have to fight against fate.

What kind of news is that it will make Fang Zhuo, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, show a look of fear. What news does that fellow Taoist called Zheng Jie bring?

Nothing else.

He told Fang Zhuo an extremely terrifying secret about the conspiracy here and their destiny. It was so sensational, even just a few words could make Fang Zhuo frightened.

Although there have been countless terrible speculations before, they have also captured some tails from sporadic things, but none of them are accurate information. However, Zheng Jie's letter said this, not only confirming some of their views, but also bringing them another intelligence that can almost defeat them and make everyone unable to turn over.

At this moment, he hoped that what Zheng Jie said was false. Because if it was true, neither of them had a chance of winning and would be dragged into the bottomless darkness.

He Ming looked at Fang Zhuo worriedly: "What's wrong?" Although they sat close, He Ming couldn't see the font mentioned in the letter paper. He didn't know what magic the other party used, and even if he opened his eyes, he could only see a blurry black mark.

Fang Zhuo's abnormal emotions caused him to be uneasy, and coupled with the hexagrams he calculated before, his heart was also extremely uneasy.

Fang Zhuo's fingertips couldn't control it and almost pierced a corner of the letter. He woke up and quickly let go of his red fingers and said in a daze: "It's nothing. I just saw what he wrote and remembered some of the scenes he met in the past, and I felt a little sad."

He Ming knew that Fang Zhuo and Zheng Jie had some friendship, but he didn't know the depth between them. The other party's eyes looked red, as if it was really a sign of sadness, half-believing and half-doubting.

Fang Zhuo's obvious strange emotions naturally aroused everyone's suspicion. Seeing that he said this, he dispelled the doubts in his heart half-believingly.

Soon the hall returned to its peace, at least on the surface.

After "sad", Fang Zhuo quickly returned to normal. He pulled the new member to speak with a smile, which was considered to be accepting him.

He patted the other party's shoulder and said something kind of self-contained, which moved the young boy very much. He also said bluntly that Zheng Jie was a very brave and chivalrous monk, and talked about some of the things he met with him in the past. He would temporarily coax the young living dead who was still in sadness.

Many living dead people also temporarily dispelled their doubts because of their rapid normality, as if Fang Zhuo was just sad just now.
Chapter completed!